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~ Shane Claiborne
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Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Wednesday
Quote: Highlighters
~ Shane Claiborne
Quote: Highlighters
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~ Shane Claiborne
Thursday
Mrs. Lot
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| Credit: Mark A. Wilson |
There has to be something said for Lot’s
wife, for looking back, not moving on, for,
in other words, nostalgia, that onetwo
threefourfivesixseveneightnine letter
dirty word, when even Jesus for whom
she serves as reminder says to remember
her, and why else if he didn’t mean what
he said, understanding, of course, women
apt to cling to their homes, not having
in those days much else to cling to—and
what if they clung—like Lot’s poor wife whose
name we don’t even know to recall, she
having to pull up stakes and get out
just because some men liked other men, that
being none of her affair, beside which
she’d never liked Uncle Abraham’s loose
foot she swore he was born with, and so
she has long gazed back on the past which she
couldn’t put back any more than a pulled
tooth, for which crime she stands changed to a briny
pillar, still turned toward her yesterdays and
her God who surrounds her on all sides—right,
left, front, and back—her sad but salty stare.
~ Vassar Miller
wife, for looking back, not moving on, for,
in other words, nostalgia, that onetwo
threefourfivesixseveneightnine letter
dirty word, when even Jesus for whom
she serves as reminder says to remember
her, and why else if he didn’t mean what
he said, understanding, of course, women
apt to cling to their homes, not having
in those days much else to cling to—and
what if they clung—like Lot’s poor wife whose
name we don’t even know to recall, she
having to pull up stakes and get out
just because some men liked other men, that
being none of her affair, beside which
she’d never liked Uncle Abraham’s loose
foot she swore he was born with, and so
she has long gazed back on the past which she
couldn’t put back any more than a pulled
tooth, for which crime she stands changed to a briny
pillar, still turned toward her yesterdays and
her God who surrounds her on all sides—right,
left, front, and back—her sad but salty stare.
~ Vassar Miller
Mrs. Lot
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| Credit: Mark A. Wilson |
There has to be something said for Lot’s
wife, for looking back, not moving on, for,
in other words, nostalgia, that onetwo
threefourfivesixseveneightnine letter
dirty word, when even Jesus for whom
she serves as reminder says to remember
her, and why else if he didn’t mean what
he said, understanding, of course, women
apt to cling to their homes, not having
in those days much else to cling to—and
what if they clung—like Lot’s poor wife whose
name we don’t even know to recall, she
having to pull up stakes and get out
just because some men liked other men, that
being none of her affair, beside which
she’d never liked Uncle Abraham’s loose
foot she swore he was born with, and so
she has long gazed back on the past which she
couldn’t put back any more than a pulled
tooth, for which crime she stands changed to a briny
pillar, still turned toward her yesterdays and
her God who surrounds her on all sides—right,
left, front, and back—her sad but salty stare.
~ Vassar Miller
wife, for looking back, not moving on, for,
in other words, nostalgia, that onetwo
threefourfivesixseveneightnine letter
dirty word, when even Jesus for whom
she serves as reminder says to remember
her, and why else if he didn’t mean what
he said, understanding, of course, women
apt to cling to their homes, not having
in those days much else to cling to—and
what if they clung—like Lot’s poor wife whose
name we don’t even know to recall, she
having to pull up stakes and get out
just because some men liked other men, that
being none of her affair, beside which
she’d never liked Uncle Abraham’s loose
foot she swore he was born with, and so
she has long gazed back on the past which she
couldn’t put back any more than a pulled
tooth, for which crime she stands changed to a briny
pillar, still turned toward her yesterdays and
her God who surrounds her on all sides—right,
left, front, and back—her sad but salty stare.
~ Vassar Miller
Wednesday
Unholy Women
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But of course these poems are
about men,
which we become by defining how
we are not women
and
so becoming
a shadow devouring the light to find the limits
which is what Richard Pryor would have told Joan of Arc
in a joke funnier for being sexist
“It’s a man thang.”
And of course there is God
and its problematic relationship to light
not to mention the question
of permission
Who builds the box, the shape?
It makes sense that Jesus, the new man 2,000 years ago
was a carpenter.
You need that craft, the precision of measurement
angles of angels
who incidentally are never women.
