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Of course that’s next
week’s celebration. On this Sunday, one week before, we might contemplate what may
have been going on in the minds of those who would gather together in
expectation of this mystery.
The Holy Spirit is
the third entity of our Trinitarian God. We pray for the grace of the Holy
Spirit to come into us—for example to assist us in our speech when we express
ourselves, similar to the Apostles who instantly began speaking in tongues on
this first occasion.
For a human sinner to
“walk in grace,” however, is much more than being delighted when words of
wisdom come out of one’s mouth. Of course that is a beautiful thing in and of
itself. But I’d venture to say that this is only one benefit that accrues from the
nuances of grace coming into and upon you.
The concept of the grace
of God conjures up thoughts that are mighty, pure, free from the taint and
contamination of contrivance, pretension, and affectation. Grace shines as the
power of truth, goodness, beauty! And one who is in the possession of sacred grace
walks in holiness and, I suppose, as near to perfection as is possible in this
world.
All ye who worship
the Good Lord seek to emulate the actions and words of Jesus (Yeshua) the
Christ, as He is exemplified in the Gospels. The historical Jesus was and is
the idyllic role model for human beings, and asking for the gift of grace via
the Holy Spirit is to humbly desire to “walk in his sandals”—to ask for the
gift of being supernaturally assisted directly by God in our daily lives; to
live lives that are real, lives of deep faith, hope and charity.
Pentecost celebrates the
birth of the nascent church, of inspirational leaders who take the Word of God to
others through the sacrality of their words and actions as inspired by the
grace of the Holy Spirit that lives in them and through them.
We look with pleasure
upon this event as the fulfillment of Scripture and the enduring promise of being
able still to utilize God’s powerful
grace to ennoble our humanity. Yes, the Holy Spirit is like a living
consciousness we can tap into if worthy and willing to serve our Creator in a
more profound way. By so doing we extend grace to others. Yes, Pentecost epitomizes
what it means to be Christ-like, to aspire to a moral life in harmony with
Divine Will.
It’s truly…a beautiful thing.
Notwithstanding our advanced “intellect,” we humans—regardess of IQs, “education,” or professional accomplishments—remain social animals by nature. In this respect, we are very similar in our core impulses to cows, sheep, lemmings, fish or birds. It is the peer approved validation of our opinions—even more so than the original and deafening blare of the Four Horns of Bullshit which created it —that will not only mentally and emotionally seal the erroneous belief in concrete—but also induce fear and loathing for the “stray” conspiracy theorist who dares to question it. That’s how Bernays’s grand game of mass deception and manufactured consensus works its Black magic on the group mind. Now that you understand the philosophical underpinnings of the surprisingly simple “secret” of Society Shaping, ask yourself this question: “How did I really come to ‘know’ what I think I know?”
What I do recognize belonging to is the family whose DNA I carry, the spirit of the land upon which I grew up, and the planetary sensibility of being a surface entity of Earth. I am devoted to God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth, and I identify with God’s moral injunctions, into which I ever-aspire to be subsumed. I follow as my model, my Savior/Redeemer, Jesus (Yeshua) Christ, God-made-flesh, as to His words and actions as they appear in Holy Scripture. Jesus was reared in the Judaic religious tradition and was well-acquainted with Holy Scripture. But He was not a joiner of any man-made institutions, and neither am I.
This anti-joiner stance does not mean that I am anti-social, that I do not care for the company of others. While I treasure my solitude I am also drawn to be with those I love, those whom I have befriended or with those to whom I feel drawn by natural inclination. I aspire to treat family, friends and strangers just as I wish to be treated. And yet to come together in a formal bond of an institutionally recognized social or fraternal group of any kind holds no interest for me. If this makes me a loner or a maverick or a rugged individualist, so be it; I accept such designations from others without feeling estranged in any way.
If I choose to abide with a certain group of folks, for example, at some church whose pastor I sense is a noble shepherd, I am honored to be included and to learn from what I am taught there, while offering as much support and sustenance as I can in return while I am there. Yet I do not necessarily wish to be a formal member of any institution. I do subscribe to the sacred truism in Matthew 18:20 “For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.” This is beautiful and delightful.
