First Sunday After Pentecost

Year A Readings:

  • Genesis 1:1–2:4a
  • Psalm 8
  • 2 Corinthians 13:11-13
  • Matthew 28:16-20

Wheel of Water

Grass emerges from the winter snow.
Blades lengthen. Flowers grow.
Trees in the wind sway and sough.
The summer of life is all we know!

Autumn breezes start to blow
and all of life begins to slow.
Brown turf is snuffed in snow.
Life and death come and go.

Clouds roll in over the plain.
The clouds release their drops of rain.
The drops are lost in the narrowing drain
to the sea. Only to rise again.

The wheel of water is an endless chain,
an infinite loop of wax and wane.
The land upholds this loss and gain.
Yet the land itself cannot sustain.

Dust is molded, dust restored.
Not even the land can say: Never.
But for children of light who love the Lord,
the love of the Lord lasts forever.

June 7, 2020

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Day of Pentecost

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 2:1-21
  • Psalm 104:25-35, 37
  • 1 Corinthians 12:3b-13
  • John 20:19-23

You Don’t Need To Be a Superhero

No, we are not characters in comic books,
in movies, or in video games
in which the superheroes crack the crooks,

where each character has a claim
to fame—a special superpower that complements
every other character in the gang’s

fantastical array of tools to fight crimes.
No, we are not like that.
All our spiritual gifts come

from the same Holy Spirit—
who gives us knowledge, faith, healing, and wisdom;
who enables miracles; who inspires the prophet;

who grants spiritual discernment to some
and to others proficiency in speech.
No, you don’t need to be a superhero to earn

your place. You don’t need to preach or teach
or do anything. Unwavering faith will suffice
to be a member of the body of Christ.

May 31, 2020

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Seventh Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 1:6-14
  • Psalm 68:1-10, 33-36
  • 1 Peter 4:12-14, 5:6-11
  • John 17:1-11

[tanka]

the blacktop road
comes to an end here
at the edge
of the wilderness…
I am not afraid

[tanka]

looking ahead to the past
remembering the future
one datastream
the road from home
is a road leading home

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May 24, 2020

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Sixth Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 17:22-31
  • Psalm 66:7-18
  • 1 Peter 3:13-22
  • John 14:15-21

Perennial Philosophy

Streaming from the prism between the people and God
are seven point seven billion slivers of light.
A stunning diversity of color is flowing from the white.
Each sliver is unique on the limitless color wheel.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
indigo, and violet are at one with the original whole.
The rainbow is one continuum, like branches and the bole,
connecting people with people and the people with God.

Extinguish the light source and the colors disappear!
All human diversity is part of a greater unity.
Our sense of a separate self is a functional necessity,
but the focus on the separate self is the cause of suffering.

Focus instead on the infinite divine self,
which represents true reality, and you will find
the source of light for the life of all mankind
beyond the prism between the people and God.

May 17, 2020

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Fifth Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 7:55-60
  • Psalm 31:1-5, 15-16
  • 1 Peter 2:2-10
  • John 14:1-14

Mettle

Our first martyr defied the Fates.
Stephen was not resigned and broken.
Stephen faced his trial unbroken.
He stood in the docket for the Christian faith.

Stephen Martyr showed his mettle.
He spoke with courage and affirmation
about his faith to a sour Sanhedrin.
His face looked like that of an angel.

Stephen showed us how to cope.
Even after two thousand years,
we look to him to guard our fears.
Stephen’s mettle gives us hope.

No matter how your life is designed,
mettle makes your own renown.
Mettle is how your worth is known
to the men and women you leave behind.

May 10, 2020

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Fourth Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 2:42-47
  • Psalm 23
  • 1 Peter 2:19-25
  • John 10:1-10

Job Posting: Shepherd

We have an opening for a shepherd of human beings.
Are you tough enough for the task?
People are not that bright. They are always leaving

the area for greener grass
and it’s your job to track them down
and bring the bumblers back to the home pasture.

People need to be watched: you must be around
at all hours, night and day,
always close to ground.

Like sheep, people wander off and are prey
to metaphoric wolves who wait patiently
for suckers to come their way—

you are constantly correcting for human naïveté.
Compensation comes in the intangible of knowing
you are keeping blameless people from carelessly

endangering themselves. Apply now:
it’s a job fit for a king
if you have a passion for doing the right thing.

May 3, 2020

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Third Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 2:14a, 36-41
  • Psalm 116:1-3, 10-17
  • 1 Peter 1:17-23
  • Luke 24:13-35

You Have Been Born Anew

Deep grasses choke
the broad path
we used to walk;
our past is lost
in a seamless field of green.

April 26, 2020

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Second Sunday of Easter

Year A Readings:

  • Acts 2:14a, 22-32
  • Psalm 16
  • 1 Peter 1:3-9
  • John 20:19-31

Thomas the Twin

Faith is trust in the things you cannot see.
Love is service to the least who are plain to see.

Faith without love is life without compassion.
Love without faith is life without a mission.

You honor the Lord by giving your best to others.
Do all you can to help your sisters and brothers.

Walk by confident faith, not by sight.
Trust the Lord to bring you into the light.

Faith and love inspire both head and heart.
This is how the saints are set apart.

April 19, 2020

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Easter Sunday

Year A Readings:

  • Isaiah 25:6-9
  • Psalm 114
  • 1 Corinthians 5:6-8
  • Luke 24:13-49

Ordinary

Their eyes were opened with the breaking of bread,
an ordinary loaf in an ordinary home.
Until that moment, Cleopas and his companion
only knew him as an inquisitive stranger.

They could have let him go his way,
but, no, the men invited him to stay
and share with them an ordinary meal.
By inviting him to stay, they made a choice.
You, too, are free to choose.

The communion table is not the only
place where a meal is shared with the Lord.
He is not just the host at the table;
he is the guest invited into the home.

April 12, 2020

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