Friday, December 27, 2024

Priestesses in the Church? By C.S. Lewis. 

"I should like Balls infinitely better," said Caroline Bingley, "if they were carried on in a different manner ... It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing made the order of the day."

"Much more rational, I dare say," replied her brother, "but it would not be near so much like a Ball." We are told that the lady was silenced: yet it could be maintained that Jane Austen has not allowed Bingley to put forward the full strength of his position. He ought to have replied with a distinguo. In one, sense conversation is more rational for conversation may exercise the reason alone, dancing does not. But there is nothing irrational in exercising other powers than our reason. On certain occasions and for certain purposes the real irrationality is with those who will not do so. The man who would try to break a horse or write a poem or beget a child by pure syllogizing would be an irrational man; though at the same time syllogizing is in itself a more rational activity than the activities demanded by these achievements. It is rational not to reason, or not to limit oneself to reason, in the wrong place; and the more rational a man is the better he knows this.

These remarks are not intended as a contribution to the criticism of Pride and Prejudice. They came into my head when I heard that the Church of England was being advised to declare women capable of Priests' Orders. I am, indeed, informed that such a proposal is very unlikely to be seriously considered by the authorities. To take such a revolutionary step at the present moment, to cut ourselves off from the Christian past and to widen the divisions between ourselves and other Churches by establishing an order of priestesses in our midst, would be an almost wanton degree of imprudence. And the Church of England herself would be torn in shreds by the operation. My concern with the proposal is of a more theoretical kind. The question involves something even deeper than a revolution in order.

I have every respect for those who wish women to be priestesses. I think they are sincere and pious and sensible people. Indeed, in a way they are too sensible. That is where my dissent from them resembles Bingley's dissent from his sister. I am tempted to say that the proposed arrangement would make us much more rational "but not near so much like a Church".

For at first sight all the rationality (in Caroline Bingley's sense) is on the side of the innovators. We are short of priests. We have discovered in one profession after another that women can do very well all sorts of things which were once supposed to be in the power of men alone. No one among those who dislike the proposal is maintaining that women are less capable than men of piety, zeal, learning and whatever else seems necessary for the pastoral office. What, then, except prejudice begotten by tradition, forbids us to draw on the huge reserves which could pour into the priesthood if women were here, as in so many other professions, put on the same footing as men? And against this flood of common sense, the opposers (many of them women) can produce at first nothing but an inarticulate distaste, a sense of discomfort which they themselves find it hard to analyse.

That this reaction does not spring from any contempt for women is, I think, plain from history. The Middle Ages carried their reverence for one Woman to a point at which the charge could be plausibly made that the Blessed Virgin became in their eyes almost "a fourth Person of the Trinity". But never, so far as I know, in all those ages was anything remotely resembling a sacerdotal office attributed to her. All salvation depends on the decision which she made in the words Ecce ancilla; she is united in nine months" inconceivable intimacy with the eternal Word; she stands at the foot of the cross." But she is absent both from the Last Supper and from the descent of the Spirit at Pentecost. Such is the record of Scripture. Nor can you daff it aside by saying that local and temporary conditions condemned women to silence and private life. There were female preachers. One man had four daughters who all "prophesied", i.e. preached. There were prophetesses even in Old Testament times. Prophetesses, not priestesses.

At this point the common sensible reformer is apt to ask why, if women can preach, they cannot do all the rest of a priest's work. This question deepens the discomfort of my side. We begin to feel that what really divides us from our opponents is a difference between the meaning which they and we give to the word "priest". The more they speak (and speak truly) about the competence of women in administration, their tact and sympathy as advisers, their national talent for "visiting", the more we feel that the central thing is being forgotten. To us a priest is primarily a representative, a double representative, who represents us to God and God to us. Our very eyes teach us this in church. Sometimes the priest turns his back on us and faces the East - he speaks to God for us: sometimes he faces us and speaks to us for God. We have no objection to a woman doing the first: the whole difficulty is about the second. But why? Why should a woman not in this sense represent God? Certainly not because she is necessarily, or even probably, less holy or less charitable or stupider than a man. In that sense she may be as "God-like" as a man; and a given women much more so than a given man. The sense in which she cannot represent God will perhaps be plainer if we look at the thing the other way round.

Suppose the reformer stops saying that a good woman may be like God and begins saying that God is like a good woman. Suppose he says that we might just as well pray to "Our Mother which art in heaven" as to "Our Father". Suppose he suggests that the Incarnation might just as well have taken a female as a male form, and the Second Person of the Trinity be as well called the Daughter as the Son. Suppose, finally, that the mystical marriage were reversed, that the Church were the Bridegroom and Christ the Bride. All this, as it seems to me, is involved in the claim that a woman can represent God as a priest does.

Now it is surely the case that if all these supposals were ever carried into effect we should be embarked on a different religion. Goddesses have, of course, been worshipped: many religions have had priestesses. But they are religions quite different in character from Christianity. Common sense, disregarding the discomfort, or even the horror, which the idea of turning all our theological language into the feminine gender arouses in most Christians, will ask "Why not? Since God is in fact not a biological being and has no sex, what can it matter whether we say He or She, Father or Mother, Son or Daughter?"

