Friday, May 30, 2025

Poem: Let Your Flowers Show

Let Your Flowers Show

Upon these pages strange tales I tell
Of one returning to the north from sun
Endlessly burning the earth to only sand
There in the heat I did sojourn at rest
From the relentless northern snows only
To climb those southern hills to find more snow.
Caught in a quandary of homesickness there
I climbed from the low desert heat to the 
Hills covered in snow and rested in sun
On snowbanks cold. It was there that I found 
A restlessness in my soul so that I
Could not shake wanting to be somewhere else
No matter where I roamed. There cactus grows
Slowly, contemplating rain, satisfied
With only a few drops now and then to 
Quench their thirst and they give thanks with flowers
Maybe once ev’ry other year, toiling
Slowly in desert sun, thankful for
Drops that seldom come from the sky above.
And me? I travel far and wide looking
Always for more, be it water, sun or
Storm. So there on high mountain top in snow
I came to know that while I still may roam
It’s not where I go or where I have been
But what is within that I do know.
For even in desert I can find snow,
And in forests of rain I can be dry
But it’s peace that’s within that will make me
Grow with weathering time and people dear
To me that I can let my flowers show.

April 2023

About This Poem
I was looking at pictures from a trip to Palm Springs and combining thoughts of restlessness with the knowledge that I just need to be content wherever I am. Typically I am content, but sometimes we all get a little stir crazy and need to be reminded to stay grateful and content. That's probably where this came from, but I don't fully remember what caused me to write this particular sentiment. The photo is a blooming cactus from that Palm Springs trip. 


 

Thursday, May 29, 2025

Sermon From Grace Community Church, Potlatch, Idaho, May 18, 2025


Sermon for May 18, 2025

            Today is the fifth Sunday of Easter. Jesus is risen. (He is Risen Indeed) In today’s Gospel reading, he told us how we are to behave by giving a new commandment to love one another just like he loves us. This reading is before the crucifixion, stressing his new commandment of loving one another as he loved us. He is about to completely blow the collective minds of mankind by defeating death, but first he tells us to love one another just as he loves us. Pretty tall order, far beyond what the disciples could understand at that point. But he had to tell them so they could begin understanding as everything unfolded.  If we check our love meter as the church in 2025 I’m not sure we are loving each other as he loved us. I’m not going to tell you anything new today, but just make a reminder so we do check our love meter as a church and as individuals. We still seem to think we can put parameters on who and how we love. That’s not how Jesus loves us. He loves us completely, with all our sins and faults so we need to love others in that same way. That’s pretty radical, impartial love.  Love without favoritism.

All right. Before I get ahead of myself, let’s look at the context of today’s Gospel reading. It starts with “31 When he was gone, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man is glorified and God is glorified in him. 32 If God is glorified in him,[a] God will glorify the Son in himself, and will glorify him at once.” The “he was gone” guy in verse 31 is Judas. Jesus had just told Judas in verse 27 “’What you are about to do, do quickly.’ 28 But no one at the meal understood why Jesus said this to him. 29 Since Judas had charge of the money, some thought Jesus was telling him to buy what was needed for the festival, or to give something to the poor. 30 As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night.” Jesus knew Judas was about to betray him and he was ready to get it over with. Remember, Jesus is fully human and fully God so he knew, better than Judas, what was about to happen, but he was also fully prepared for it to happen. It’s hard to imagine having that sort of physical exhaustion along with that sort of foreknowledge. If you think about it, it should give cause to really love that guy. His love toward us is simply unreal.

From the Psalm, vs. 5: Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for at his command they were created,
and he established them for ever and ever—
    he issued a decree that will never pass away.

His love wasn’t just in that moment extended to his disciples and Judas, but to all of us: a decree that will never pass away. He knew what was coming, the brutality of his own death, yet he also knew that that would not conquer him. It was in a way (a very small way) like what I go through when I do these sermons: I feel like doing anything else, but knowing I’ll get through it just fine. While I really love having written, I’m not a big fan of the writing part. I’ve heard a lot of writers say that. And I’m sure Jesus would have rather not have had to go through the crucifixion as a man, but as the son of God, he wanted to do it for all of us. Again, simply unreal, his love for us. And I whine about little medical procedures like getting shots in my eye! Sometimes we really lack perspective.

And just a quick side note about Judas. I really think Jesus loved him just as fully as he loves all of us and the rest of his disciples. He didn’t just choose him to be a disciple for nothing. He knew Judas for who he was, yet he still loved him. He still died for him. What happened had to happen for his love to fully extend to all of us in its eternal way. I know some people like to think of Judas as worse than Satan but I can’t really think of him like that. We already know how he ended up feeling about it all, committing suicide. It’s part of the anguish of the entire story: radical love extended to every one of us, but we don’t all accept it.

