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Within Limits

The greatest commandment,

or rather, the pair of them

as defined a couple of millennia ago

by the travelling teacher from the north;

would be lucky to make a top-ten list today.

God has gone out of fashion,

being invoked occasionally

for desperation cameo roles;

so there’s not much call for the first part.

A polite consensus keeps the second part alive,

however, with most people agreeing

that to love one’s neighbour is important,

but should be practised within limits.

What we need is a drive to reinvigorate

the loving of our neighbour.

Perhaps we could rewrite it:

in a way that would make it be more acceptable:

“Love your neighbour when it proves convenient.”

“Love your neighbour in principle,”

“Love your neighbour occasionally;

once a month or so.”

“Love your neighbour

when she/he is deserving of your munificence.”

“Love your neighbour when you’ve finished

with the more important things.”

Yes, any of these could work

and help us all to avoid unseemly extremes.

© Ken Rookes 2011

Eve Ensler, poet on the wall st protests

"So I came out to face this contradiction: the dehumanization of poverty and the exploitation of capitalism. A block away from the park where the second General Assembly was being held, I heard the words "I love you." The words were as swift as the man who said them, for when I looked back he was already five paces away. But they were as firm as those paces — heavy with determination, purpose, depth. His words permeated the air in Washington Square, and the air on the march, and the air in Zucotti Park. Love was EVERYWHERE!"

A poem

THE GUEST HOUSE This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. -- Jelaluddin Rumi,     translation by Coleman Barks

The greatest commandment

The greatest commandment,

according to one who studied the matter

so that it might shape his living, is one of a pair:

the loving of God

and the loving of people

with whom our lives intersect.

Which means treating them with respect

and extending to all the benefit of the doubt.

It means other things, too;

like acting graciously

when we find ourselves

elevated above others;

taking every opportunity for kindness,

and behaving with gentleness

when circumstances become coarse or brutal.

It leads to an attitude of healing

and allows blessings to punctuate our speaking.

It quietly takes within the surrounding pain,

and voices outrage for the sake of the little ones

whose tongues have been silenced.

The greatest commandment

is also the most costly.

It sings and sighs,

exults and bleeds;

all the time bringing glory

to the one who ordained it.

It forgives,

it creates,

expanding inexorably;

like the universe

of which it is intended to be the centre.

© Ken Rookes

Last days of Moses

http://www.ratnermuseum.com/israelbiblemuseum/virtual/exodus/img0066.htm

its not about tax

Thus this text offers little or no guidance for tax season. It neither claims taxation is legitimate nor gives aid to anti-tax activists. It neither counsels universal acceptance of political authority nor its reverse.

But it does raise the provocative and still relevant question: What belongs to God, and what belongs to Caesar? And what if Caesar is Hitler, or apartheid, or communism, or global capitalism? What is to be the attitude of Christians toward domination systems, whether ancient or modern?

Read more: http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/2000/04/What-Belongs-To-God.aspx?p=2#ixzz1aRscV5CY

Presence

And he said to him,

“If your presence will not go,

do not carry us up from here.” Exodus 33:15

Don’t mess with us, God.

If you’re not going to stick around

then let us end it now.

Find another people

and we will find another god.

The golden calf may have been a crude

and cold surrogate deity,

unlikely to prove particularly effective

but it was shiny and it was ours.

Substitute or not, when we needed it

we knew where it could be found.

Promise us, God,

that you will go with us,

as, sore, weary and failing;

we take faltering steps,

and stumble uncertainly towards

our unknown destination.

Smoke, fire and wonders

have told of your undoubted power;

we have been impressed, but these

are not enough.

Only your presence,

your life-giving presence;

without your presence we fail.

© Ken Rookes

Lover of justice

from Psalm 99

We like the idea

of an avenging angel;

the notion that divine judgement might

embody itself in one who will visit

righteous retribution upon those who

misuse their power

to abuse and exploit and destroy.

There, in the scriptures,

we find an image of the avenging God,

jealous and wrathful, and we imagine

a dark death-like figure

confronting the unrighteous

with the reality of their sin/crimes

immediately before

the vengeance is exacted.

Injustice, of course,

takes many scales and forms:

small acts of indifference, greed

and fearful withholding;

and medium sized dealings of opportunism,

Then there are the avertings of eyes,

the stoppings of ears,

and the convenient silences

in the face of political compromise

and institutional apathy.

Two millennia ago,

fortunately for us, a carpenter

from a northern province in Palestine

enacted a word of grace

to override demands for vengeance,

and to liberate us from our fears.

Still, the psalmist reminds us, God,

like the aforementioned carpenter,

is a lover of what is right and true.

No longer directed by fear

but guided by love,

his friends now join joyfully

in his work of justice.

©Ken Rookes 2011

Golden and Bovine shaped

Golden, and bovine shaped.

 

Where are the gods

who brought us out of Egypt;

where are the reassuring gods

who speak the words we anxiously crave?

Let us build an altar upon which our chosen

and carefully crafted god

can be enthroned in majesty.

And let us dance and sing

in frenzy and abandon

to the gods of gold and comfort;

the gods that promise

that our labour will be rewarded,

our bellies will be filled,

our borders protected,

our security guaranteed,

and that those less worthy will receive

only that to which they are entitled.

Golden, and bovine shaped.

These, these are the gods we adore,

before whom we will make the sacrifice

of our planet and our peace,

our compassion and our conscience;

and the future of our children.

Let us build an altar
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