But Christians think that God Himself has taught us how to speak of Him. To say that it does not matter is to say either that all the masculine imagery is not inspired, is merely human in origin, or else that, though inspired, it is quite arbitrary and unessential. And this is surely intolerable: or, if tolerable, it is an argument not in favour of Christian priestesses but against Christianity. It is also surely based on a shallow view of imagery. Without drawing upon religion, we know from our poetical experience that image and apprehension cleave closer together than common sense is here prepared to admit; that a child who has been taught to pray to a Mother in Heaven would have a religious life radically different from that of a Christian child. And as image and apprehension are in an organic unity, so, for a Christian, are human body and human soul.

The innovators are really implying that sex is something superficial, irrelevant to the spiritual life. To say that men and women are equally eligible for a certain profession is to say that for the purposes of that profession their sex is irrelevant. We are, within that context, treating both as neuters.

As the State grows more like a hive or an ant-hill it needs an increasing number of workers who can be treated as neuters. This may be inevitable for our secular life. But in our Christian life we must return to reality. There we are not homogeneous units, but different and complementary organs of a mystical body. Lady Nunburnholme has claimed that the equality of men and women is a Christian principle. I do not remember the text in scripture nor the Fathers, nor Hooker, nor the Prayer Book which asserts it; but that is not here my point. The point is that unless "equal" means "interchangeable", equality makes nothing for the priesthood of women. And the kind of equality which implies that the equals are interchangeable (like counters or identical machines) is, among humans, a legal fiction. It may be a useful legal fiction. But in church we turn our back on fictions. One of the ends for which sex was created was to symbolize to us the hidden things of God. One of the functions of human marriage is to express the nature of the union between Christ and the Church. We have no authority to take the living and semitive figures which God has painted on the canvas of our nature and shift them about as if they were mere geometrical figures.

This is what common sense will call "mystical". Exactly. The Church claims to be the bearer of a revelation. If that claim is false then we want not to make priestesses but to abolish priests. If it is true, then we should expect to find in the Church an element which unbelievers will call irrational and which believers will call supra-rational. There ought to be something in it opaque to our reason though not contrary to it - as the facts of sex and sense on the natural level are opaque. And that is the real issue. The Church of England can remain a church only if she retains this opaque element. If we abandon that, if we retain only what can be justified by standards of prudence and convenience at the bar of enlightened common sense, then we exchange revelation for that old wraith Natural Religion.

It is painful, being a man, to have to assert the privilege, or the burden, which Christianity lays upon my own sex. I am crushingly aware how inadequate most of us are, in our actual and historical individualities, to fill the place prepared for us. But it is an old saying in the army that you salute the uniform not the wearer. Only one wearing the masculine uniform can (provisionally, and till the Parousia) represent the Lord to the Church: for we are all, corporately and individually, feminine to Him. We men may often make very bad priests. That is because we are insufficiently masculine. It is no cure to call in those who are not masculine at all. A given man may make a very bad husband; you cannot mend matters by trying to reverse the roles. He may make a bad male partner in a dance. The cure for that is that men should more diligently attend dancing classes; not that the ballroom should henceforward ignore distinctions of sex and treat all dancers as neuter. That would, of course, be eminently sensible, civilized, and enlightened, but, once more, "not near so much like a Ball".

And this parallel between the Church and the Ball is not so fanciful as some would think. The Church ought to be more like a Ball than it is like a factory or a political party. Or, to speak more strictly, they are at the circumference and the Church at the Centre and the Ball comes in between. The factory and the political party are artificial creations - "a breath can make them as a breath has made". In them we are not dealing with human beings in their concrete entirety only with "hands" or voters. I am not of course using "artificial" in any derogatory sense. Such artifices are necessary: but because they are our artifices we are free to shuffle, scrap and experiment as we please. But the Ball exists to stylize something which is natural and which concerns human beings in their entirety-namely, courtship. We cannot shuffle or tamper so much. With the Church, we are farther in: for there we are dealing with male and female not merely as facts of nature but as the live and awful shadows of realities utterly beyond our control and largely beyond our direct knowledge. Or rather, we are not dealing with them but (as we shall soon learn if we meddle) they are dealing with us.

Friday, December 20, 2024


 Are you in recovery?

Do you find yourself struggling, sorely tempted to go back and pick up the blunt, baggie or pipe? 

For that one person out there, that may be on the verge of returning to what the Bible calls 

“The domain of darkness,” 

let me remind you what that domain of darkness holds for you.

"House stripped and bare; her wedding ring lying there

I wish I stayed; vows betrayed

Wives beaten; drugs eaten

Tempers flare, sirens blare, prison house stare

Liquor pours, jail house doors

Charge of possession, years of depression

Years unemployed; opportunities destroyed

Mothers sighing, years of lying, children crying, hopes dying!

Basement, couch or attic; home of the roaming addict

Lies spoken; friendships broken

Music blaring, hollow eyes staring, needle sharing

Nothing to share, cupboards bare, no one to care

Sin sick soul, blunt, bag and bowl; 

no hope, no help, no goal….


Let us never forget! May our eyes not be blinded to what lays at our door! Oh! But God rescued us from the domain of darkness

And transferred us to “the kingdom of His beloved Son.”

Let me also remind you of Christ’s kingdom….

A coal, a spark, a flame, 

new hope in Jesus’ name!

I have as much value and worth as any person on earth

Breaking the chains of anguish, despair and addiction; 

Ending the life of constriction, friction and contradiction,

 A do over, a brand-new page!

Freedom from depression and inner rage.

Leaving crime, passion and strife

Learning to walk in love, light and new life! 


Thursday, December 19, 2024


 "Take care of him, and I'll repay you when I return." 

