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Showing posts with label Miracle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miracle. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2020


Snap my fingers, waves
Expanding in the ether
Snap, a miracle

Tap, tapping rhythms
Shaping order from chaos
Tap, the birth of time

Ripples of desire
Rings, spread across the water
Ripples in the dark

Murmurs and Echoes
Poetry of the lost muse
Murmuring shadows

Tuesday, February 4, 2020


Asking for a gift
Calling for a miracle
Fill the emptiness

Something for nothing
Receiving a bequeathment
Or nothing at all.

Beg the divinity
Obsequious and fawning
The supplicant mewls

Abandon the god
That hungers for your spirit
Who thirsts for worship

Ancient gods, of gold
Silver, and the war machine
Gods of slavery

Stolen sacrifice
Set the bloody gods on fire
A column of smoke

Bitumen and vice
The corrosion of virtue
Nothing is sacred

Tuesday, August 20, 2019


Ask for a miracle, give everything for nothing

Obsequious and fawning, call on the gods, the ancestors serving with the empty hand

Make yourself holy, prepare the way, mask your desire and cover your fear with ritual intention

Cast yourself to the wind, perform with great flourish, and discover that god has abandoned you

The ancestors are dead, your inheritance is only a faint impression inscribed in the cell 

Their hunger is your hunger, made real by your fear, your worship will not satiate it

Little gods of wood and stone, silent idols like false memories of forebears we never knew

Pietas is the enslavement of the heart and mind, bound by the iron ring of symbol and tradition

Do you hear them speaking?

Listen closely, it is your own voice you are hearing, justifying the path you set yourself on

Obeisance to religion, is fealty to a fiction, a false piety that burns in bright colors on the altar

Listen, the way is one of humility, the relationships before you are the entire world, let go

The past holds people in its rigid-grip, with violence and a lust for life that will not be quelled

We cannot stay bound to it, led about by phantom chains, bolted to the heart, break them apart

Sunday, September 9, 2018

A Homily – Mark 7:31-37 ©

The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.09.09

Miracle No Miracle

In the gospel reading for today we are given an example of Jesus’ healing power.

The narrative constructed in such a way as to have the reader believe that what is important is the story of Jesus’ healing power, that he is able to make the deaf hear and the dumb speak.

This is understandable, because the people wanted to believe that these kinds of miracles did in fact occur, they hungered for tales of Jesus’ power.

The writers of mark had to tell the stories that were circulating among the believers, they felt compelled to make Jesus’ ministry a tale of wonder-working. Nevertheless, they were able to work a caveat into the story; the notion that Jesus did not want his healings to be publicized.

Mark’s Gospel, the earliest of the Gospels, is replete with these admonishments to secrecy.

The message they are sending is this; faith should not be based on stories of miracles. Myths and fables to not strengthen the Church, faith is trust, faith in God is trust in the unseen.

That is the way of Christ.

‘He makes the deaf hear and the dumb speak'

Returning from the district of Tyre, Jesus went by way of Sidon towards the Sea of Galilee, right through the Decapolis region. And they brought him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech; and they asked him to lay his hand on him. He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, put his fingers into the man’s ears and touched his tongue with spittle. Then looking up to heaven he sighed; and he said to him, ‘Ephphatha’, that is, ‘Be opened.’ And his ears were opened, and the ligament of his tongue was loosened and he spoke clearly. And Jesus ordered them to tell no one about it, but the more he insisted, the more widely they published it. Their admiration was unbounded. ‘He has done all things well,’ they said ‘he makes the deaf hear and the dumb speak.’

