Broken Dreams Along the Boulevard We Travel!

Two songs with the title: ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams:

I walk a lonely road/The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes/But it’s only me, and I walk alone

I walk this empty street/On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps/And I’m the only one, and I walk alone

I walk alone, I walk alone/I walk alone and I walk alone…  (Greenday)

 

I walk along the street of sorrow/The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette/

Can take a kiss without regret/So they forget their broken dreams/

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow/When you behold your shattered schemes
Gigolo and gigolette/Wake up to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams/Here is where you’ll always find me
Always walking up and down/But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow/You cannot keep it long it seems
Gigolo and gigolette/
Still sing a song and dance along/The boulevard of broken dreams

(Lyrics – Al Dubin; Music – Harry Warren)

Both are songs of the journey down the path of sorrow, despair, loneliness and lost hope.  The road can be long (and winding?) and seems to go on forever.  It is a lonely path and our world closes down as we wander.  We feel the loss of control and a powerlessness over our lives.  The boulevard of broken dreams is one we all wander and know in our being and many people are on this road now.  The broken dreams and lost hopes leave us feeling dry and hopeless.  Lethargy and deep melancholy, or worse, depression, overwhelms us and the journey is hard.  We feel lost and can’t see a way forward out of the chaos and grief.  The boulevard of broken dreams…

In a story read in churches this Sunday we hear of another journey made in despair and loneliness.  It comes to us from Luke’s story of Jesus (Luke 24:13-35) and features two followers of Jesus, Cleopas and an unnamed one (probably a woman?).  They are walking away from Jerusalem to their village of Emmaus.  It is obviously a decent journey and takes some time through the day.  They discuss their grief and disbelief over the events that have overtaken them in Jerusalem.  The week began so well, with crowds hailing Jesus as ‘King’ and heralding his entry into Jerusalem on a donkey (that was only 2-3 weeks ago in our celebration!).  Through the week things heated up and the resistance to Jesus grew until he was arrested, charged, sentenced and crucified.  It all happened so quickly and so completely.  Now the followers of Jesus felt lost, alone and out of control.  They also lost their hopes and dreams – this was a boulevard of broken dreams!

As they walked and grieved, a stranger joined them and asked why they were sad.  They were surprised and shared their grievous story.  We had hoped he was the one!  We had hoped…  It is a phrase we know: We hoped the doctor’s diagnosis would be better.  We hoped the relationship could be restored.  We hoped the job could be saved.  We hoped…  We hoped… Wed hoped…  But then hope is gone, broken dreams shattered along this lonely road – and we walk alone.  It feels so alone!

The stranger listened to their sad story, their lonely tale with despair and grief.  He then told their story back to them, embracing it within the bigger, deeper, richer story of their people and God’s engagement and life through them.  He told them what had happened and why and where in the story God was real and present and engaged – God’s love continued to be with them and would rise in new and wondrous life (already had, in fact!).  In the hearing of this stranger’s words their heart burned within them – the joy, wonder and hope they felt in Jesus words and life were rekindled in new ways by this mysterious stranger!  They reached home and the stranger kept going but they stopped him and invited him into their home. They sat down to a meal and the guest turned host, taking bread, blessing, breaking and sharing it.  They immediately recognised the stranger as the Risen Christ in their midst. He disappeared from their sight and they rejoiced in the recognition and mystery of his presence.

Written some decades after Jesus when faith, life and church was perhaps harder going under various difficult Emperors, the followers of Jesus wondered how the Risen Christ was present to them, how they experienced this Risen Christ in their midst.  Luke’s story reminded them that Christ is present as the stories of faith and life are shared, as we are embraced into something bigger, more enduring, that embraces the deeper questions and experiences of life, faith, pain and joy.  Down the boulevard of broken dreams or Emmaus’ dusty road, where life is dry, lonely and filled with fear and grief, the Christ is with us.  Sometimes as friend and sometimes as stranger who walks with us.  The Christ is in the deeper story of God’s grace and life-filled promises that emerges from the despair and silence, nurturing new hope.  Christ comes to us in the breaking of bread, a shared meal where love and life are shared and we welcome others into our midst, stranger and friend.  Christ is present in the prayers of hoe and despair, of grief and pain, of joy and wonder.   Christ touches our hearts with the soft, gentle emotion of joy that moves within us as we listen to the pure joy of a song or tune that stirs us in melody or memory.  The story told or presented in movie or drama, that stirs our soul and moves our emotions is full of Christ and we come face to face with the Reality beyond all reality, the foundation of life and everything – the ground of all being.  The One in whom we live and move and have our being is revealed spectacularly in the beauty, diversity and awe of nature, creation, the world and universe beyond.  We small humans recognise our humility and dependence upon Mother Earth, Brother Sun and Sister Moon and the stardust that has formed our bodies.  Our hearts burn and we know the presence of the Risen Christ in these moments of sacred awe and holiness.