Lk. 10:35

Tuesday, December 17, 2024


 "Never harm your woman, not with your hands, your words, or your silence. A woman who stands by you is your biggest blessing, and her presence is a testament to her love and trust in you. When you choose to hurt her, you choose to wound her spirit, and with every wound, a piece of that beautiful bond you share is lost forever.

Never forget that your words hold immense power. The things you say can either uplift her or tear her down. Choose to speak life into her heart, to build her up rather than tear her apart. Your words can heal, comfort, and inspire her, or they can create scars that she might carry for a lifetime. Use your voice to nurture, to bring her peace, and to remind her of the love you hold.

Never let your pride come in the way of showing her the love she deserves. Ego can destroy what could be the most beautiful connection between two souls. Lower your guard and allow yourself to be vulnerable, for in that space, true intimacy blooms. There’s strength in showing her that you’re willing to bend, to grow, to become a better man for her.

Never take her presence for granted. It’s easy to overlook the little things she does, the way she cares, the way she gives her heart without holding back. Remember, her heart is delicate, and once she feels unappreciated, a part of her will begin to close off. Value her presence, appreciate her efforts, and make sure she knows how much she means to you.

Never underestimate the power of your touch. A gentle touch can be a source of immense comfort to her, a reminder that she is safe in your arms. Touch her with kindness, with gentleness, and with intention. Let her feel through your touch that she is cherished, that her body, heart, and mind are treasures to you.

Never allow anger to cloud your judgment. When tempers flare, remember that words spoken in anger can never truly be taken back. Take a breath, step back, and remember that peace is more important than proving a point. She deserves your patience, your gentleness, even in moments of frustration.

Never let her feel alone in her struggles. Stand by her side when life feels heavy for her, be her shoulder when she needs to lean on someone. Remind her that she doesn't have to carry her burdens alone, that you’re there to share the weight. Being her support in tough times is one of the greatest expressions of love.

Never let routine dull the spark between you. Make time for the small gestures, the unexpected surprises, the sweet words that make her heart flutter. A relationship thrives when both partners continually choose to water the garden of love, even after the initial passion fades. Keep the romance alive with effort and intention.

Never ignore her dreams and aspirations. Her goals and desires are just as valid as yours. Support her in achieving what she’s set her heart on, and be her biggest cheerleader. When she knows that you believe in her potential, she’ll feel empowered to reach new heights, knowing you’re by her side.

Never stop communicating with her. Silence can create distance, and distance can lead to misunderstanding. Keep the door to honest conversations open, even when the topics are difficult. Let her know she can come to you with her fears, her joys, her doubts, and her dreams, and that you’ll listen with an open heart.

Never forget that love is a choice you make every single day. Choose to be kind, choose to be patient, choose to be present. Every day is a new opportunity to show her just how much she means to you. Never let a day go by without letting her feel loved, seen, and valued."



 "When a man is gentle, soft, and consistently respects you, that's when your nervous system starts healing. That's why some women have that special glow when they're being loved right in a relationship. It’s not the love itself, it's the emotional safety that comes with being cherished and valued. The way a man creates a space where you feel seen and heard without judgment changes everything. It helps you breathe easier, smile deeper, and feel a sense of peace that you might have forgotten even existed.

When a man is patient with your emotions and embraces your vulnerability, it allows you to trust him deeply. It’s in those moments when he chooses understanding over frustration that you feel the weight of past pain lifting. His presence becomes a soothing balm to the wounds you’ve carried, and slowly, the pieces of your heart start to come together again. His patience is like a steady anchor amidst the storm, giving you the stability to navigate your inner world with newfound courage.

When a man stands by you during your hardest days, it teaches your nervous system that not every expression of pain will push him away. Instead, his consistency becomes a reminder that you are not too much, that your struggles are not a burden. It’s in his ability to stay through the rough patches that you learn to lean into love without the constant fear of abandonment. His loyalty becomes a foundation upon which you can rebuild your sense of security.

When a man speaks kindly, even in the face of disagreements, it softens your defenses. The way he chooses words that build bridges instead of walls tells you that he values connection over conflict. His gentleness diffuses the tension, making you feel safe to express yourself without fear of being attacked. This kind of communication heals wounds left by harsh words from the past, allowing you to feel at ease in his presence.

When a man shows genuine interest in your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears, it validates your entire being. It’s more than just listening; it’s about making you feel like what you say matters. His attentiveness sends a message to your nervous system that your voice deserves to be heard, that you are not invisible. This recognition helps you embrace your worth and rediscover your inner light, knowing that your existence is valued.

When a man offers reassurance during moments of self-doubt, it creates a sense of safety that allows you to bloom. His words become a reminder that you are enough, even when you feel far from it. With each assurance, he helps dismantle the inner critic that has held you captive for so long. His belief in you becomes a source of strength, helping you step into the fullness of your potential.

When a man respects your boundaries and honors your pace, it gives your nervous system the time it needs to trust again. He understands that healing is not a race, and his respect shows that he’s willing to walk alongside you without rushing the process. This patience cultivates a deeper sense of intimacy, where you feel comfortable being your authentic self without the pressure to change or hurry.

When a man celebrates your growth and acknowledges the progress you’ve made, it makes you feel truly seen. His support encourages you to keep evolving, knowing that your efforts are recognized and cherished. It’s not about perfection for him, but about being present through every stage of your journey. His appreciation for who you are becoming helps you embrace yourself with more love and acceptance.

