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Poem: BLEEDING OUT

This is how the rich abandon the poor

we forget them because we can, over and

over again

Don’t you see?

 

This is how the poor stay voiceless

common slaves to our dictates, they cannot

hold us to account

Do you see?

 

This is how the poor die young

victims of the impunity that pays

cops for their blood

Have you seen?

 

The blood, blood

on the street

it cries out

Even if you don’t

 

 

 

 

First published in Collective Unrest: http://collectiveunrest.com/2019/04/10/bleeding-out/

 

Massacre

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The hatred tree, wherever we find it, ultimately produces its hatred fruit. 

Seeds of hate, incubated in hearts and minds, eventually lead to deeds of hate.

Though there is such a thing as righteous anger, let us not be deceived by that which parades itself as righteous hate. It makes us feel so right, but it could not be more wrong.

Hate is hate is hate. It poisons and blinds.

As Martin Luther King Jr. said, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

Advent: Love

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Love us. Don’t pity us.

 

“Love us. Don’t pity us.”

 

These words were spoken by a dear friend of mine, representing hundreds, if not thousands, of Filipinos forced to scavenge through the trash of Manila, simply for survival.

 

Because Love is all about respect. Take the respect away, all you really have left is condescension, a.k.a. patronizing superiority. (However, sweetly dressed it is.)

 

And Love liberates. Pity and patronage doesn’t.

If I love you, I will seek your best, whatever that may mean.

If I pity you, I may well enslave you, and use your suffering to polish up my own reputation.

 

Divine Love, Divine Respect

 

God’s Love for us has NOTHING to do with condescension!

The Almighty Creator of the Universe respects us, has due regard for us.

… Quite honestly, I can hardly get my head around this. But that is the conclusion I must come to, because Divine Love is True Love.

 

Perhaps one of the closest ‘parallels’ is the love of a father for his child. However misguided a little boy’s thoughts and actions may be, a good father respects his son’s perspectives, and knows how to lead him back on the right path without bulldozing over the youngster’s will.

 

The Love of God does not diminish us.

 

Hard reality

 

The Christmas Story: Not necessarily having the respect of those around us is a hard fact of life. Mary knows that. She is pregnant, and not married.

But in the midst of public misunderstanding, even condemnation, she is secure in the Love of God.

 

And sometimes it isn’t even the judgement of others that is the sneakiest of thieves, snatching away at our sense of being loved:

Sometime it is self-condemnation,

sometimes we are our own worst enemy.

 

Also here – Love is the answer to the lack of it.

 

“… let’s not just talk about love; let’s practice real love. This is the only way we’ll know we’re living truly, living in God’s reality. It’s also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves.”

1 John 3:18-20

God’s Love is the very breath of life.

And basically the answer to everything.

 

Love liberation

 

This Advent may we know the Love of God that sets us free.

Freedom from fear of the opinions of others.

Freedom from self-condemnation.

Freedom to truly Love our fellow humans,

not pity them.

 

 

First shared with Church Simplified, Manila: https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/

 

 

 

 

Advent: Joy

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Looking in the wrong place?

 

Joy can have a bad reputation, can’t it. It’s notoriously elusive. Like a morning mist, the moment the sun comes up, it’s gone. Shine the spotlight on it, and we’re empty-handed.

 

But, if we are looking, maybe we’re looking in the wrong place.

Maybe quintessential Joy isn’t even the thing we think it is…

 

We’re not talking here about the mob-ecstasy-experience when shouting or singing our throats raw at a sports, music, church event with 500 or 500,000 others.

Nor, for that matter, the simpler pleasures of, say, great coffee or a good massage.

Not even the exhilaration of conquering a mountain or a relationship.

 

No, this Joy has all the sophistication and subtlety of the divine.

Because it is.

And, because of its divinity, we may miss it.

(Though it can also come as the in-your-face revelation of a God-intervention.)

 

Instantly recognized or not, this Joy is a very different creature from its distant relatives.

 

Joy tracking

 

Clues to its identity…

 

It takes exquisite delight in good coming to another.

It thrills when spotting the traces of God’s fingers working in human existence, or the extravagance of ingenuity, beauty and diversity in His Creation.

 

It’s in the smile behind a boy’s smile: seeing the rescued dog relish her newfound safety.

In the sigh beneath a woman’s sigh: watching the adopted child relax into his belovedness.

 

Joy is free of all bonds to please self, it is free to fully cherish the other.

 

Love connection

 

I believe God wants us to know this Joy, His Joy.

And His Joy has everything to do with His love and friendship.

Jesus says:

 

“I’ve told you these things for a purpose: that my joy might be your joy, and your joy wholly mature. This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you. This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends. You are my friends when you do the things I command you. I’m no longer calling you servants because servants don’t understand what their master is thinking and planning. No, I’ve named you friends because I’ve let you in on everything I’ve heard from the Father.”