The inbreaking story and presence of the Christ is a transformative moment that draws us out of ourselves and our small perceptions of life and the world (that often feels like it revolves around us!) into a story that is ‘us,’ ‘we’ and everything.  We do lose control and are invited to let go of our need to be in control and trust in the grace of God, mysterious, uncontrollable and blowing through us like wind and breath to birth new life, new hope and new being.  The Risen Christ is everywhere around and holds us in grace and love!

By geoffstevenson

A Time of Change – and Opportunity!

In Fred Watson’s book, ‘Cosmic Chronicles,’ he speaks of Galileo and his work around 400 years ago.  Galileo and his telescope proved Copernicus’ theory that the Earth was not the centre of the universe.  He presented his scientific evidence that conflicted with the traditions of the powers of the world (ie. Holy Roman Church!) that held to the Aristotelian (Ptolemaic) view that the Earth was the centre of the Universe and the sun (and everything else) moved around it.  Galileo’s writings on his research and observations, astronomical and mathematical, rattled the cages of many senior figures who were part of the scholarly classes of Catholicism and held strong views and interpreted their own observations within the context of their world-view: The Earth is the centre of everything!

Galileo challenged this world-view.  He challenged their thinking, their beliefs and their way of understanding life, and God’s world.  If the Earth wasn’t the centre of the Universe but ‘just another planet’ in a vast universe then much theology, tradition and their sense of importance and power was threatened.  What if we aren’t the centre of everything, but spinning on another small planet in one galaxy amongst innumerable others in an infinite universe?  The importance and centrality of human beings, and more importantly at the time, the Church, was challenged and threatened.  If clerics were not correct and this ‘ignorant mathematician’ and his new-fangled telescope proved Nicolaus Copernicus’ theories from seven decades earlier correct, what would that mean in terms of truth, trust and power?

Newton and other scientists emerged and pushed their scientific evidence-based physics further and further, eroding the wisdom and knowledge of the all-powerful elites,, the Church who controlled the minds of ordinary people.  In essence, the church was dragged kicking and screaming into the new era of modern science but of course it didn’t go quietly or graciously but with power and violence where it could.  There were inquisitions and trials, courts and guilty verdicts.  Heretics were made examples of and punished for ‘persecuting the Holy Spirit’ and defying God’s good way in the world.

Still, the world-view changed and we have lived with it for a few centuries now.  This paved the way for many other advances and modern assumptions about life and the world.  Our willingness to dominate the earth and conquer every habitat and environment, seeking resources for our own benefit arose from these early sciences and the discoveries they made.  Science also, helped desacralize the world, explaining the many mysteries that were previously the domain of God and God’s Spirit.  Interestingly, many of these scientists were Christian and sought to find ways of understanding God’s world to glorify God.

The world changed, as the way we saw and experienced the world, changed.  Flowing through the Reformation era and into the Enlightenment, were cultural, political, religious and intellectual changes.  Industry, nuclear families, growth in city-states, liberal democracy and capitalism are a few of the changes wrought through this era of transformation and change.  A world-view provides a powerful lens that shapes who we are, how we think and what we believe is important.  Our current world-view is now crumbling after a few centuries and the failures of systems to adequately deal with life in our world in the late 20th century/early 21st century, is acute.

The Coronavirus epidemic has given us an opportunity to recalibrate – a necessary opportunity.  Many social media postings point to the possibility of change rather than reverting back to where we were.  Amongst the suggestions are a new relationship with the Earth itself, simplifying our lives and reducing the profound stress humanity has placed upon Mother Earth.  Simplifying our lives to find space for one another, relationships, which in our solitude we discover are very significant!  The world economy has been impacted severely and the temptation will be to restore it and all things to the ways they were.  Such economic growth relies on more of the same – acquisition and accumulation, a focus on personal wealth, higher [economic] standards of living and the ‘affluenza’ that has been rife across our society.  There is simply not enough for everyone to share the same materialistic ideals as we have.  Despite our affluence and prosperity, we do not seem happier or more content.  There is more stress, tension, addiction, anxiety and depression across this wide brown land, along with suicide.  It is time for a different view of life!