When a man prioritizes your emotional well-being, it teaches you that you deserve to be cared for in a healthy way. His actions show that your peace matters to him, that your comfort is a priority. It creates a space where you can finally rest without carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. This type of love doesn’t demand exhaustion; it offers a sanctuary where you can recharge and feel safe.

When a man chooses to grow with you instead of growing apart, it strengthens your bond. His willingness to work through challenges together shows that he’s invested in a shared future, not just in the good times but in the messy ones too. This commitment helps you trust the relationship more deeply, knowing that you are building something solid and enduring. His dedication to growth nurtures a connection where both hearts can heal and flourish together." 

Friday, December 13, 2024


 


 The following was written by a homeless man that took his life about a year after he wrote this, here's some real insight into the homeless issue. 

   R.I.P Michael Wesley Collins, he took his own life Wednesday, this is what he wrote about  homelessness at the end of November 2018.

"Homelessness is no joke. Taking a journey through being homeless and penniless has given me a new perspective on what hardships homeless people endure. Once you're in it, it's very, very difficult to escape. You run into chicken-egg problems again and again and it leads to an inevitable downward spiral. For example, you can't get a job because you're homeless and you're homeless because you can't get a job. 

Imagine having no car, being filthy and trying to show up to a job interview. It's impossible, and you come into a hopeless downward spiral. The homeless shelters are awful places where they pack people in like sardines in bunk beds, and everyone there is in a dark state of hopelessness.

The social services in the USA are a joke and they don't provide enough support to even live, let alone give you an opportunity to dig yourself out of a hopeless hole. Welfare amounts to almost nothing, not even enough to buy food, let alone establish an apartment or residence, and it's quite difficult to get as well, and the system is unforgiving for missed appointments, which can happen quite easily when you don't have a home or money for transportation. Again, it's part of the vicious cycle.

Often there is a waiting list to even get into a homeless shelter. In San Diego for example, the wait list is 1 month, so you must sleep on the street for a month before being considered to sleep in a crowded room. To receive government-assisted housing, the wait list is 2 years! If you become homeless in the richest country in the world, you would wait 2 years for relief!

People are immensely cruel to the homeless as well, many of whom suffer from a psychiatric condition that they cannot help. Often families reject people with psychiatric conditions with the misunderstanding that they could be dangerous in some way, but most often they are sensitive souls who also often connect with higher spiritual energies.

I am still homeless, though I'm continuing to fight my way out, but thankfully I still have some generous friends and haven't yet sunk so low that I cannot escape, though I remain on the precipice. 

I will say that I will kill myself before I fall into that level of despair, and I fight daily to keep myself from this fate, but often I must choose between difficult options. I have also endured an immense amount to trauma during this experience, and the idea of taking time for healing is ridiculous considering that I must navigate getting basic needs met like food and shelter with the onset of winter coming.

Please keep me and all other homeless in your prayers, but action is needed even more than prayer. If you see homeless, or know of someone on the brink of homelessness, please have compassion for them and give to them generously. You have no idea of the circumstances that led to their condition, as this world can be a cruel and unforgiving place.

I have a master's degree, high intelligence, and a variety of high-value skills, but I still wound up homeless and if you understood the story and reasons why, it would make perfect sense, and you would also understand that I had no control of the events that led to this place. It was a complex series of events that caused it, and it can truly happen to anyone."

Have compassion for those who have fallen into this horrible state of despair."

Monday, December 09, 2024


 Beth Cavete:


“Men are made in the image of God, 

and their sexual desire, while it CAN be utterly profane, 

is not nearly as disconnected from the rest of their psyche as the narrative goes.


Respect, acceptance, downtime, being understood, being treated as adequate, comforting human touch, being heard…

things that they often have less language to express than women do…

are needs that too often get funneled into one easily identified channel: sex.

Men are not Neanderthals or animals, 

though the devil seeks to reduce them to that thru sin.  

Men are whole, brilliantly deep, glorious beings, 

and ASTONISHINGLY 

come alive, multi-dimensionally, through the faithful love and kindness of women.

  

I was amazed to see what my boys needed from me when I became a mother, 

amazed at the tenderness of these fierce, tiny souls.  

I was dumbstruck by the deficit they would carry if I couldn’t afford to feed their hearts—how my encouragement and delight and awe and joy was what they thrived on.


The longings of a man’s heart are so far beyond being merely sexual, 

but sin deadens and dulls to nothingness and profanity, 

making foul what is holy.  

Sin, not manhood, is the problem. 


A man who has given up on everything else and whose heart has hardened to rock, 

is still stuck with biological urges. 

That’s not all he is, 

it may just be all that’s left.


So many men have never been treated like they’re holy, worthy of attention, 

an unfolding mystery, glorious, laden with mysterious potential and capacity.  

But they are.

  

If you know my writing, you know I HATE sexual sin and the denigration of women.  

But I believe ALL of it starts with profanity:  despising the glory of God in His image-bearers, 

and while lust obviously profanes the image of God in women, 

so does reducing men down to their basest form, their greatest vulnerability, 

agreeing with the devilish lie that their sexuality is merely selfish, singular, vile:  

that they have no hearts to break or needs to be met, 

and forgetting whose image they bear.

  

Men are whole beings, and their Savior KNOWS them, 

having been in every way tempted (not just by lust but by rejection, loneliness, derision, boredom, futility, terror…) as they are, and yet without sin.  


I have never seen chains broken by the lash of a whip. 

