Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Advent 1 2015 03 Wednesday


<One of the essential paradoxes of Advent: that while we wait for God, we are with God all along, that while we need to be reassured of God’s arrival, or the arrival of our homecoming, we are already at home. While we wait, we have to trust, to have faith, but it is God’s grace that gives us that faith. As with all spiritual knowledge, two things are true, and equally true, at once. The mind can’t grasp paradox; it is the secret knowledge of the soul. - Michelle Blake, The Tentmaker>

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

OITNB: It's like a verb. It's like ... you DO God


#OITNB Orange is the New Black ... Cindy asking a rabbi if she can become a Jew:
<…I was raised in a church... where I was told to believe and pray. And if I was bad, I'd go to hell. If I was good, I'd go to heaven. And if I'd ask Jesus, he'd forgive me, and that was that. And here y'all saying ain't no hell... ain't... sure about heaven. And if you do something wrong, you got to figure it out yourself. And as far as God's concerned, it's your job to keep asking questions and to keep learning and to keep arguing. It's like a verb. It's like... you DO God. And that's a lot of work. [sighs] But I think I'm in, at least as far as I can see it. I mean, maybe I'll learn more... and say, "f*ck the whole thing." I mean … but I wanna learn more, and I think I gotta be IN it to do that. You know, does that make sense? sh1t, did I just talk myself out of it? f*ck.>  <Ask me again.> <[sighs] Can I be a Jew?> and the rabbi says, “Yes.”

Monday, December 22, 2014

ADVENT 4: Monday: God Replies, Thank you for bearing the light


We may say, <Thank you for this Advent journey. The anticipation has filled my life and made me long for a closer relationship with you.> and God replies, <Blessed are you who bear the light through unbearable times, who testify to its endurance amid the unendurable, who bear witness to its persistence when everything seems in shadow and grief. Blessed are you in whom the light lives, in whom the brightness blazes—your heart a chapel, an altar where in the deepest night can be seen, the fire that shines forth in you in unaccountable faith, in stubborn hope, in love that illumines every broken thing it finds. – Jan Richardson>