23rd Sunday in Ordinary Time

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Awake and alone
I am too poor to receive
This revelation

Awake and alone
The miracle passes me
I could not touch it

I feel the bludgeon
The cold, and despairing blows
Numbing my senses

Hollow humanity
Our terrible husbandry
Mechana of grief

Our desire to rule
Captivate and dominate
To name and call ours

Everything turns, spoils
Seeding the earth with poisons
Soaked in bitterness

Alone and awake
Witnessing a miracle
Softly beaten air

Brushing against me
Broad wings, black against the night
Wings of the eagle

Soul of the nation
White head, yellow beak, raptor
Tearing into flesh

Hungry, devouring
This miracle, eating me

Alone and awake

Sunday, May 29, 2016

A Homily – The Gospel of Juke 7:1-10 ©

The Gospel of the Day – 2016.05.29

Faith and Confusion

When Jesus had come to the end of all he wanted the people to hear, he went into Capernaum. A centurion there had a servant, a favourite of his, who was sick and near death. Having heard about Jesus he sent some Jewish elders to him to ask him to come and heal his servant. When they came to Jesus they pleaded earnestly with him. ‘He deserves this of you’ they said ‘because he is friendly towards our people; in fact, he is the one who built the synagogue.’ So Jesus went with them, and was not very far from the house when the centurion sent word to him by some friends: ‘Sir,’ he said ‘do not put yourself to trouble; because I am not worthy to have you under my roof; and for this same reason I did not presume to come to you myself; but give the word and let my servant be cured. For I am under authority myself, and have soldiers under me; and I say to one man: Go, and he goes; to another: Come here, and he comes; to my servant: Do this, and he does it.’ When Jesus heard these words he was astonished at him and, turning round, said to the crowd following him, ‘I tell you, not even in Israel have I found faith like this.’ And when the messengers got back to the house they found the servant in perfect health.


A Miracle – A Meme of Healing

There is a message in this periscope. It is intended for the communities of believers founded by Saint Luke and Saint Paul; Paul who never met Jesus, and Luke the physician who followed him, who also never met Jesus, but who authored the Gospel of Luke and the Book of Acts regardless.

These apostles lived and worked well beyond the borders of Palestine. They shared their faith with Jews of the diaspora, Gentiles alike.

Through their work, the Way of Jesus became an international movement. As such the narratives they promoted required international characters; Jews to be sure, but Ethiopians, Greeks, and Romans to. And so they narrated the story of the Roman Centurion, a Roman who admired the faith and moral probity of the Jewish people (which was not entirely uncommon in the time of Jesus), a godfearer as the Jews called them.

The Gospel tell us that the Centurion understands who Jesus is, and acknowledges his authority, as a result the Centurion is rewarded with a gift of healing for his servant; the servant who remains anonymous and of whom we are never given any indication about whether he knows Jesus, understands his mission, or has faith sufficient to merit healing.

This narrative was meant to prepare the hearts and minds of Jewish-Christians for the acceptance of Gentiles into their midst; not just Gentiles, but even Romans, and Romans of every class, including military commanders.

It was also meant to convey the message to gentiles that the Way of Jesus was open to everyone.
That is the basic story.

It also contains a deeper narrative; one about the transactional nature of faith, this narrative is a lie.
It tells us in a not so subtle way the gifts of faith, like the miracle of healing, can be purchased through correct belief.

Jesus heals the Centurion’s servant because the Centurion expresses the correct belief about God, with the appropriate degree of commitment.

The way that the narrative plays itself out, the reader can presume that the servant would not have been healed if the Centurion had any doubt about who Jesus was. Not only did he have no doubt, but his faith surpassed that of the entire population of Israel, and with that coin he purchased for another the gift of healing.

This tells us that the miracle of healing can be purchased through right belief, right ideology, right doctrine; that if your knowledge of who Jesus is, is correct, and your commitment to that knowledge is pure, you are eligible to receive the gifts of faith and even pass them on to others.
This thought structure is essentially Gnostic, and belongs to a heresy that was condemned by the church in subsequent centuries.

Gnosticism was condemned because it circumscribed the faithful, and limited the church to insular groups of believers who put more stock in their secrets and mystical traditions than in the charitable Jesus commissioned the church to engage in.

The more significant error is not the gnostic error, however; the more significant error is the error that the gifts of faith are transactional, when Jesus intended for the loving works of Christians to be free, and freely distributed to any who ask, regardless of who they are or how they come.

8th Sunday in Ordinary Time