Jesus, who understands ALL, is the answer to the cries of desperate souls."

Saturday, November 30, 2024



 "In general, we know the wise man will be better off than the fool. But for that reason, is the fool to be wretched, utterly crushed down, and left in all the suffering which his conduct and capacity naturally inflict? Not so! 

What do you suppose fools were made for? That you might tread upon them, and starve them, and get the better of them in every possible way? By no means! They were made that wise people might take care of them. That is the true and plain fact concerning the relations of every strong and wise man to the world about him. He has strength given him, not that he may crush or ignore the weak, but that he may support and guide them. In his own household he is to be the guide and support of his children; out of his household he is still to be the father, that is, the guide and support of the weak and the poor, not merely of the meritoriously weak and the innocently poor, but of the guiltily and punishably poor; of the men who out to have known better; of the poor who ought to be ashamed of themselves."  John Ruskin. 

 

Wednesday, November 27, 2024


 "But lo! Her twinkling eye is bright with love from heaven,’

In every look it beams with praise, as worshipping with angels;

What honeycomb is hived upon her lips, eloquent of gratitude and prayer, ---

What triumph shrined serene upon her brow,

What glory flickering transparent under those smiling cheeks,

What beauty in her face: --- Is it not the face of an angel?”

Martin F. Tupper.


I can't think of anything so captivating as virtue exuding joy.

Rare today, no doubt, but when one comes across it, I think Tupper's poetic description nearly describes it.

It's why we love children and they have so much power over us.

Saturday, November 23, 2024

  


 

 "There are men who stalk about the world gloomy, stiff, and severe - self righteous embodiments of the mischievous heresy that the religion of peace and good-will to all mankind - the religion of love, and hope, and joy - the religion that bathes the universal human soul in the light of parental love, and opens to mankind the gates of immortality - is a religion of terror - men guilty of misrepresenting Christ to the world, and doing incalculable damage to His cause, yet, who find it in them to rebuke the carefree laughter that bubbles up from a maiden's heart that God has filled with life and gladness." 

Timothy Titcomb. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2024


 I’m no great scholar, prophet or priest,

But I can aid the last the lost and the least.


I may not understand demons, dragons and devils,

But I can apply His healing balm to broken vessels.


I own no church building, chapel or shrine

But I can help carry your burden as mine.


I cannot heal the sick or raise the dead,

But I can share my heart, time and bread.


I can share pure devotion to Christ in simplicity,

Regardless of age, gender, race or ethnicity.


Jesus, let me share your spirit abroad,

With your love, though mine be flawed.

Fred Blauer 11/20/2024

Tuesday, November 19, 2024



  "There is an enchanted middle ground between virtue and vice, where many a soul lives and feeds in secret, and takes its reward for the restraint and mortification of its outward life. 

Humanity has plenty of men and women who lead faultless outward lives, and have no intention to sin, yet who yield their judgment, if not their conscience, to the motives of restraint, but who, in secret, resort to the fields of temptation, and seek among its excitements for the flavor, at least, of the sins which they have discarded. 

In fact, I have sometimes thought there were men and women who were really more in love with temptation than with sin -- who, by genuine experience have learned that feasts of the imagination were sweeter than the feasts of sense. Whether this be the case or not, I have no doubt that the love of temptation, for the excitement which it brings, is very common, even with those whom we esteem as patterns of virtue."

Timothy Titcomb.  

Saturday, October 19, 2024


 

Times have changed


“Call me old fashioned 

and a bit out of date

But I know what I like, 

and what makes men great,

 

I know what normal is, 

and an absolute,

And rewrites of history,

their agenda to suit.


And when I come to my final conclusion,

I’m not left to those who “trust in confusion” 

Living in a purple haze of drug induced illusion.


I learned what it means to ‘be still and wait,’ 

The way of love, and the way of hate.


God’s merciful love still extends to the sparrow, 

So as for me and my house, 

     We’ll choose the straight and narrow.” 




                  If you don’t know where you’re going

                        Any road will take you there.

Friday, October 18, 2024


 

Do I know the voice of God??? 

I’ve included many scriptures here that explain and define who God is, how God speaks to people, and what God says. 

Like so many things, good can be turned into bad, and faith and religion can be used to control, to threaten and to oppress those who don’t know what the Bible teaches about God’s nature. 

One of the most beloved verses in the Bible is Jeremiah 29:11, I’ll begin with that – 

“For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for prosperity and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”  


“I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss. 

Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: 

The faithful love of the LORD never ends! 

His mercies never cease. 

Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning.” Lamentations 3:20-23


“The Lord is my shepherd,

I will not be in need.

2 He lets me lie down in green pastures;

He leads me beside still waters.

3 He restores my soul; Psalm 23:1-3 


 “Let my teaching drop as the rain,

My speech distill as the dew,

As the droplets on the fresh grass

And as the showers on the herb. Deuteronomy 32:2


“I will make an everlasting covenant with them: I will never stop blessing them with good things, and I will put in them a fear and respect of Me so they will not turn their backs to Me again.” Jer. 32:40


 ”Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.  James 1:16-17

“Jesus is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of His nature,” Heb. 1:3


“Then God said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the Lord.” 

And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the Lord, 

but the Lord was not in the wind; 

and after the wind an earthquake, 

but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 

12 and after the earthquake a fire, 

but the Lord was not in the fire; 

and after the fire

a still small voice.” 

