Pardon me. I have never bothered to talk with you since I was born 79 years ago. It’s like a flower never talking to its roots and like a cloud never talking to the ocean. Like CNN broadcasting silence.
On August 15, 2010 I relive a most significant, startling event, a graduate school event 51 years ago. This event occurs on a Friday in June 1959. At this time, to help pay expenses, Doris and I are renting out rooms upstairs and in the basement in our apple green house on the east side of Bloomington, Indiana.
In Aramaic-speaking Galilee, people did not ask Jesus if Allaha (translated God) existed. Allaha means The One, a reality as apparent to Galileeans as the singular energy of a horse between the thighs of a rider.
An eco-spirituality writer who grew up on Second Coming theology, Brenda Peterson, has just published a book sparkling with humor about life and family in an autobiography, I Want to be Left Behind: Finding Rapture Here on Earth.
Those standing first in society, Jesus said, will be squashed dead last. Learn from snakes on their bellies, not priests up on their altars. Wild mustard weed seeds, not 1,000 year old cedar trees, point to heaven. In a two-garment society, if someone takes your robe, let them take your underwear. Children nobodies, not scholars, are the greatest. Jesus laughs.
First lady Michelle Obama and 26 elementary students used the Spring Equinox day of March 21, 2009 to plant spinach, blueberries, and other vegetables and berries on the South Lawn of the White House.
The Song of Solomon, better named the Song of Songs, is a poetic allegory full of passion for Earth Community. Lyrics ooze delight in wild animals—doves, gazelles, foxes, lions, leopards, and ravens. Growing up, Jesus drank wine and danced and sang lyrics from the Song of Songs during multiple nature festivals. Fascinatingly, it is the only book in the Bible in which the names of God in their myriad forms do not appear.
