Psalm 46

There comes a time when something (Something) must come about, for if nothing (Nothing) comes about, that will be death. We believe so often that change is death, that disaster is death, that Death itself is death, but no — even in Death, something (Something) occurs and something (Something) continues. Even in disaster, something (Something) trembles and shifts. Even in change, something (Something) falters and fades. And though it may be alarming, take heart: it is not nothing (Nothing). There is still something (Something) that remains, still something (Something) that comes. So as it comes — this something (Something) — and until it comes and through all of the angst of it coming: hold a hand; walk together; ungate your heart; find space to breathe; give space to breathe; blend your voice with others in song; show up and participate — do not do nothing (Nothing). And most of all, do not be afraid. There is still and always Something.

Of Sleeping Giants

More ancient than memory are the giants whose sleeping forms are the softly rolling hills and tall jagged mountains that could tell tall tales if anyone bothered to ask them. So deep is their hibernation that no one has seen the giants breathe in years, although the trees prickle with the life they cover and the stars count the days until the mountains awake. Beware the mountains’ dawn, that time when the sleeping giants arise together and protest with disgruntled envy: Who is this LORD who has built a mount taller than our revered heights? And who are these walking together toward that mount with praise? For as long as we have been sleeping, the people have turned to us for inspiration — they climbed our sides and painted our portraits and consumed our resources with gratitude. For as long as we have been sleeping, we have been gods, but now we wake to find that the LORD from a higher mount is calling the people to harmony and humility. Then the earth will quake to feel their jealousy. Rocks will cascade like waterfall from their shoulders. Trees will stand on end like hair raised in astonishment. But those ascending the mount will extend their joy to the giants, singing in invitation, Come, mountains of Bashan! Come, giants of the Himalayas! Wipe the sleep from your eyes, shake the stones from between your toes. Climb with us and be not an enemy of the LORD. Join the procession and be a blessing to the One whose mount is our destination.

on Psalm 68:15-18


Fools Say

I tell you:
there is no God
for this world will march
to its own dying end
without care or
comfort, and
most of all, without
repentance for
its sins.
If there were a God
we would not be allowed
to live without one —
so callously, so
who chooses
by their own will
to succumb to Another
without force or
something gained?
And what is to be gained, if
history tells the truth,
is the control of
Another’s story in order
to obtain domination
of yet another,
but this gain
is not God
and — lest we be proud —
there is also no God to be found
in our sin-sick souls
where Another
is but an
an imagining
for our fantasies
for our self-doubts
for our violent otherings.
Hidden within our secret truths
there is no God who can
trump the ego.
Fools may say it
but we who are so certain
that we are not foolish,
who are so sure
that we are
we ourselves live it.
There is no God.

a lament over white theology

Psalm 14:1a — Fools say in their hearts, “There is no God.”

the phrase “sin-sick soul” comes from There Is A Balm in Gilead, an African American spiritual