Human child of human mother, see the Christ has come to birth, demonstrating now in living every person's human worth.
The Mystic Bible is perfectly balanced on the progressive spectrum, meaningful for people who are deeply connected to the stories of the Bible, mystical and poetic, and yet innovative and theologically progressive.
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Can't you see? Time isn't of the essence You can't measure love or lessons with hours, minutes, days or seconds - No Life cannot be told by time What's infinite will never die and life goes on while we're not keeping time So it's time for time to die
"You don't know when you will die, celebrate tonight, you don't know when light will dawn, celebrate the storm..."
Please resist me Because resistance brings evolution and you've resisted me consistently I thank you for your contribution I'm a happy man Your stupidity has made me strong I've developed wings, a thick skin and this here opposable thumb It holds my pen which loads my explodable tongue So without loading a gun I'm killing high quotas of unemotional...
There once was an extraordinary young man born in Nazareth centuries before airplanes, cars, or computers but a man in many ways similar to you and I.
Yes, we all will one day die; but not even death can bury the love and peace we have shared. Our acts of kindness, strivings for justice, and practices of compassion are the eternal verities that give our life meaning and purpose, and will put our death in the context of a life that cannot be denied.
Hopeless to help in this violence, this crisis, here in the focus of bloodshed and fear, common humanity binds us together, love at the centre, not hatred's veneer.
Mystic, poet, philosopher, and theologian Howard Thurman’s reminds of the true meaning of Christmas in his poem, "The Work of Christmas.”
A poem by Madeleine L'Engle
This is no time for a child to be born, With the earth betrayed by war & hate And a comet slashing the sky to warn That time runs out & the sun burns late.
Live recording of Climbing PoeTree's "Awakening" poem featuring Leah Song on vocals and Biko Casini on Ngoni.
Jesus modeled for our class today, naked in his open-palmed innocence. We had never seen such a model before. He even brought with him his own light.
May we be comforted, God, by your eternal presence -- inward, around, among us As the ground of all being, your creation knows no boundaries
We are here to praise and enjoy God with body and soul, mind and heart, with song and word, with hands and feet. We are here to give because of the abundance God has given us, to share with each other, and to receive, because God has created us to depend on each other. We are here to celebrate the differences that otherwise might divide us: differences of age, of body, of culture, of opinion, of ability, of religious conviction. We are here to put things in perspective: to celebrate what matters, to laugh about things we take too seriously, to cry about things that truly touch our hearts. So may it be this morning: Amen!
Wash me in the river Dry me on the shore Do this for me, cousin As you did for those before
Religion is no more - Fragmenting humankind With doctrine, creed And narrowness of heart.
I am, said God to Moses from the burning bush. I am the light of the world… I am the way… I am the gate… I am the vine… I am the bread… Before Abraham was, I am… said Jesus.
The real Jesus - dare we look at the real Jesus...?
A cuckoo in the holy nest, can I admit to what I see? A Jesus who is rough and hard, a normal bloke