hush now heart

hush now heart
it’s time for you to go away
your song is much too loud
for fragile souls to stay

hush now heart
you beat too strong to contain
your  untidy unruly rhythm
could drive a man insane

hush now heart
can’t  you see you’re in a cage
the ivory bars define your world
but still you seek to roil and rage

hush now heart
you define the start
of each one’s fragile flame
your’s is the bell, that sound
marks the beginning of the game
forget my words and pound
like a war drum you are bound
drive forward sad troops that lag behind
become sentinel in dusty chambers of the mind

crash and crash again
till life pours forth like love
and every eye in heaven above
looks down in wonder
at the birth of hope in the dark

Hope

it is the vapor of a mist
burned away by the stark
reality of the morning sun
sharp angled shadows
testifying to the things
which cannot be held

hope

unfulfilled dreams carried aloft
by the simple fact that
we breathe
we beat
we live

The Problem with the Transcendent God

From Oxford –

Transcendent:

  • beyond or above the range of normal or physical human experience:the search for a transcendent level of knowledge
  • surpassing the ordinary; exceptional:her transcendent beauty
  • (of God) existing apart from and not subject to the limitations of the material universe.  Often contrasted with immanent

Immanent:

  • existing or operating within; inherent:the protection of liberties is immanent in constitutional arrangements
  • (of God) permanently pervading and sustaining the universe.  Often contrasted with transcendent
Sometimes it feels as though the immanence of God is made up to comfort us and protect us from the truth of the transcendent God. In the midst of our deepest darknesses we are told that God is there, with us, or that just beyond the clouds is the sun or that just over the eastern horizon the sun is preparing to rise, etc, etc. While this is all well and good and perhaps true it feels as though the benefit is not for us but the ones to the far east who already see the sun, or the ones soaring above the clouds basking in its heat etc.
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For those of us in the pit it feels as if we are alone no matter how present the intangible, transcendent God may be. One wonders if the platitudes given to us by well meaning people are perhaps more to comfort them than us. God seems more transcendent than immanent. God seems distant and apart from things. No doubt it is a matter of perspective. Imagine being in New Orleans the week before Hurricane Katrina. Now imagine that you are leaving Bourbon Street after a night of intense revelry when you are acosted by a gun-wielding man who demands your wallet, cell phone, watch, etc. etc. In that moment you have crossed over from the immanence of God, which you measure by the sense of your own joy, to a deep feeling of anger, isolation and, no doubt, a solid belief that if God is around it is certainly not here.
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Fast-forward one week and now Hurricane Katrina is devastating the region. The city is destroyed, many are dead, thousands have left their homes to thieves with no idea how their lives will go on. Suddenly in the midst of this moment God was immanent while you were being robbed a week ago. He was there with you keeping you alive. Now though in comparison it feels as though you are abandoned. Alone. God has departed and left you to the wild ways of the world.
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Suddenly you are transported to the city of Mogadishu in Somalia. You witness the final moments of two children’s lives as rogue gunmen on old jeeps race through the streets proudly displaying their might in the form of automatic heavy machine guns mounted to the vehicle’s back. They pay no attention to the brother and sister playing in the street, nor do they stop after running them down leaving a horrified mother in shock and despair. Suddenly God was immanent for you when you were in the midst of the hurricane and now transcendent and away from this place of sorrow.
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Again and again the sense of God’s presence or seeming abandonment is somehow dependent on our own situation and the relative situation of others. How is this, in any way satisfying or even correct? How can the eternal and loving God, the one who is outside of the control of anything in existence, suddenly be so easy to control and manipulate with our own emotions? We are sad – God is gone. We are happy – God is there. We sorrow – God is transcendent. We fee l joy – God is immanent. We know, in the end, this is wrong. That God, by God’s own nature, is both transcendent and immanent. We is both apart and near. The creator who is far from us and the one who was humiliated by putting on human flesh and becoming one of us and with us in Christ.
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If we trust God we know that God’s presence is available to us. The problem is really somehow in accessing it. How do we connect with the living God in a meaningful and trans-formative way, while in the midst of our deepest despairs? Sometimes our efforts to feel God’s presence are about as satisfying as giving our own sore backs a massage when we know we need the hands of others. When their hands are not there it becomes easy to deceive ourselves into thinking we have been abandoned to our own methods and these, compared to God’s are poor at best. When we try to help ourselves and fail we begin to define ourselves as failures. We begin to believe that not only are we failures, but that God has abandoned us because we feel like failures.
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Back to perspective, I suppose in the end, when we are being crushed, we have two options – believe God cares and gain some comfort from that or do not believe and live alone in the crushing. Neither seems like a wonderful option but surely the one is better than the other. Sometimes in those moments, if we open our eyes we may even see that there are, in fact, others who would seek to be the very immanent hands of Christ in our lives…should we let them.
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I would go so far as to suggest that sometimes a drowning man needs to call to the ship for help if he expects a life preserver to be thrown, otherwise they may as well be alone in the stormy sea.