Thus, I posit that as we consider the notion—which church(es) are horribly ruinous here in the world?—one particular institution (e.g., the Roman Catholic Church) need not be singled out for our ire; rather institutionalism as a whole might be the real enemy.
To determine the degree of institutionalism one might ask to what extent any particular, organized entity borrows for its legitimacy from a System that is already anathema, or adheres to dogmatic and seemingly overly time-worn or incomplete principles. If so, sensing any such defects signals possible endangerment to one’s spiritual well-being and ultimate fulfillment, as I see it. Viewed as such, institutions can be harbingers of being less than God desires of us to be in the sacred design of Creation. One may feel more comfortable in one church more than in another. And yet the true test is how institutionalized that church is, not simply with regard to its inter-relationship with the existing government, but also with its fundaments as exemplified via its unique praxis.
Choosing to join a church (or any organized group for that matter), boils down to deciding to be a free and independent being who chooses to be or not to be…institutionalized. That choice is a highly personal, singularly unique judgment call that can only be made from a place of long experience, deep mentation, and honest faith in God as God is made manifest to each of us. In this sense one might contemplate on the following Biblical Chapter/verse:
The Humbled and Exalted Christ
5 Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, 6 who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, 7 but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. 8 And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross. 9 Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, 10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, 11 and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
Philippians 2:5-11 NKJV
Wyman Wicket, questioned, responds...
Why man wicked?
Yes?
What is "magic
realism"?
First there was Photoshop
Then came AI
Reality's been melting
Along with it, truth
Modern art took out beauty
Goodness?—
All but vanished
Plato is dead
Kooka's dead
What is left that's real?
God's alive
(The birds tell me so)
And so I imagine the
God part in me—
My soul—is still there
Blackened as it is,
Slightly rotten,
But alive, helping me
To find my way through
What's real and not
I'm guided by my heart
It's brain teaches me
To be good
In spite
Of myself; what self?
Oh yeah, my rot-gut
Lusty, soulful self
How unreal, and
Almost magical
It all is!
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The first thing: identify
the enemy.
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Knows
nothing of babies
Never having
sired one
Though willing, yes, but
Always the
simple bachelor
While loving
women, even
Married, but
not yet blessed
With children,
not yet…
That vacancy
in this life
Ever regretted,
a sigh formed
Long ago,
bridging years of
Longing for
a fathering, for
Motherhood
manifesting
For pink
healthy cheeks and
Breasts
plump with milk for
A youngin’
born, smiling,
Clinging to both,
to life anew
To give
birth to a baby child,
More than
once, perhaps,
Then holding
child-in-arms,
Nuzzling,
nursing, attending
How nice,
how loving, closely
Being near
her aura energy glow
Talking
gently, swaying some
I adore you
mother and babe
This clunky
old man-boy frets
To watch and
learn this craft
Then hold,
himself, his babe
And to open
himself to it all
Humbly, naturally,
a papa
Now feeling
the embrace, the
Mutual
embrace of mother,
Child, of joyous
motherhood
All at once
transformed, this
Old man
finds his place, his
Beginning again
Dad and Mom's old bed frame.
It's for a full size mattress.
We have only queen size and larger
Here.
Notice the two broken circles
In the smaller, foot end.
I was taking it to my truck to
Add to some brush that
Was
Going to the dump.
Suddenly I thought, "Probably many of
Us
Were conceived while this
Framed the events."
Strange thought, I know, but how
True.
I was already sad about junking it.
My sadness was then tinged by
Nostalgia, by
An attack of sentimentality.
But the thought came to me, "Oh
Don't be such a fool, you
Jackass!
It's just a broken down remnant
From the '50s."
Another voice told me to
Write a poem about it.
I finally settled on sharing the
Moment with
My siblings,
For what it's worth,
For what it's worth...
And that is
my poem
Good bye old frame;
Old flame of
Forgotten fame.
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