1Kings 19:11-12


In Christ's kingdom, as I read the Bible, to force, threaten, coerce, pressure or browbeat anyone into submission, whether it is of a spiritual nature or physical, contradicts everything Jesus taught. 

In the Kingdom of God that Jesus ushered in, spiritual enlightenment is internal and cannot be done by any external force, it is a matter of the heart. 

 

Jesus said – “So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.”

This would include how we treat our spouse, and how parents treat their children, and it applies to all of our dealings in society. This also includes leaders of the church, whether in deed or implied by threats. 

 In the New Testament there are only three nouns used of God, and they are: 

God is love, 

God is life 

and God is light, the three L’s. 

Everything else is an adjective; God is righteous, adjective. God is Holy, adjective. God is sovereign, adjective. 


 Jesus said - “Learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart"." Matt. 11:29 

Martin Luther King changed an entire countries’ thoughts on race with meekness; 

Mahatma Gandhi freed an entire country with meekness 

and Jesus changed the entire world with meekness. 

Paul emphasizes this all through his writings 

and it is the only spirit that God promises to bless.


 “For in Christ all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form, 

10 and in Him you have been made (Full) complete, 

and He is the head over every ruler and authority;” Colossians 2:9-10


“We regard the Spirit of love, charity, meekness, forgiveness, liberality, and benevolence, as the badge and distinction of Christians, as the brightest image we can bear of God, as the best proof of true devotion to Christ. “The great truths of Christ, seems to me, are not only sustained by proofs which satisfy the reason, but to be one of the deep instincts of our nature and conscience.”


“Now to the God who can do so many awe-inspiring things, immeasurable things, things greater than we ever could ask or imagine through the power at work in us...” Eph. 3:20


God said - “Can a mother forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb? 

Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.” Isaiah 49:15


 “So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.” 1John 4:16


“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Cor. 13:4-7

Wednesday, October 09, 2024


 I love this quote!

Jesus was the first to explain that God is "Our Father."

All other religions failed to understand this important truth.
All the world's religions have many good and important values, but all failed to see God is our Father and His love is parental, without that understanding we are left without the hope of true intimacy with God.

Tuesday, October 08, 2024


  My oldest son has pastored a church in the "working poor" part of town for years and often posts about it online. Whatever we post we all know that we will always have our critics, and this is the response my son gave to someone online minimizing him.  

"What is Christian ministry like in our church? 

Healthy church ministry is seeing people come to Christ, 

baptizing them, 

walking with addicts in living free, 

helping the poor and marginalized into homes, 

fixing cars, advocating for employment, 

caring for the elderly, sick and depressed. 


Walking with people through life debilitating disease, 

standing alongside abuse victims as they go through deep and difficult healing.

Befriending those in the LGBTIQ community, men, women and trans who are in the shelters and celebrating their sobriety and employment victories as well as their first turnings towards Jesus.

Standing with married couples in their fight to come back from the edge of divorce. 

Standing firm against sin and also administering grace and mercy.

We’re in the hood, 

at the margins, 

hating soiled garments but reaching in the fire. 

Mourning the dead from overdoses, encouraging workers from despair and rallying good folks to use their time, treasure and talent for the kingdom.

Sooooo, I don’t know what your reality is but this is no online talk or pontificating keyboard trolling, it’s conversations born of blood and bone brother."


Saturday, September 28, 2024



Has your spouse cheated on you? 

Here is some counsel to help you going forward - 


"First of all, I hope you are finding sounding boards to help think through the difficult journey you're on. 

 I’ve walked through, with a number of parishioners, who had very difficult divorces as a Pastor over the years.

I am intertwined into people’s lives, families and souls through the work I do.

 My place is often right in the chaos of unraveling, attempts to reweave, and sometimes the dire hope of resurrection. 

I wish I had more stories of rebuilding instead of burying, but that’s been my witness.

 

Relationships are surprisingly difficult to save once the fabric of trust is severed. 

I’ve seen it happen but it’s painfully rare.

What I have seen more is the slow suffocation of people’s souls who try to carry the dead in their life beyond the graveyard.

 There’s a time to lay to rest our deepest hopes, 

our longest battles, our best attempts.


We can’t ever give up before we should, 

but the stench of a fool’s hope is often dragged too far in relationships, when it should have been washed off through repentance, grieving, mourning and healing. 

I’ve seen people build such an apocalyptic view of divorce, that it is more often built on the failure of mature people to walk out and divorce, than the actual divorce itself.

 I know that in some children it isn’t the divorce that devastates the child but it is the way life and relationships are handled by the parents. 

So much could be far less damaging, and life could be put together far sooner, if that season would have been handled better. 

It doesn’t have to be so dysfunctional. 

I’ve seen families break up but go on to mend and actually act like mature people in the aftermath. 

Yes, there were difficult moments, big emotions etc. but the driving desire to do what was best for the children resulted in being able to reign in the drama, and trauma, of it all.

Children need healthy parents. 

Doing what is best for the children isn’t about maintaining a family structure, as much as it’s about having a mom and dad that are healthy in their heart, mind and soul.

 Life isn’t formal, it’s organic and the light or dark in one’s inner life spills out in parenting. 

We can’t “play parts,” we must live in truth, our children need us and if we are lost in the process, nothing we gain is true.

Children don’t want just to see their parents together, as much as they want to be happy, and to see their parents happy. 

Seeing people suffering out-loud, is very difficult for children, but absorbing their silent suffering is even more deforming to an inner disposition about life, love and marriage. 