Do you ever wonder why God would love us enough to actually become human and die a human death to free us from our own death to live forever? What a crazy gift that is. But he created us in his image and loved us from the very beginning, endowing us with intelligence and creativity, interacting with us in the most miraculous of ways unlike any other part of his creation. We are a little more special to him than that bookshelf you might have made for your spouse, or that pot you might have really enjoyed making. He created us with the ability to interact with him, to talk to him. We weren’t made to collect dust while moldering books sit on our shelves or to accidentally be shattered into pieces. Even when those sorts of things do happen to us—yes, some of us have been shattered, some of us might feel as we’d been forgotten with the old books and dust—he is still there, picking us up, dusting us off, putting us back together just for the asking. He really does love us. We are his beloved creation and we need to recognize that in every other person and every other part of His creation. But, as we all know, we don’t always do that. Sin has corrupted us, no doubt. He’s also taken care of that.

Let’s take a look at the reading from Revelation, what He revealed to John, and through John to us:

21 Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,”[a] for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’[b] or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

He said to me: “It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life.

There it is. The restoration of the broken pot, the rebuilding of the old book case. A new heaven and new earth for us. This is our hope and our faith. It is not an excuse to resign ourselves to the way things are now and just having something to look forward to. We are here right now, alive because of Him, our creator. The shackles of our sin have been removed and we are called to bring everyone into His radical, extravagant love. The love that is with us right now, right here, not in reserve for the new heaven and earth, but right here and now.

Look at how he revealed that to Peter, the rock of our church, a pretty orthodox Jew who spread the good news, the gospel, to we gentiles. From Acts 11: The apostles and the believers throughout Judea heard that the Gentiles also had received the word of God. So when Peter went up to Jerusalem, the circumcised believers criticized him and said, “You went into the house of uncircumcised men and ate with them.”

Starting from the beginning, Peter told them the whole story: “I was in the city of Joppa praying, and in a trance I saw a vision. I saw something like a large sheet being let down from heaven by its four corners, and it came down to where I was. I looked into it and saw four-footed animals of the earth, wild beasts, reptiles and birds. Then I heard a voice telling me, ‘Get up, Peter. Kill and eat.’

“I replied, ‘Surely not, Lord! Nothing impure or unclean has ever entered my mouth.’

“The voice spoke from heaven a second time, ‘Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.’ 10 This happened three times, and then it was all pulled up to heaven again.

11 “Right then three men who had been sent to me from Caesarea stopped at the house where I was staying. 12 The Spirit told me to have no hesitation about going with them. These six brothers also went with me, and we entered the man’s house. 13 He told us how he had seen an angel appear in his house and say, ‘Send to Joppa for Simon who is called Peter. 14 He will bring you a message through which you and all your household will be saved.’

15 “As I began to speak, the Holy Spirit came on them as he had come on us at the beginning. 16 Then I remembered what the Lord had said: ‘John baptized with[a] water, but you will be baptized with[b] the Holy Spirit.’ 17 So if God gave them the same gift he gave us who believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I to think that I could stand in God’s way?”

18 When they heard this, they had no further objections and praised God, saying, “So then, even to Gentiles God has granted repentance that leads to life.”

We know that Peter always had an exuberant spirit for Jesus, but he also wavered in a big way when it came time to stand up for Jesus, even denying he knew Him, not once, but three times. Peter had put up his religious parameters on how to live, certainly to eat nothing unclean like the gentiles. But God made it very clear: “Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.” And guess how many times this happened? Three! We are Peter. We are the church, and we sometimes think we know enough about people to know they are “unclean.” Thankfully, God is gentle and willing to repeat Himself to us. And who did he die for? Not just Jews. Not just Christians. (There were no “Christians” in the sense that there are now.) He died for all who have sinned. All of us. Jew, gentile, Asian, American, European, African, men, women, gay, straight, married, divorced. All of us. We’re all impure but He has made us clean. Remember Peter? Do not call anything impure that God has made clean. This is the radical, impartial, perfect love of God for all of us. No parameters.

And that brings me right back to Jesus, just after Judas had gone: 34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.

And remember what I said about us being Peter and that we are the church? We are the body of Christ, our Lord. We may not be made perfect yet, but we have a new commandment to love one another. That’s how we spread the gospel, not by coming to church by itself, or any other thing that we do, except loving one another.

It sounds so simple, but I’m not going to lie. I really struggle these days with some Christians, and I have no doubt they struggle with me. I can’t believe, for instance, that the public school system is “grooming” children with inappropriate library books, or indoctrinating them with critical race theory, and Christians that say those kinds of things can really get under my skin. But I hope I’m getting better about defending the profession from which I’ve retired while still loving the people that say those kinds of things. I don’t want to break fellowship or friendships over falsehoods. I believe in radical love, and sometimes I believe in bleeding tongues from biting them as much as I believe in tongues of fire.