This Sunday we continue to read John’s story of Jesus (John 20:19-31) and encounters with the Risen Christ that left his followers mystified, confused, fearful, hopeful and transformed.  The followers were hidden away behind locked doors on the evening of the day of resurrection.  They were fearful of those who killed Jesus.  They were lost in their grief and despair – life has changed and can never be the same.  Jesus captured their imagination, their hearts and minds, and even to an extent, their lives.  They lived with him, followed him, listened to his teaching and participated in the mission of Christ.  They saw a new way but their world-view remained – they still had the typical Jewish expectations of the Messiah and God’s liberation of their world from Roman Imperialism.

Jesus died, killed by the powers and principalities of the world, Roman and Jewish in their attempt to hold power.  Jesus would not betray his passion and life in the Reign of God, that which he proclaimed, lived and embraced in his being.  The Reign of God stood, from Jesus’ perspective, as the original and deepest truth, the only true source of life, hope, salvation and grace.  It is a Reign of love and compassion, forgiveness and mercy that stands over and against every other reign of empire or Earthly authority.  It questions every world-view and provides a lens that challenges everything through the love and justice of God  The disciples had their view of everything turned upside down and inside out!

In that locked room, followers gathered fearfully; they were lost.  Into their confused presence Jesus appeared and presented himself as this new resurrected self, transformed but contiguous, it seems, bearing scars of suffering.  He blessed them with peace and breathed upon them saying, ‘Receive a Holy Spirit.’ He commissioned them with a mission of reconciling forgiveness and love, proclaiming God’s gracious acceptance of all into this Realm of true love, forgiveness and peace – for all people, and the Earth.

There is always the accompanying fear, even terror, in the stories of resurrection because it challenges everything we hold to, what we know in our world and our view of life.  It isn’t enough to know about God or Jesus or Spirit.  We are called, invited, challenged into the way of life, of following this path of love, grace and justice.  It is a vulnerable and courageous way that will challenge our world and what is held dear!

By geoffstevenson

Out of the Darkness, Shines the Light of Love!

There will be many different things about Easter this year.  I have missed the annual ‘Stations of the Cross’ Art Exhibition and its provocative, challenging art that engages the story of Jesus as he journeys to death – and beyond.  Last year we were able to host a ‘Jazz at the Stations of the Cross’ evening at the exhibition.  It was a challenge that was deeply meaningful to me, sitting amidst the wonderful and engaging art whilst playing various Jazz numbers that attempted to reflect the mood and message of the works and the story.  There was something personally challenging and deeply meaningful to be able to explore the story of Jesus journey to death in music.  The moments of improvisation through the music was an opportunity to create my own response to the story provoked through the art.

The Stations of the Cross has always thrown up new ways of engaging Jesus’ story and entering into deep and challenging dialogue with artists and art, story and faith that always alters my perspective and speaks into life and death.  I will miss this annual pilgrimage and its provocation to enter the story in new and confronting ways.  I have wandered back through previous years and the art that has left me scratching my head or gasping in wonder.  I have sought to hear the familiar story anew and within the strange world we find ourselves in.

I also wandered through the last 8 chapters of Matthew’s story of Jesus today.  There is a plethora of material, diverse and strange.  Jesus entered the city, hailed as the would-be hero come to liberate the people.  He then turned the Temple upside down.  Two different actions aimed at the powers of his world – political and religious power and might controlling the lives of ordinary, struggling people.  He offered parables of the alternate (original) Kingdom or Reign, he called the Kingdom of God/Heaven.  Parables that challenged the powerbrokers and religious leaders, questioning their authority and how they missed the point.  The ‘in’ were out and the ‘out’ were in.  Those who should know and see God’s Reign all around them were blind to the truth through their lusting for power and control over people’s lives.  Those who were lowly and faithful, yearning for hope heard and saw and responded to the invitation of the Galilean Rabbi who proclaimed the Reign of God present for all to enter and experience.  Jesus was tested by the religious leaders and came out on top each time.  In one encounter the lawyer asked him what the greatest commandment was.  Without a flinch Jesus replied: ‘Love God with all your heart, soul and strength and love your neighbour as yourself.’  Do this and everything falls into place for this is the reality of God’s Reign – love!