Children need light to grow and sometimes what’s around them needs to be pruned out to get more light in. 

Suffocating, tense, despairing, soulless living, 

poisons the soul of children.

 Dark tales need to end, and sometimes it’s the parent that needs to close chapters or books sooner than later. 

Some stories don’t need to be read, and some need to come to some sort of conclusion, either as a “tragedy” or “happily ever after.”

 We need to resolve stuff, much more than we do, for the sake of tomorrow.

I’m not advocating for divorce, but I am not advocating for prolonging something that needs to be dealt with honestly and bravely.

 There are many seasons of life that I wish I would have been braver and most of those matters revolved around endings, more so than beginnings. 

 We know how to start, way better than how to end, but both are a part of life.  

Just remember to give your children the best YOU they can have, and if that isn’t possible, then do whatever it takes to get there, no matter how dark it may be to let go of the dock.”

Pastor Eric.

Thursday, September 26, 2024

 A friend sent this song to me today, he's had a very dark past and this song kind of summarizes his life. 

Let me warn you, it mentions suicide, drugs and has coarse lyrics. 

"I'd Rather Overdose (Remix)"

Can't let go

I can't let you go

I try, but I always know

I wish you was holding me close

Can't be without you, I'd rather overdose


When you're fucked up on them pills, you can't hear me cry

Without them, you're sick and we both know why

Pint after pint 'til the well runs dry

If only you loved me like you love getting high


I can't let you go

I try, but I always know

I wish you was holding me close

Can't be without you, I'd rather overdose


Fucked up, can't slow down

Won't come down, don't know how

My dad's dead, my mom's proud

Got bros stuck in our hometown

My bank account got zeros

I'm 'posed to be the hero

But here I am, still fucking up

I'll drink my weight in beer though, I

Know that you hate me and I hate me too

I can't get over what I did to you

You tried to help me and it wasn't going through

I hope that you miss me 'cause I miss you too


But I can't let you go

I try, but I always know

I wish you was holding me close

Can't be without you, I'd rather overdose


It was May 11th, 2019

I stayed up for a week

All these drugs won't let me sleep

I did one last line until both my eyes closed

I said one last goodbye and then I overdosed


They found me laid on my bathroom floor

I know couldn't live life like this anymore

Been sober five years since the day I almost died

I finally love myself the way I loved getting high


But I can't let you go

I try, but I always know

I wish you was holding me close

Can't be without you, I'd rather overdose

Here is the link if you choose to hear it. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nv9HYzgmbK4&rco=1

Saturday, September 21, 2024


 

 My heart bleeds for the survivors of menacing, vicious, brutal and horror causing deeds, done in too many cases, by those who should love you most.

Childhood trauma, which hardly describes what too many have suffered, causes so many ongoing problems in adulthood, in so many ways words fail to describe.

That being said, there is help, there are counselors and therapists that can guide one out of the life damning, soul killing abuses; 

so as adults, it is incumbent on us to seek help, seek faith, and find ways to heal: 

it has been done by countless souls who have survived the most heinous abuses.

None of it's easy, it's never a quick fix, but healing is available 

and if we don't seek after it like silver and gold, 

we will hurt all who ever get close to us.


Thursday, September 19, 2024


 Where does Jesus lead? 

 

Christ guides us into the opened hearts of those in need.

I say ‘opened’ and not open, because the tyranny of living may have 

closed off the heart, 

shut down the trust, 

and sealed the innermost thoughts of a wounded soul.

But the “gates of hell” will not prevail when the Holy Spirit breathes and connects us with downtrodden.

 Jesus warms the cold, ruptured heart; 

glimmers of hope begin to rise and Christ grants a trust where the 

‘Confessional work of the Spirit’ 

opens wide the tomb of terrors, 

and tears begin to fall, 

silence is broken, 

and words, which may have been hidden for a lifetime, begin to flow.

 

The healing balm of Christ’s presence, brings to the downcast a foretaste of healing, the anticipation of liberty from sorrows past and present.

There is a holy quiet as knitted hearts realize 

“It is God who is at work in you, both to desire and to work for His good pleasure” 

which is the liberation of another child of His.


Tuesday, September 17, 2024


 Are you like a Gorilla?

"These guys see masculinity as muscle and mastery. 

They are the fighters and killers and a trail of blood is the scent they leave behind. 

These men only admire brawn, battle and bravery. 

Courage is capital in their bank and only men who are dangerous matter to them. 

If you can’t die doing it, it ain’t worth doing. 

The are the types that throw the first punch. 

These men only respect what they can’t take down. 

The size of someone’s balls is measure of a man to the Gorilla.

Men are often called animals and not without reason! There’s a brute beastliness about all men that needs civilized. There’s a real toxic masculinity that needs to be dealt with in men, but it’s not the anti-male blather that’s being pumped through the public media sewers these days. 

All men need to be sanctified, which is a biblical idea that doesn’t mean feminized or shamed for being or acting like men, it’s means maturing men into the men God created them to be.

Here are seven other types of men, and what acting like a man means to them ---


The Ram...he talks tough and rough, punctuates every comment with a jarring cuss or curse word. 

He’s the dude that has to make others feel small, in order for him to feel big 

and thinks he has to establish dominance by diminishing others. He’s often alone because he pushed everyone away by his behavior. He's hard-headed, confrontational and usually a jerk. He’s the type of guy that just doesn’t know when enough is enough and when to shut up

and his mouth, more than anything, 

is what always gets him in trouble.

