Wednesday, January 21, 2015

"Falling Into God" reposted from ChubbicsBlog

I thought this was too good not to repost.

from chubbic "Falling Into God"

We try to put the wind in boxes, and bottle sunlight. We tame religion, we tame everything.
Three Dollars Worth of God
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk
or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man
or pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
— Wilbur Rees
Having Social Justice Sundays, or singing peppy hymns about how “we are the people against oppression” (in our designer jeans or tailored suits) don’t really fix it either.
The Marxists were right: do-gooder feel-gooder half measures aren’t enough. We need revolution, violent struggle, we need war.
But the Marxists were wrong about the battlefield. The battlefield is not in the streets or even in the senate. It is in the heart of each and every man.
Did you know that secret? The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.
—Mitya in The Brothers Karamazov
The battle is fought through love, humility, and holiness. (They are all the same thing, truly, just seen from different angles.)
Person by person, each “small” action we make in life and love, it matters. We are children in the sorcerer’s chamber, stumbling across magic way over our heads. We are magic —we’ve all got the zombie virus and the breath of God within ourselves, and everything hangs in the balance.
There is a war raging in the heavens. Love God, love your neighbor, love yourself. Live a holy life. Your body is a sacred magic: honour all human flesh. Keep your word, kiss the earth, get back up every time you fall down, trust the universe like a child. Keep your heart open, treasure everyone.

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