John 20:1-18
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We All Must Rise

We All Must Rise

must push up from the soil and bloom!
Summer Solstice
must follow the Spring Equinox!
The moon
must rise and set!
The sun
must set and rise!
Jesus must rise,
and so must we…!
There are
cycles that cannot be unbroken.
There are
rhythms that will play out.
There are
metaphors, equations, syllogisms
that always seem to work—
if cross, then tomb;
if tomb’s slab, then table;
if body broken, then bread on table;
if yeast, then bread rises;
if life poured out, then cup is filled up;
if tomb then, resurrection;
if shame, then glory;
if Jesus lives, then so do we.
Magma forms mountains,
planting brings harvest,
in our hopes,
by our grief,
through our fear,
in spite of our disbelief,
we step off our own crosses,
strip off the wrappings of death,
walk out of our own tombs,
because faith requires faith not proof,
we can believe we, too,
will rise with the glory of the risen Christ.
regardless of our lack of understanding,
or faith, or possession of quantifiable scientific evidence,
that is how the God of all that is
does things—
I suppose,
when you’re the God of all love,
love always wins.


1 Corinthians 1:27-29 & 2 Corinthians 4:6-7
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Gold In The Cracks

Gold In The Cracks

Cracked, earthen vessels…
There is,
about the world,
a broken quality
that is not tragic.
There is,
about the world,
a mystery,
an ineffable conclusion,
that in no way is an end.
There is a holy wholeness
that is beyond logic
and the way
things are supposed to work.
For, in the brokenness itself,
in that unspeakable
non-concluding consequence
is the mystery.
And we,
as broken vessels,
are the fractured containers,
that carry the very thing of which we dream—
the beauty of God.
Healing and nurture will rise
with the certainty
of the sun,
and that sacredness will rise
in these broken vessels
we know as ourselves.

There is a technique by which broken pottery is repaired
called, kintsugi, or golden joinery, repairing broken pottery
with lacquer mixed with powdered gold—

a metaphor for God’s healing
of our brokenness.
And you know these things to be true:
we are all broken,
But what you do not truly understand is
that we the broken,
we the frail,
we the fearful,
we the lost,
we the fractured vessels—
we hold the sacred, holy wonder
that will undo
the tragic brokenness.
For within our broken, hurting,
troubled hearts
is the mystery that itself is a conclusion
that begins and not ends.
We hold that miracle…
the golden joinery
will make us one again…
It will!
Oh yes,
it will…




Isaiah 43:16-21
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Moving through Lent
at the speed of renewal,
expectation and hope.
Walking through the chaos
of life
understanding that life
is the best we get,
but that while it could get worse,
there is possibility
for it being
even more full
of chock-a-block loveliness and grace
than we can imagine
or even think possible.
We hope for so many things,
but in truth,
our hope is for
more mind-blasting
divine presence in our lives.
Moving through Lent
is like walking through a forest
in a no-light-black-night
with muffled sounds of wildness—
it takes equal measures of
foolhardiness and
Moving through Lent
is like going home
and not being quite there,
but with a lifetime
of waiting to get there.
Moving through Lent
is like a long history of praising
while stuck in gooey,
deep mud.
Moving through Lent
is like taking that last step
into the heart of
an explosion of
pure, soul-scorching wonder
and knowing —
at last, at last,

at last…


This song has become the theme song in the Geyserville Christian Church



Sharing Food as Sacrament

Sharing Food as Sacrament

Isaiah 55:1-5
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This Isaiah text is but one of many
that were foundational for the
message Jesus proclaimed.
We seem to live
in a nation that works hard
at indoctrinating
us to believe that socialism
is a bad thing
and equates it with
“Godless” communism
and hates any suggestion
that we might use our taxes
to help someone else.
We also seem to have morphed
our Christian ideals
until they
are so skewed
by the atheistic notions
of individualism,
bootstrap success and
free market economics
that Christianity,
as it is presented,
has lost any suggestion
of the foundations
of Jesus’ own belief
and the message
he died proclaiming.
Isaiah says:
Come and get it.
Come and take it.
It is free.
Salvation takes on many different
aspects for many different people.
however does not ONLY mean,
if it does at all,
from a fiery hell,
an angry God,
or death itself.
Salvation means whatever
need it to mean.
from hunger,
from no access to medical care,
from addiction,
from sin, sure,
but also
from obscene political systems,
and their many causes:
these are but some
of the many things held
in the notion of salvation.
as presented by God through Jesus
is at its least,
and at its best is a
God inspired communism.
Lent reminds us
that the unconditional love Jesus offered
was not all warm and fuzzy
or an emotionally sentimentalized gift.
It was the
that the other,
whomever they may be,
is worth the price
of some of our own comfort
to care for their needs.
How do we fare
when we are scrutinized
by the living reality
of Jesus’ proclamations?