Shadow Mine

sometimes
when it gets too dark
i lose sight of my twin
my lost likeness
when the moon hides
while clouds obscure
the black creeps inside
but i
i would see the sun shine
to return to me
my shadow mine

i am still me

small wonder with wanderlust
walks head in clouds to lord over
his tiny earth
his little world
of snowbanks and mudballs
broken windows
and railway tracks
to throw stones at and from
little streams like rivers
from 1,000 feet to his eyes
sunburns in southern Ontario summer
while quarry cliffs call to the heedless
just a 13 mile bike ride away
we dive all day all day all day
it was
for the most part
never about ‘we’
there was no such thing
when i was young, you see

it was only ever me
running, walking, singing me
laying under warm sky stars me
drinking the cool creek water me
only me of hardcore hazy heavens
longing me
loving me
giving all that i am me

and i
with years of world behind
i

i am still me

People or Programs?

I having been mulling this subject for awhile…the subject is in the form of a question. Which tends to be more effective in transforming lives (assuming some lives need transformation) people or programs? While I personally believe there is a gut instinct response to this question I want to investigate whether it is correct.

My gut tells me that people are the most effective means of transforming other people. So if this is the case why do we rely so strongly on programs? Don’t get me wrong, I think programming is required to allow for efficient use of resources and management of large groups of people toward a specific and visionary end, however at the end of the day programs must always be sacrificed for the sake of people.

When was the last time you heard someone say “it was the English program at my high school that transformed my life” or “I first encountered God through the fine programming efforts of my church.” What you hear is “I will never forget my Grade 12 English teacher Mr. Peter Knowles” (who was, in fact, my grade 12 English teacher and who I will not, in fact, forget). Or “it was through my youth pastor or pastor or best friend at church or Sunday school teacher that I first encountered God.”

It is always people, people who intentionally step out on a limb and decide to to that scary step into another person’s life, that make a difference. People who genuinely desire to connect to the other, to know and allow themselves to be known, without pretense, titles, or barriers of office. It is people who rise above programs and positions that impact other lives.

So what does this mean? It means our programs must be slave to relationships and not the other way round. In schools, churches, business and home our role is to create environments that facilitate relationships. This does not mean dumping a bunch of people into a large room and then expecting relationships to “just happen” because contrary to popular belief, people do not just become vulnerable and connect with one-another. Why? We live in a world that has made us cynical, suspicious and frankly frightened of others. We immediately wonder “why do you want to know me? what is in it for you?”.

So if dumping people in a room does not work how about dumping people in a room with a set of instructions like: A) Say hello to person on you left B) Await hello in response C) wait for relational transformation. Of course I am being facetious but you get the idea. What is the missing ingredient? Leadership. There are some called to positions of authority (or have sought them out called or not) in our schools, churches, businesses, communities etc. who are required to show the rest of us what happens when we step into the lives of others, for real, in the flesh, face to face. This kind of leadership leads by example. Sometimes this kind of leadership points to other leaders like Ghandi, or Jesus, or Rick Warren, or Billy Graham, or Pierre Trudeau etc. as examples of this kind of leadership but frankly, at this point, they are leading by proxy. While inspiring, the story of a dead or famous individual’s compassion will never change a person. Their example must take on flesh in the eyes of the people. It is not the leader’s job to point to better examples of leadership, it is the leader’s job to become that which they so admire.

Personally the reason I think leaders (and most people for that matter) do not do this is fear. People fear being vulnerable, they fear being rebuffed, they fear being hurt. These are all normal fears and if we were mere animals we would be wise to follow these fears. We are not, however, merely animals, we are image bearers, we are humanity and we rise above our fears for the sake of the other. This is one of the things that makes us human.

I was transformed not by books but by the man who cared enough to spend extra time with me in grade 12, to see past the exterior that showed an intensely shy kid from a welfare poor single-mom family, and into the potential writer and teacher that simply needed encouragement. He was not paid for the extra hours spent with me and eventually we became friends. Here I was a grade 12 student and I could call my English teacher – friend. He took a risk on me, opened up to me about his own life and hopes, and in the process helped lead transformation.

That is what people need…caring, transformational leaders who take the time to step into a few lives and become vulnerable and watch as those people gain the courage to step into other people’s lives and watch them do the same.

Empty Wells

what is it about empty wells
that causes people to look deeply
then tip right over and fall in?

why does the blackness draw them so?
there is no light that tugs from afar
no promise of wishes from within

I mean there’s not even water
to cushion the blow when you land
just hard dirt to break your neck.

strange these empty wells
like prairie sirens with hollow voices
that draw us just them same

 

Bird’s Nest

bird’s nest is snow and ice
a twisted halo of dead grass
where thriving life was borne
now empty as an unused bone
full of holes for wind to play
songs of farewell and come again
abandoned like a country house
where love like sun’s heat reigned
now a drab driveby curiousity
where no memory echoes anymore
no sign that –
there were wings here once

This is Living

quiet is the air
i hear –
nothing…
every chair is empty
the couch is cold
no bed contains its heart
i could be a ghost
if not for the steady
in, out, in, out
breathing is life
but
being seen, heard, held
this is living
it is not good for man…

Snow

cold healing falls as manna
scattered in bits and pieces
across the blackened earth
it covers the scarring filth
a blanket of white novacaine
to dull the trash strewn pain
of a given garden gone wrong

so for a while everything dies
and life ends on winter’s cross
but it’s only through these frozen days
that sun and renewed life can come
to warm our waylaid ways

in the meantime run falling to the ground
fill the world with winged laughing angels

see –

they stare to the sky to witness the coming sun…