Just ask the Romans, who called them Angelo, Angelus
never Angela—
that lie was coined by a dissident nun hiding
her feminism under the cover of rapture
but
is it enough to announce yourself?
To beat your chest in contrition calling
Mea culpa! Mea culpa?
Guilt can never be enough
Mere intent—where is its purpose?
Yet there are no answers
there are only lines that disappear
into horizons that girder us with safety
just as there is no way to end this poem.
about men,
which we become by defining how
we are not women
and
so becoming
a shadow devouring the light to find the limits
which is what Richard Pryor would have told Joan of Arc
in a joke funnier for being sexist
“It’s a man thang.”
And of course there is God
and its problematic relationship to light
not to mention the question
of permission
Who builds the box, the shape?
It makes sense that Jesus, the new man 2,000 years ago
was a carpenter.
You need that craft, the precision of measurement
angles of angels
who incidentally are never women.
Just ask the Romans, who called them Angelo, Angelus
never Angela—
that lie was coined by a dissident nun hiding
her feminism under the cover of rapture
but
is it enough to announce yourself?
To beat your chest in contrition calling
Mea culpa! Mea culpa?
Guilt can never be enough
Mere intent—where is its purpose?
Yet there are no answers
there are only lines that disappear
into horizons that girder us with safety
just as there is no way to end this poem.
~ Chris Abani
Unholy Women
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| Source: Unknown/favim.com |
But of course these poems are
about men,
which we become by defining how
we are not women
and
so becoming
a shadow devouring the light to find the limits
which is what Richard Pryor would have told Joan of Arc
in a joke funnier for being sexist
“It’s a man thang.”
And of course there is God
and its problematic relationship to light
not to mention the question
of permission
Who builds the box, the shape?
It makes sense that Jesus, the new man 2,000 years ago
was a carpenter.
You need that craft, the precision of measurement
angles of angels
who incidentally are never women.
Just ask the Romans, who called them Angelo, Angelus
never Angela—
that lie was coined by a dissident nun hiding
her feminism under the cover of rapture
but
is it enough to announce yourself?
To beat your chest in contrition calling
Mea culpa! Mea culpa?
Guilt can never be enough
Mere intent—where is its purpose?
Yet there are no answers
there are only lines that disappear
into horizons that girder us with safety
just as there is no way to end this poem.
about men,
which we become by defining how
we are not women
and
so becoming
a shadow devouring the light to find the limits
which is what Richard Pryor would have told Joan of Arc
in a joke funnier for being sexist
“It’s a man thang.”
And of course there is God
and its problematic relationship to light
not to mention the question
of permission
Who builds the box, the shape?
It makes sense that Jesus, the new man 2,000 years ago
was a carpenter.
You need that craft, the precision of measurement
angles of angels
who incidentally are never women.
Just ask the Romans, who called them Angelo, Angelus
never Angela—
that lie was coined by a dissident nun hiding
her feminism under the cover of rapture
but
is it enough to announce yourself?
To beat your chest in contrition calling
Mea culpa! Mea culpa?
Guilt can never be enough
Mere intent—where is its purpose?
Yet there are no answers
there are only lines that disappear
into horizons that girder us with safety
just as there is no way to end this poem.
~ Chris Abani
Quote on apprenticeship
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| William Coperthwaite in front of a Yurt |
APPRENTICES NEEDED, NOT DISCIPLES
For many, the knowledge of a Jesus, a Lao-tzu, a Buddha or a Gandhi is complete and unassailable. But we do them and their vision a disservice when we follow them rather than using what they have taught to build upon as we strive toward our goal of a better society.
When we merely follow another, we take a potentially creative mind out of service--our own. We tie up a natural resource, just as much as when we put away money in the mattress.
We don't need more disciples, we need more apprentices, the difference being that an apprentice serves as a follower only temporarily and is expected to go on and work independently. Wise apprentices recognize that the masters are always a part of them, that within them is a partnership of apprentice and master artisan, including all the other masters that came before.
Good apprentices know that they are in the process of becoming masters and that as responsible artisans they must seek to improve upon knowledge entrusted to them and go further.