 

The Peacock...this guy parades his plume of abs and biceps like some women use their breasts, butts and legs...

it’s all bait and tackle. 

He’s shirtless most of the time, size matters and towels are optional. 

He’s plucked, perfumed and performs with perfect Instagram angles. He’s beautiful like a picture but as deep as the Starbucks macchiato he’s sipping. 


The Mustang...this guy is all about horsepower! 

Money is masculine to him and he uses his bling to dazzle dudes with all his motors, toys and trinkets. 

Cash is king and he has to be at the front of the herd no matter what it costs. 

He’s the one who has everything, anybody wants...first. 

Grease, gears and gadgets are his language and if you don’t speak it, you are bucked off or trampled.


The Octopus...these guys are all sticky, gangly appendages. Their whole existence is about grasping body parts. Acting like men involves objectifying women and titillating tales of sexual conquest find their way into every conversation. Tits and dicks is how this guy quips, creeps and crawls through every crowd. He spews his black ink of penis pontifications to hide his stunted growth and out of control appetites. Eight tentacles still can’t capture enough prey for this guy. 


The Cheetah...these guys have only learned community through competition. The only way to interact with them is to beat them or be beat by them. Everything and everyone is processed through the grid of conquering and achievement. Success is determined by if they ‘can beat them’ in one way or another. First place is everything to these guys and they wear every ribbon, medal or trophy to show how great they are. 


The Owl...some guys have been formed in the crucibles of conversations and their whole interaction with others is intellectual. They are men of talk and ideas, they judge each other from their high, isolated, academic perches of mind. They are often the quiet ones, just sitting there...judging you. Heads spinning all around, gazing, watching, measuring, silently tearing apart your meager minds like small rodents in their sharp talons. They like to swoop in on conversations and sink their beaks into the mushy thinking of dudes and show off their intellectual prowess and then retreat as quickly as they came, licking the blood of their prey with pride. 


The Hyena...these are the party animals and acting like a man means getting wild! These loud-mouthed hecklers, must use intoxicants, because it ain't a party until a bottle or a blunt is in their hands and it isn’t fun unless they are blitzed, buzzed or blazed. They incessantly bark laugh at everything but there's always, always a bite behind their gaggle. They often run in ‘bro packs’ but they can be loners too. They dominate the moment but are often driven off by other dudes because of their odd antics and boisterous buffoonery. 


The Lion...these are kingly men. 

They are powerful men, who don’t need to prove themselves. They bear scars and are often missing parts of their manes, an eye, claw or fang but they are strong. 

These men can be present, 

but do not have to present themselves. 

They can roar, but don’t often need to do so. 

These men could pounce on you a hundred different ways, 

but feel no need to dominate. 

Who they are and what they have done, speaks for itself. 

These men lead by example, by history and by inspiration. They are the warlords, story tellers, sages, bards and saints. 

They are the shadows that most young men try to get out from under 

but older men seek their shade. 

They are the echoes of masculinity worth listening too and the quarries from which to build. 


All these types or sides of men will be encountered in men’s work but all of them can learn to change, harness or transform. 

All of these men matter, even though encountering them can be a difficult. 

Love accepts men as they are, but doesn’t leave them there. Authentic ministry to men helps them see themselves as they are and walks alongside them to become better men. 

“Acting like men” is a call to be strong and courageous, to do and be who you were created to be. To become a mature man, one who has risen above nature and nurture and strives to be the man God has created you to be and calling you to become."

Pastor Eric.

Saturday, September 07, 2024


 

"No one has the same relationship with each individual. 

The older I get the more comfortable I am with accepting that our own reality is our own. Every chapter is filled with characters unique to our unfolding story. What we know and love is made up of unique moments that can’t be fully remade or retold as they actually were experienced or even as they might have truly been.   

Sit in a funeral and listen to someone talk about their recollections or encounters with someone you too knew and you’ll notice that there’s similarities and dissonance. 

We knew them as we know them. 

Lewis said it this way:

C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory “In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter. Wordsworth’s expedient was to identify it with certain moments in his own past. But all this is a cheat. If Wordsworth had gone back to those moments in the past, he would not have found the thing itself, but only the reminder of it; what he remembered would turn out to be itself a remembering. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”

My grandmother is a Genie that I cannot get back in the bottle. She’s far bigger than the actual container that her lived life contained. 

She is known to me in the irritating, sweeping of a broom. 

In the clinking of a spoon in a stirring coffee cup. 

In the scent and swirl of cigarette smoke. 

In birds chirping in cages. 

In the smell of mint crushed in the palm. 

In the feel of crumbling rock. 

In the popcorn bowl. 

The feel of dog fur. 

And in the primordial sounds of a Peacock that roamed her home.


Many of my memories as a young child revolved around her and the mountain home she ruled. Her stormy moods and her unapproachable grandmothering are like a spell cast over my coming of age.

All of the fairytales that have mysterious women who haunt the woods or castles contain her. I loved her in her unlovableness and her wonder. I needed her and still do in some unknowable way. 

My mother was possessed by her and tried to exercise her unsuccessfully. I learned to love women with demons through my senses, memories, joys and troubles. 

She created a world I still try to build from these unreadable blueprints, because I was mesmerized by her shadows and dancing light in my heart and mind. 

She’s been dead most of my life and yet today she lives right outside my window roaming my yard on this mountain hillside. 

I bought this house in part, because her memory demanded it. 

I am a man shaped by earthquaking women.