Of Theorems and Theology

Is Jesus the theory of everything?

Can we walk together in a unified field,

so wherever I go, there He is?

 

Is Jesus a string through it all,

wending, weaving like a thread?

Does He carry us along its cord?

 

Did Jesus split history like an atom?

Is He a super conductor,

able to collide like an iconoclast?

 

Come, be my theory of everything.

Come, tie Your string around my finger.

Come, collide, and split me open.

 

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The Skylight is Falling, The Skylight is Falling.

There’s a hole in our roof. More like an aperture. In the middle of our kitchen is a skylight…an upside down crater in the ceiling. The window has fallen into disrepair, and every time I look up I see not only natural light, but mold, bubbled paint, and another opportunity to procrastinate.

So, last night, after a long and arduous day helping the heavy-set, white haired, red dressed icon from the north, I went “up on the roof” (Do you hear the song in your head? Youtube the Drifters.)

There is a big difference between channeled light and being out in the light. I was no longer simply looking through the skylight, but under the great big sky. The sun had run off to illumine another side of the earth, and I stood above the skylight and cricked my neck. I heard the melancholy moan of a train, and a drone of a plane. Clouds sporadically tip-toed by. Stars twinked at me in the gaps.

I sat for a moment.

“When this old world starts a getting you down…” (Cue the Drifters)

Well, yes and no. If the newsfeed spoon-feeds my anxious thoughts, rather than summons compassion and prayers, I get more “down.”  Just what are we to do with all this inflowmation? Then I thought of the skylight.

God is in charge of the satellite-skies as Mark Heard describes them. The square of sunshine graced to us is our piece of presence. Our little light, you know, the one that we’re gonna shine, is like the holey roof, the aperture which God’s great light can focus on a dark portion of this world.

Is there a possibility we all might be skylights? Sure, many, like mine, are in need of some repair, but hey, light still shines through. It shines in place, my place in the world.

“I am the light of the world.” Jesus

Prayer: Lord Jesus, help me today to be a little light in the dark places. Shine through me. Amen

By the way, the skylight is not falling, it is filling. Filling you to spill light on your place in the world.

Sunday Two Step

Jesus, keep me from deifying

Gravity with those memories

Of self-pining, pinned down,

Fastened to floors of unforgiving.

 

Lord Jesus, Come help me defy

Gravity, grant moments

Of rising above

With leaps of grace and mercy.

 

When I walk, may it be light

Obedient steps

Morphing into a dervish dance

While gravity spirals away.

Middle Distance

The mystery is there.

The challenge is there.

It is there where ideas

Are transformed in

Their forming.

 

It is where we look

When a question gives

Us pause.

It is where truth

Begs to be handled.

 

It lies between myopia

And dystopia.

It is beyond this moment

But before infinity.

Unsettling middle distance.

 

“Who do you say that I am?”

 

 

Mark 8:29

Loafer

I don’t want to loaf around,

I want to live.

I want to end well.

 

Oh Bread of Life,

Ever more give me slice after slice.

Even crusts of Christ’s body,

 

The You that is hard to swallow,

Help me to wash it down

With Your blood.

 

I believe, help my disbelief,

Unbelief in You

oh Manna Man.

 

I want to be a lifer,

Not a loafer, yet, a loafer

I shall be. I want the whole loaf.

 

“I Am that bread of life.” Jesus

Gratitude and Grace and Truth

In the end I will hand my last breath over to God.

I will assume all previous breaths were my own.

I will claim all beats of heart were an act of my will.

When my toes touched the floor each morning

I take for granted that God let me live another day.

 

In this parenthesis of time, this apparent thesis,

God coaches, God reminds me to take deeper breaths.

God meets me at the edge of my bed and gifts

me with five senses to inhabit his world.

I am gently reminded of the grace I live in.

 

“All is grace,” said Manning.

“Find the grace to lay truth bare,” said Cockburn.

Don’t ask the question and walk away

like Pilate, stay and wait for possibility.

Grace and truth walked among us then.

Please walk with me Jesus and increase my heart rate.

 

John 1:17 (KJV)

For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.

John 1:14 (KJV)

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

God Joined Me for a Drink. A Sunday Psalm.

The trickle of unconsciousness

filled the tin cup

I dragged along the bars.

I couldn’t handle the glass half empty

of hope and a future.

I drank and drank to quench

the mystery of the largess of God.

Instead, God salted the water

and assaulted my soul

with an eternal thirst.

He held out his hand

and I set the dented tin

over the scar imbedded

in His lifeline.

He looked in my eyes,

right through and down

into my arid heart.

“Here, take, drink of this cup

In remembrance of Me.”

The chalice, cool in my grasp,

brimmed with blood red wine.

I sipped and sipped

of God’s consciousness.

 

“…you have kept the good wine until now.” John 2:10

Jesus Is Full Of It

He is full of grace and truth. There are a couple of verses in the gospel of John that have fascinated me.   

“And the Word (Jesus) became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:14

“For the law was given through Moses, but grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.” John 1:17

Grace and truth. Off the cuff these two words seem like the odd couple. When I think of grace I see a ballerina floating across the floor. Grace seems soft, gentile, beautiful, no rough edges. Thinking of truth I see a gavel slamming down and the echo of oak on oak in a court room. Those are just accumulative feelings of experience and cultural influence.

There is some truth to those definitions but not ‘the whole truth’ as they would say with right hand resting on the bible. Grace does have in it simply an essence of ‘always welcome.’ Who would shun grace, really, no matter how it is defined. Truth is not always welcome but it will prevail as they say.

Jesus is full of both…grace and truth.

I am contemplating these concepts afresh.  

What is your knee-jerk, off the cuff definition of grace and/or truth?

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World

Not only circumference

but an orb

of circumstantial evidence.

 

What keeps us from flinging

into thin air, breathless

to the pin drop darkness?

Every spinning and expanding

island riding on predestination.

 

What keeps us from bringing

a thin air of presumption?

What great expanse of reason

finds its edge, its end?

Thought rides tides to the Temple.

 

And Jesus writes in the dirt with his finger.

 

John 8:1-12John 1:5