I know we all have our little irritations with our brothers and sister, but if Jesus can love me, I need to show my brothers and sisters grace and forgiveness and love. That doesn’t have to mean being completely silent because part of love includes dispelling lies and separating them from truth. It also involves recognizing that we all still walk in our own shadows of doubt and ignorance. It probably comes as no surprise to any of you that a retired school teacher believes that part of loving includes seeking truth through research and knowledge. I sometimes think the New Heaven is going to be a huge library (with large print books, or these eyes made perfect) and the New Earth is going to be beautiful temperate forests with perfect hiking trails. (I could never make sense of streets of gold…)

While it may seem like I’m getting off track, my point is that the new commandment is not exclusive, even while we all have our little quirks that can easily clash with others. Some people would not want to go to a heaven with libraries at all and others might want a new earth to be completely tropical. Should we not love those people because of that? Of course, we should. We are called to love everyone and our love will let others know we are Christians. It’s not our list of rules that spreads the good news of the gospel, it is our love. That’s the good news anyway: radical, impartial love. The love that comes from our God, the one who saves us from ourselves. Just as He loves us, we are called to love His creation, the creation that He died for, the creation that His death through the resurrection has purified. “As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” These are the words of our Lord. The perfectly radical, impartial love of our Lord. Jesus is Risen. (He is risen indeed.)

Amen.

 





 

Monday, May 12, 2025

Poem: From Where does Poetic Inspiration Come?


From Where does Poetic Inspiration Come?

So here I sit feeling scholarly
While reading the poems of Coleridge
Thinking they’ll inspire me to write
Something worth your while to read
But his inspiration is so removed
From my life and thus, probably, yours.
How much do I know about an albatross
When I live in a land locked town?
And a medieval tale of Christabel
Who feels abandoned by her father
As he cares for the daughter of his friend
Who was apparently raped by ruffians?
The romance of these tales 
Is so removed from my life here
That inspiration to write
Seems little by you to be desired,
Yet here I sit and with my pen
Writing of nothing but how all
Seems dull and old, yet day
Has itself renewed while water
And dust remain the same.
Somehow the combinations of all
Seem to inspire, perhaps divinely,
The renewal of each new day
So that none is ever the same
Though seasons come and go
In their own plain way
And Coleridge seemed to speak
Of renewal on the sea
And nature supernaturally reviving
Even while poor old Christabel
Seems to have grown tired of Geraldine
And I probably did too
So poor old Samuel can’t inspire
If I grow old and lack desire
To find the renewal in new day.
No doubt, it’s true, I have to see
In each day what’s new
And not beleaguer STC
With needing me to inspire.
How can he, if it’s not my desire
to pull the poetry from his grave
Telling tales of days gone away
When my day is born anew?
And yet, it is true
That I love that old guy
And his friend, Wordsworth, too
Because, in fact, they really do
Inspire me to write
Every day, even if it’s dull.
That this is dull is more my lack
Of remembering some deep emotion
From my life while I sit and write
And read their poems. I have to seek
The things in my life that mean 
So much, or at least they did.
It’s of those things I should write
Because that’s what Wordsworth said…

March 2023

About This Poem

This one is about how many times I taught a poem or author and had an outcry of boredom. Kids aren't alone in that. I read a lot of poetry that doesn't strike my fancy, or I just don't get it. And because of that I move on. Life is to short for bad books and bad poetry. The same goes for writing poetry. Sometimes you just can't do it because there is nothing you feel inspired to wax poetic about. I stand by Wordsworth's comment that poetry is intense emotion recollected in solitude. That probably explains why kids don't get into it as much. Granted, most of their emotions are intense because it's the first time they've had them. But emotions are very singular for an individual and getting that intensity across to others effectively is not easy. As you age more poems make sense. That doesn't make them good, but at least you get them. That's what I'm trying to get at in this poem. 

The picture is of an albatross in Hawaii because "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Coleridge has an albatross central to its storyline. And it also answers the question I posed in the poem about how much I know about the albatross. (Now I know a bit, but nothing when I first read the poem some 40-50 years ago.)
 

Thursday, May 8, 2025

Poem: Rancho Mirage, California


Rancho Mirage, California

Not exactly Palm Springs, but almost.
I sit at this little table outside
On a balcony overlooking a fountain,
An occasional fly buzzes about 
Me as the heat of the afternoon now
Begins to settle into the spring of
The Mojave Desert. We’ve come here to leave
The northern cold of home for a little
While since winter was brutal this year.
It’s good to be able to do that now
As I begin to grow old and don’t have
To work anymore. There is a strangeness
To it, this retirement. I could still 
Work but I don’t have to and I guess I
Don’t really want to. Seeing places I’ve
Never been to, taking runs far away
From home then returning to familiar
Can bring a sense of accomplishment and
A feeling of getting old while knowing
There won’t be much left of me for my kids
Just as I know there’s not much time left of 
My parents. It seems like I have to see
All I can before there’s nothing left of 
Me. And that, you see, can be a little
Bit of melancholia that we all have.
Some of us are plagued by it just a bit
More even while we experience joy
Beside fountained ponds in the afternoon
Settling heat of the Mojave ‘neath
Palm trees under blue skies near snow capped hills.

April 2023

About This Poem

This is just a reflection I felt (and sometimes feel) as a retired person. I was vacationing in the Coachella Valley of California with my wife's brother and his wife. We had a great time, but the sense of being in waiting for the grave sometimes just hits. This poem is about that. The picture is from exactly where I describe in the poem, minus the fountain.