There was the story of a wedding banquet provided by a King for his son, with everything organised and invitations sent out.  When all was ready, he sent his servants to gather the guests, but everyone had an excuse and couldn’t make it.  So, the angry King sent the servants out to invite anyone they could find – and they came.  There’s a sting in that tail but that’s for another time because the those expected to be first were last and the last, lowly and insignificant entered.  And that’s how it is with God’s Reign!

There is more preaching and other parables – the well-known ‘Sheep and the Goats’ that reverses the expectations of the faithful and ‘good’.  Those who enter God’s Reign are those who selflessly care and love others, giving food, water, and comfort.  This story flows from the Great Commandment and expresses love in action, the way of God’s Reign expressed in the world. As the Passover Week rolls on, the tension rises and there is increasing angst and opposition from those who have the most to lose.  The religious leaders plot to get rid of Jesus, whom they see as one who threatens the status quo and the balance of everything.  They are good people at heart, well mostly.  They are passionate but lost in power and belief systems that lead them away from love for God and neighbour.

At Jesus’ final meal they celebrate the Passover meal, a memorial that remembers the liberation of God’s people from slavery in Egypt many, many moons ago.  There is hope and promise in this story of liberation and one that speaks into their own reality of Roman oppression.  At the end of the meal Jesus offers bread broken as a sign of his body broken in love.  He passes the cup of wine around, inviting them to drink, a symbol of his blood shed for freedom and forgiveness of the world.  Confusing words for his followers and more confusing still was the interchange between Jesus and Judas and then with Peter – the former betraying and the latter denying.

A time in the Garden of Gethsemane was filled with pathos as Jesus poured out his pain and desperation in prayer, seeking deliverance from the ‘cup that I have to drink; not my will but yours be done.’ The agonising prayer falls on the puzzled ears of his friends, and the scene escalates when a crowd comes to arrest him.  Betrayal with a kiss, swords drawn, a brief confrontation and Jesus was led away.  The disciples fled in fear, but Peter followed at a distance, lingering in the courtyard around a fire whilst Jesus was tried in a Kangaroo Court inside.  In fear, anxiety and confusion Peter denies being Jesus’ disciple and it feels that Jesus is cut loose from everyone.  The one in whom the Reign of God is deeply manifest and who proclaims this rule of love in his life and being, is alone and the world’s powers and principalities circle and close in.  Religious and political power focuses its wrath upon Jesus, and he displays the vulnerability and love of God’s Reign.  His humility is not weak and wishy-washy, but strong and courageous.  He endures the madness, the suffering, his Passion, with faith, courage and strength.  He stands tall against the powers in complete trust in God’s love to never let him go.

The Stations of the Cross takes us on an annual journey on this walk of shame and suffering from sentencing to death and then into resurrection.  Jesus is flogged and carries his cross.  He staggers and stumbles and needs help from Simon the Cyrene, who carries the cross for him.  At Golgotha, the Place of the Skull, he is nailed to the cross and then lifted high into the sky, a symbol of Rome’s power and might.  It is a warning to anyone who would flaunt their power or challenge the powers – suffering and death awaits.

Death and burial conclude the story.  The powers of the world win and the disciples hide away, defeated and despairing.  They fear the world and grieve their loss, the loss of Jesus and everything they have hoped in – it is gone.  This, as far as it goes, is how we imagine the story.  It plays out day-in, day-out, in our world.  The powers flex their muscle and overwhelm the dissident or prophet.  They destroy those who live a life of deep and profound love, questioning the way of the world and proclaiming a different, more inclusive and merciful life for the world.

As people live out the reign of God they are initially welcomed and praised.  Acts of goodness and selflessness are celebrated, so long as they don’t go too far or expect the same of everyone.  When someone rises up and seeks a new way in the world, inspired perhaps by the story of Jesus, his life and being, they will eventually be taken down.  Such love and grace can’t be allowed to run freely and loosely in our world – the powers won’t allow it!  The Reign of God is too pure, too lovely, too real and too threatening to allow to go unchallenged.  The greedy and powerful will not allow it, whether they claim some faith or not – money and power speak louder than love.  The belief systems of power and privilege hold sway and the ordinary are overwhelmed, beaten into place or lulled into placid acquiescence, distracted by empty promises and addictive lives that thrive on superficial alternatives to the Love at the heart of everything!