John 15:11-15; The Message

 

One gorgeous detail

 

The Christmas story: It’s a story so well-known, but we may miss an essential, gorgeous detail:

 

The yet unborn John leaps for Joy in Elizabeth’s womb – “skipped like a lamb for sheer joy”– when his mother hears the greeting of Mary, who is pregnant with the Saviour of the world. And the Joy is utterly infectious, for John’s mother “sang out exuberantly,… ‘Blessed woman, who believed what God said, believed every word would come true!’”

 

This Advent season may we also be gloriously infected, anticipating with Joy the meaning of Christ’s coming!

 

 

 

First shared with Church Simplified, Manila: https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Advent: Hope

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Nothing to do with wishful thinking

 

Let’s look at something called Hope.

(Tagalog’s pag-asa, rather than sana.)

 

This Hope is solid, active, alive, organic, dynamic, growing.

Like a tree.*

 

It has nothing to do with wishful thinking, wistful longing, or mental gymnastics around undoable dreams.

 

It is a profound anticipation of good. An alert expectancy.

 

Two intriguing aspects of this Hope:

It often comes in unexpected ways.

It shines all the brighter in times of darkness.

 

Celebrities among us

 

The last couple of years have included some high highs and low lows, both personally and with the work of Young Focus (www.youngfocus.org).

In the midst of some of the most stressful months of our lives, Paul and I have also seen some wonderfully inspiring moments at Young Focus, when the Philippines’ currently most famous Beauty Queen and most celebrated Mixed Martial Arts athletes have walked among us, spending time with staff, students and parents, talking, listening, encouraging.

 

But if we strip away the glory of fame, fortune and success, there’s a bigger meaning here…

 

Not forgotten

 

For the families living in this most reviled corner of the city, the message is simple:

You are not forgotten.

 

Is this not, in its essence, what the human heart most longs to know:

I am not forgotten.

 

Advent: Stripping away His glory, God comes. Is this not also, in its essence, the core of our Hope: God among us.

We are not forgotten.

 

 “With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture…

None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.”

Romans 8:31-39; The Message

 

Hope’s challenge

 

And this Hope is not only about bringing US the comfort and certainty of being loved. This Hope is also for THEM. It is to be shared.

 

Henri Nouwen put the challenge so well:

 

Hope prevents us from clinging to what we have and frees us to move away from the safe place and enter unknown and fearful territory.”

 

Hope is to make us brave!

 

So, be brave

Be free

Be Hope-filled!

 

 

First shared with Church Simplified, Manila: https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/

 

 

* Romans 15:3-13

 

Advent: Faithfulness

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Wedding song

Back in 1923, at the age of 57, the American poet and songwriter Thomas Chisholm penned the following words:

“Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee,
Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not,
As Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!”

 This went on to become one of the world’s favourite hymns, including Paul’s and mine. As with undoubtedly many other couples, we sang this on our wedding day – proclaiming together with family and friends, “Great is Thy faithfulness”.

Buried dread

I thought I had already figured it out, at least logically in my head: God was, is, and forever will be 100% trustworthy.

And yet, and yet… 31 years later, looking back on that wedding day, I now know there was a secret fear within me; a fear so hidden, it was hidden beyond consciousness.

And I was to only first recognize it once it had gone.

It was a fear of failure, to be more specific, a failure in my faith. The buried dread was that, if a crisis struck, I would collapse like a house of cards. My faith in God would simply not be strong enough.

When crisis hit

When a crisis actually hit, the truth was to be so liberating: Making it through to the other side of personal catastrophe has nothing to do with our strength and EVERYTHING to do with God’s; with HIS love, HIS faithfulness. And, for me, with this realization came a deep release from fear of failure, and fear of the future.

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The Messiah stepping into human history is God’s initiative: it has nothing to do with our capabilities, and everything to do with HIS. It is The Supreme Divine Act of grace, of love, of faithfulness.

This Advent season may we walk into more freedom from fear.

Because His faithfulness is the bedrock of our faith. Not the other way round.

 

First shared with Church Simplified, Manila: https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/

Who She Is

Listening to the internal tide

Her mattress an echo chamber crackling

Rippling out in a thousand creaks

Mimicking the catching of her lungs

 

Fabric of time trips up

Streams forward then

Slips sideways

 

A rolling fuselage

Across abandoned plains

Whistling grass in

A forgotten runway

 

Tortured hysteria as

Child ripped from breast

Wail tearing skies

Anguish trained refined focused

 

To soldering blue flame

 

 

First published in Pulp Poets Press: 

https://pulppoetspress.com/who-she-is-by-ann