communication, does not require words, does it?
The throaty wail of an infant’s first breath…
The groan of a mother in labor
These are indistinct sounds cannot be found in Webster’s dictionary. And, yet we need no interpreter to tell us what these sounds mean.
“There’s another one over there,” my friend said, pointing into the underbrush.
We stooped over the headstones.
The years were writ more indelibly there then the names, but brushing aside the lichen, we could read enough to see that the men who lay there were confederate soldiers.
… if we want you to be here so badly, why are we always frowning and telling you to hush?
Why?
Well, there’s a good reason for this. The best reason there is…
God has an intention for us.
But this intention is not perfectly defined for us. This intention contains mystery. It contains the invisible fifteenth stone.
…the “Tangerine-of-future-plans” is a common Tangerine. It is by far the most common kind of Tangerine. But a “Tangerine-of-now” is a rare and wonderful tangerine. It is the holy tangerine.
Christianity, like all religions, quite easily becomes a tool for the powerful – but when this happens it is no longer Christianity – it is something else – a form of idolatry.
The essence of Christianity is not power. It is love.
Nature is not a place. Nature is both the fiber of our being, and the air, water and earth that sustains it.
So don’t talk about nature as if it is some quaint “view” that we have to preserve for our children’s children.
Reach down and feel the pulse at your wrist.
That rhythm that you feel? That’s nature.
We are out in the open… Beneath the wide open sky.
The sky stretches above us into the distance, where the great mountain describes for us the gentle swoop of the horizon… Only moments ago, the darkness of night lifted, and with the rising sun, our hearts also rise, trembling with the hope of a new day.
Open, or closed? That is the question of the door. When we shut the door, we ask the person on the other side “who are you?” If we leave the door open, we tell the person on the other side: “come in.”
An open door says “I trust you.”
A closed door says “I’m not sure about you.”
God is not a superstition leftover from more primitive times. God is not the preoccupation of a community of people determined to willfully ignore the demands of the modern world.
No.
God is a way of communication.