And death, despair and alienation course through the collective veins of a world that in its deepest being yearns for something more, the vision of the Galilean Rabbi who proclaimed that the Reign of God was at hand.  The Covid-19 crisis has disrupted our lives and thrown us into a confused disequilibrium.  Everything is up for grabs as nothing we relied upon seems real or reliable and we don’t know how we will negotiate the new world we find ourselves in.

What will things look like, post-Covid-19, whenever that emerges?  How will we re-emerge and what will we hope for?  Will we seek to return everything to the way it was, even though we and the world is different?  Will we hope for a return to the status quo that was, the one that didn’t really serve us terribly well?  Will we listen and learn and live differently, with passion and hope and joy and openness to others in an inclusive just world?

In the darkness of the world after Jesus died, when grief and loss, fear and pain wrestled and whirled within the upper room and amongst the followers of Jesus, there was nothing.  It was hopeless and powerless despair.  Nothing could or would be the same again and they were utterly lost!  I wonder if we feel even a little of the confusion and despair rife in our world, an echo of every deep and dark moment of human (and earth) life?  What lay ahead?  How would they re-engage life?  How could they?

In the gentle pre-dawn light two of the ‘Mary’s’ went to the tomb where they lay Jesus to prepare his body for proper burial.  They were challenged by the stone that was laid across the tomb – how would they move it.  Matthew’s story contains an earthquake, angels and fearful guards who do a runner.  The stone was moved, and the tomb is declared empty – Jesus is not there, but back in Galilee and they are all to meet him there!  The women encounter this Risen Lord on their way back and are told not to fear but to tell the disciples!

This is an intrusion of the highest order into the lives of these people, indeed into the life of the world.  It defies rational thought and experience and turns everything upside down.  It doesn’t make sense and challenges the powers and principalities of the world.  The worst the world could do to Jesus could not destroy and overcome love.  Resurrection vindicates the proclamation and life of Jesus, that God’s Reign is here and wholly available to all.  This Reign is a revolution of love that turns everything upside down, changes everything and transforms the darkness of despair into hope.  The hope is that nothing can separate us from the love of God, a love that transcends time and space and is the fundamental and essential love at the heart of everything.

The Reign of God permeates our world and touches our lives in the wondrous and awe-filled moments, through the beautiful melody, moving story, the extraordinary diversity of life and the Earth’s features, an infinite universe beyond, and the sacred moments of life.  God is present in and around and beyond these experiences and the love that binds everything into a relational web of being.  This Reign is at hand and is an open door to the future.

By geoffstevenson

Who Do You Sing, Dance and Cheer For?

I wandered into the stadium, a wonderland of colours – black, red and white – a field of dreams before me and the hopeful contenders going through the warm-up processes on the carpet of green.  With trumpet and drum and voice they bid me sing; ‘Who do you sing for?  Who do you sing for?’  Who do I sing for?  This team or that – the one they’ve come to see or the one who wants to ruin the dream?  Who do I sing for and what is my song?  Is it the ‘forever’ song that commits me to these colours through thick or thin, for better or for worse, perhaps?  In the end I sang along and it was fun – to be part of the group, bound by the colours, the song and camaraderie.  Of course, winning the game!

Who will you sing for, with that song that runs deep through your being?  Who will you sing for with the song of your heart?  What is your yearning and which is the song that you will sing?  Can you hear that song, deep and rich, in a world of noise reverberating around you?  Can you hear a song, pure and clear, of justice and peace – a love song that echoes through the wind and the trees and holds birds afloat?  Who will you sing for when the parade comes to town and there appears an unusual choice?

The journey takes Jesus and the followers to the Olive Mount and the Eastern Gate to Jerusalem, through which he will pass.  But first he gets on the donkey, with its foal, and sets off on his ride.  Towards the city he goes and the crowd understands.  They salute him with branches and sing him their song – their Song!  Who do you sing for?  It is him!  It is him!  ‘Have mercy, Son of David, save us!’  Save them?  Save them from what?  The sin of which we speak so freely in such confusing manner?  Save them from life that happens all round, the harsh despair they feel in their bones?  Save them from despots who rule in the city and take what they want leaving them poor and bereft?  What is this salvation cry, sung to the rabbi on a gentle donkey?  What will he do, this Davidic son, so unlike the one they hope he will be?  Will he rise up with sword and spear, leading an army so powerful to bring fear to the enemy heart in Rome?  Will he conquer all in his wake and free our small tribe?  With his donkey and palms, that’s a far, far cry!

