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Eric's Sunday Sermon; God’s Love and Our Connectivity
My Kids and I Like Rocks
Maybe God Does His Best
There is a space in time that we reach with others when we love. Perhaps we move in a modality different than without love. Do we turn love on and off? I wonder if a prayer done in grief is as effective as a prayer done in love. If I pray for mom who has lost dad to have an abundance of love rather than for her to feel better; is that a better prayer?
Be cool here and not all religionist on me. Prayer is a mental consideration. An intention. Perhaps a supplication but more rightly an application. An application for the job of love. I file my application and hope and/or believe that I got the job of loving more and more correctly. Other prayers are really good for you like mantras and the Rosary. But really they are just good for you and so lack the intercession of love for your center of attention. Maybe we like to say intercession or even interpretation or interception.
My young son for some reason grasped the word logic. At seven the only way to teach him is if A =B then B=A. Which in fact could be false given context. So we move to our faith and yours may be different. Jesus loves all people therefore all people are loved. Some will tell you only those that do xy&z are loved but that is truly not logical in a theological space of reference. As God cannot be restrained.
OK I get it, this is theocratic mumbo jumbo. But my peoples know me and the garbage above is setting the stage. And yes in the end the curtain calls may reach you more vividly than the train of thought. Perhaps my performance is far less important than the group hug when the drama has been completed. Something we should all consider in our daily lives. Because isn’t the joint experience more important as a group than the danged play.
Do Not Get Me Wrong. I Do Not Like To Wash Out My Wounds. War Sucks. But Sometimes I Have To Someone Who Stands Up.
My Elder Son Writes Songs on the Beach and River Banks.
I Reckon That My Life and Right to Write is Something I Could Never Repay.
I have this super awesome family both of origin and of my origin if you get that drift. Marrying is a term used in the restaurant business. It normally is used regarding adding ketchup to the ketchup already on the table. (kind of illegal as you can imagine the bacteria that cumulates by leaving the old ketchup although marrying old chili to new makes a much better chili and it gets recooked) So marrying as I see it includes the not so clean acceptance of your spouse’s family as your own. And that makes my family huge. And that makes my circle of familiar love huge. Uncle Brian may be a jerk but he is my jerk so I love him. Brother Dan wrote me that there are no good brothers or bad brothers there are simply brothers. I reckon the same holds true of all family.
So this deal as God is love really starts to hit home as the need to seek the love and not the division. My biggest sin is division and pride fullness or vainglory. I sometimes let the smallest of slights create a tunnel vision of negativism. Good folk tell me that that is normal. And so we move toward love. Perhaps we should all take a pledge not to be normal.
If you can believe or even relate sometimes I wake up in hate. I do not get it. Maybe an unresolved issue. Maybe a resentment from the day before open in that dream state but sticking with me.
Could it be that we need to spend some time every morning, not just at night before sleep, releasing our angst? Should it and could it be that I write to rid myself of poison just as some would fast? We call it spiritual detoxing? I need it. As my cup is half full with water and yet half full with air, it is incumbent upon me to listen to love and fill both portions with love even if it means draining my soul.
My boy and I play riddles and knock knock jokes. “What is black and white and read all over?” Of course the read sounds more like red and hence the fun. Orange, Orange who? Oarn’t you glad I did not say orange again? We mock communication thought to be held in language. But the hugs and kisses first thing every morning and night tell a real story of love.
Please hold the hand of a 90 year old and of a 4 year old, today. Truth be told that is why I like going to church mainly. I just enjoy singing so much and I like the take of the preacher man as interesting. But my boy and I love to hug the funny blue haired ladies and the little children. I hope that is not weird. Perhaps I should rethink that notion. Then again no freaking way.
My Buddy Went Off to Be a Medic in Vietnam. He Never Came Back Even Though He Did
Have You Ever Felt Like You Do Not Deserve?
Peace And Love Be Upon You.
I have come a long way and I hope you have to. It is that space where we find ourselves not needing love. The cup’s contents are just given and the cup fills again with love. Like waves and tides of the sea. No matter what, the contents must be given out and nourish another. Or the substance becomes rancid. I sure wish I was perfect on this with my neighbor but he is a jerk. So I hate it but pray for him twice a day. Sometimes a stream hits a natural dam. The water backs up behind it and the lack of flow makes the water not so good. We must let our love flow free in order for it to stay clean and pure. Yet pests need stagnant water to survive and we need pests. I guess Mother Nature is teaching us balance.
Can love exist without another? Nope. We are called upon and demanded to love others. Wouldn’t it be funny if we could just love? Sorry but the cup of love does not work that way or accept loving ourselves as good enough to be a part of God’s love.
God is love, and if you choose to, you are love. Knock off the pursuit of purity and perfection. Maybe angels do that and I named my youngest so after an angel that is my favorite – Gabriel. He seems to rock and roll in good. But what the heck so do my eldest children. I do not think I taught them that. Maybe osmosis and I hope so.
For this wonderful day I am going to go and drown myself. Yes I am going to die. I am going to let the waters flow so fully over me that I am lost. Yet reborn so alive. This is metaphoric. And yet true. My children through love today will wash away my wrongs and bring me back more pure. Please let your children do the same. Or maybe just let me do it. Let me know.