As apprentices we are not better than those who went before. We are a part, an extension of our predecessors, the newest buds on an ancient, living tree. If we do not reach up to the sun and down into the soil for nourishment to help the tree grow, we have not been faithful to the trust invested in us.
It is always easier to take the words of a Jesus, a Gandhi, a Marx, or a Confucius as constituting Holy Writ. This involves less reading, less study, less thought, less conflict, and less independent searching, but it also means less growth toward maturity.
~ William Coperthwaite
For many, the knowledge of a Jesus, a Lao-tzu, a Buddha or a Gandhi is complete and unassailable. But we do them and their vision a disservice when we follow them rather than using what they have taught to build upon as we strive toward our goal of a better society.
When we merely follow another, we take a potentially creative mind out of service--our own. We tie up a natural resource, just as much as when we put away money in the mattress.
We don't need more disciples, we need more apprentices, the difference being that an apprentice serves as a follower only temporarily and is expected to go on and work independently. Wise apprentices recognize that the masters are always a part of them, that within them is a partnership of apprentice and master artisan, including all the other masters that came before.
Good apprentices know that they are in the process of becoming masters and that as responsible artisans they must seek to improve upon knowledge entrusted to them and go further.
As apprentices we are not better than those who went before. We are a part, an extension of our predecessors, the newest buds on an ancient, living tree. If we do not reach up to the sun and down into the soil for nourishment to help the tree grow, we have not been faithful to the trust invested in us.
It is always easier to take the words of a Jesus, a Gandhi, a Marx, or a Confucius as constituting Holy Writ. This involves less reading, less study, less thought, less conflict, and less independent searching, but it also means less growth toward maturity.
~ William Coperthwaite
Quote on apprenticeship
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| William Coperthwaite in front of a Yurt |
APPRENTICES NEEDED, NOT DISCIPLES
For many, the knowledge of a Jesus, a Lao-tzu, a Buddha or a Gandhi is complete and unassailable. But we do them and their vision a disservice when we follow them rather than using what they have taught to build upon as we strive toward our goal of a better society.
When we merely follow another, we take a potentially creative mind out of service--our own. We tie up a natural resource, just as much as when we put away money in the mattress.
We don't need more disciples, we need more apprentices, the difference being that an apprentice serves as a follower only temporarily and is expected to go on and work independently. Wise apprentices recognize that the masters are always a part of them, that within them is a partnership of apprentice and master artisan, including all the other masters that came before.
Good apprentices know that they are in the process of becoming masters and that as responsible artisans they must seek to improve upon knowledge entrusted to them and go further.
As apprentices we are not better than those who went before. We are a part, an extension of our predecessors, the newest buds on an ancient, living tree. If we do not reach up to the sun and down into the soil for nourishment to help the tree grow, we have not been faithful to the trust invested in us.
It is always easier to take the words of a Jesus, a Gandhi, a Marx, or a Confucius as constituting Holy Writ. This involves less reading, less study, less thought, less conflict, and less independent searching, but it also means less growth toward maturity.
~ William Coperthwaite
For many, the knowledge of a Jesus, a Lao-tzu, a Buddha or a Gandhi is complete and unassailable. But we do them and their vision a disservice when we follow them rather than using what they have taught to build upon as we strive toward our goal of a better society.
When we merely follow another, we take a potentially creative mind out of service--our own. We tie up a natural resource, just as much as when we put away money in the mattress.
We don't need more disciples, we need more apprentices, the difference being that an apprentice serves as a follower only temporarily and is expected to go on and work independently. Wise apprentices recognize that the masters are always a part of them, that within them is a partnership of apprentice and master artisan, including all the other masters that came before.
Good apprentices know that they are in the process of becoming masters and that as responsible artisans they must seek to improve upon knowledge entrusted to them and go further.
As apprentices we are not better than those who went before. We are a part, an extension of our predecessors, the newest buds on an ancient, living tree. If we do not reach up to the sun and down into the soil for nourishment to help the tree grow, we have not been faithful to the trust invested in us.
It is always easier to take the words of a Jesus, a Gandhi, a Marx, or a Confucius as constituting Holy Writ. This involves less reading, less study, less thought, less conflict, and less independent searching, but it also means less growth toward maturity.
~ William Coperthwaite
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