A beautiful bit of verse today from Mr. Bob Goodrich, himself no stranger to law, as he serves as an attorney-at-law here in Music City, and no stranger to love, as he serves those at whom the stones of judgment, and execution, are thrown.
Law and Love
Heal on the Sabbath
Put the stones down and go home
Care for the enemy injured in the road
Exalt the Kingdom over the Empire
Law points to Love, and as it approaches,
Law kneels at the feet of Love, fulfilled.
All the while, the Pharisees mumble half verse and cry to their non-existent god.
--Robert C. Goodrich, Jr.
If joy could be bought,
what would I pay?
If, as advertising peddles,
joy could be mine today
would I buy it?
I say all this on Ash Wednesday so that we will make sure to get the whole point of it right: when we reflect upon calls to repentance, we must remember that repentance is simply a word that means to change, to turn the whole of ourselves toward true joy…
I have even, at times, despaired of God’s existence. My interpretation of the Scriptures with which I used to console myself that God was “in control” or watching over us all pale in the face of chemical bombs dropping on Syria’s children.
An Avett Brothers show is a party, but without all the partying. It’s not that they are unaware of the trappings that accompany being professional musicians, but these things are in their rear view mirror. The passion of their performance…
I was a classic white moderate. I was never openly racist. I was generally nice. I did not make a habit of using the n-word. And it’s true that “one of my best friends was black.” I sat behind him in first grade, and...
You did not come as presidents or prime ministers or kings come;
But swaddled in a manger, vulnerable, enfleshed,
Thence as a man of sorrows.
I discovered a woman far more complicated than the mythos that generally surrounds her and abstracts bits of her life into sermonic quips and sentimental memes. I encountered a “saint of darkness,” indeed: not only one who willingly struck out into the unknown…
Saint Thomas Aquinas insisted that life was ultimately about happiness. This is an odd assertion, perhaps…. To be happy?! Such an assertion sounds suspiciously like indulgent self-centeredness.
The early Christians were undoubtedly “liberal” in important senses: after all, the ancient world held certain strict categories of hierarchy. These early Christians were shockingly liberal in refusing to impose such categories and moralisms. But these Christians held to an orthodoxy that led to a particular form of liberalism. They were liberal in these ways not in spite of their orthodoxy; they were liberal in these ways because of their orthodoxy.
“My phone would ring, and it’d be Motown wanting me to start working and I’d say, ‘Have you seen the paper today? Have you read about these kids who were killed at Kent State?’ The murders at Kent State made me sick. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop crying. The notion of singing three-minute songs about the moon and June didn’t interest me. Neither did instant-message songs.”
We let all sorts of melodies and lyrics roll over us, inviting us to participate in the sorts of beautiful human communities of which Moltmann speaks…