An Ordinary Mystic

Each step toward reality brings me closer to nakedness and my ultimate goal of complete transparency. Those who know me know that I've never understood rules. I've tried to obey them, more or less, most of the time but life has always felt too fluid for arbitrary limits of any sort, not that they wouldn't be nice. Life would be a lot easier and a lot less frightening if I always knew where the boundaries were, but I've never been able to believe that it works that way. God is a gambler, a smooth talking huckster pedaling redemption, always ready to make a deal if only we will try his elixir. The holy Spirit waitsfor the slightest hint of invitation, plotting salvation. May my words fall away like ripe fruit and decay. Amen

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It snowed all night, and before that freezing rain. Temps were in the mid-30s, before dark. Now the only sounds are the occasional sirens, and my dog licking himself. It all seems to underscore my loneliness. But then ultimately, in this world aren't we all alone. Yes, yes, I know about the difference between being alone and being lonely. Trust me, I am the king of solitude. I luxuriate in it. It's the amniotic fluid in the universal womb. And then you're born.

I took a break to let out the dog, my estranged wife called and now I write again. Strange that we should be estranged and yet so close, closer perhaps then when together. Life is like that, perverse.

In this dark season as all creation holds its breath on the verge of annihilation when millions reach out with open arms and open hearts to find redemption, I say, amen.

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Christmas Prayer 2005

My father who is 82 years old is in need of prayers. I trust in the silence of the universe and put his need before you. He has degenerative arthritis of the spine and renal failure, he's been on hemodialysis for almost two years now and has been doing quite well. Last week he had cataract surgery. He developed a postoperative infection in his eye Friday night, for which he is receiving treatment. The prognosis is unknown.

He grew up the only child of a single working mother during the Depression, in Akron, Ohio. He tells of walking across the city one Christmas Day to receive a bag of candy the size of my fist as his only Christmas present that year, not with sorrow or regret but with awe and appreciation for the abundance in his life. Quiet. Sincere. Matter-of-fact.

Everyone I know finds peace and joy in his presence.

Reading has been his lifelong passion please join me in directing the energy of our holy spirit, the power of the creator to sustain and heal my father. Bring him continued joy that we may yet be blessed by his humanity.

May all creation say amen.

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We are infinite and eternal beings who have assumed human form in the service of creation. We create the world around us with our thoughts and intentions. Blessing and forgiveness flow through us.

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