Wait a moment, though, what is the choice?  Who else can we sing for in this solitary parade?  Well across the city in the wide open gates there is another parade, one of royalty and pomp.  Who is that who comes into this city street?  Who is that behind the Roman troupes, soldiers adorned and on parade, a symbol of power, glory and might?  Who sits astride that large war stallion and comes in power to own the city?  It’s Pilate, the Governor, the man of Rome.  He rides in power, a great show of strength and demands the allegiance of citizens all.  He wants good behaviour at this festival time, a Passover Feast, celebrating God’s great deliverance from bondage and strife!  O the irony – celebrating deliverance from bondage and new freedom under God, before the man of Rome, who holds them bound??!!

So, who will you sing for, there’s now a choice?  Will you sing for God’s Reign or that of Rome?  Will you make a loud noise for the way of God – on a donkey, with rags and palms?  Or, will you put your hand in with Rome; go with power and strength – the armies and weapons that hold the status quo?  The safe option, of course, is to stand with the strength.  They’ll protect you (well, not kill you) and while it may not get better, it shouldn’t get worse.  Who will you sing for?

More than that, what is the song you sing?  Is it a song of passion to change the world, a song filled with language Divine and rapturous melody harmonised in major 7th’s and 6th’s and 9th’s, dissonant and resolving or a cacophonous dissonance left hanging?  Is it a song to sing in your heart to free you from fear and lead you down deep where the sacred presides?  Or do you sing in a fanatical way, obsessed with some truth you need to convey to those out there who need to get in but won’t listen, won’t hear, ‘because of their sin’?  Is the song you sing one that touches your heart or are you leaping on the bandwagon, possessed of the moment, caught up in the fun – a man on a donkey who rides by as people wave and sing?  What do you think?  Is this a clown entertaining the downtrodden crowds, giving some distraction in the midst of hard life?  Is Jesus a fool on the hill who won’t hear the truth and persists in his comedic pursuit of the Reign of God?  It’s an important question we ask as we sing – the song and the content and the author won’t fade away.  Like the ghosts of Christmas he invades our times, nudging our conscience and feeding us lines of wisdom, that confuse our world-weary ways, turning worlds upside down so the bottom is up and the top is down.

His song, echoed on voices passionate or naïve, is a death-life song that carries him onwards and downwards on this lampooning ride to take it to Caesar and Pilate and those who collaborate in the Temple space.  It’s a song of justice, a vulnerable love-shrouded cry into an unhearing world that kills the prophets and laughs into the face of those who protest the wrongs that abound.  It’s un-Australian they’ll cry! – ‘Unpatriotic’, ‘political correctness gone mad’, ‘tree hugging, latte-sipping, chardonnay-swilling, ABC-listening’ and everything else that sets someone apart as a loopy fool on the hill following the lonely one into the Holy City, singing for love, for justice and compassion in an inhospitable world.  They’ll take it to widows and orphans, single mums and their kids, the unemployed who feel lost, the hopelessly addicted, the despairing and vulnerable seeking asylum and refuge, the migrant wrestling with this confusing tongue and a cultural milieu still finding its voice.  They’ll lampoon the older inhabitants here and shake their heads at the shame of their race and anyone different who raises a voice will be laughed out of town or ‘burned at a stake’.

Can you see that the songs merge and conspire and modulate as through a symphony where the theme undergoes transposition and variation?  Can you hear the song challenged by tunes and lyrics, imposed from above, from powers that darken and avoid the light-soaked melody?  Can you make out the melody in the world today, a faint hum that you need to incline towards with intention?  There are many songs with wonderful words that are Divine-infused because the singer has heard the faint humming sound and listened deep within to a Spirit of melody, the poet-laureate of universe heart.  Who will you sing for?  What song will you sing?  Will you allow the song to get into you, deep and rich, raw and profound?

The Reign of God reverberates through everything around us if we have ears to hear and eyes to see, if we open ourselves to a voice and world beyond us, beyond ourselves and our small interior world.  God’s Reign permeates all things and is grounded in love and grace, free for all and hold everything deeply and gently – even in this troubled time.

By geoffstevenson