The First Cry

Eyes wide open, they see for the first time their nakedness. Disobedience already slithering in the garden long before they knew their first lie. They didn’t feel like gods just shame. They sought cover in a hastily sown cover of fig leaves knowing they could never hide from the approaching footsteps they waited eagerly for just yesterday.

9 But the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?” 10 He said, “I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.”11 He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?” (Genesis 3:9-11 NSRV)

Adam and Eve felt distance from God atop of the physical reminders that would curse their future.

21 And the Lord God made garments of skins for the man[d]and for his wife, and clothed them. (Genesis 3:21 NSRV)
With first kill comes the first cry. The first sacrifice from God to man was made to appease their newfound shame. This life blood absorbed by God at the expense of gaining covering of an animal hide would echo in the hearts of man. Man will always try to fill the debt causing the distance in their hearts to their creator whether they recognize The Giver or not. God validated the sacrifice from Able but not the offering from Cain because the blood of life belonged to God. Vegetables and fruits from Cain’s good farming could not appease the debt of their parent’s banishment.

So Cain was very angry, and his countenance fell. 6 The Lord said to Cain, “Why are you angry, and why has your countenance fallen? 7 If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin is lurking at the door; its desire is for you, but you must master it.”
8 Cain said to his brother Abel, “Let us go out to the field.”[b] And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother Abel, and killed him. 9 Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?” 10 And the Lord said, “What have you done? Listen; your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! (Genesis 4:5-10 NSRV)

The shedding of blood of the living blood seems to have reached its nexus from violence when we stumble across the reading of Noah. Humanity’s second chance given profound hope through the later reading of Abram. This righteous one, renamed Abraham by adding the “ha”, the breath of God, was possibly our first chance at redemption through descendant man. Still, the Abrahamic covenant made between God and man took place while Abraham slept in dread. God knew Abraham, although righteous would fail knowing Abraham’s fear of failing God. Later God would keep booth sets of the Decalogue, The Ten Commandments, and finally would finally appease the unnecessary need for violence and shedding of blood through crucifixion of Christ. It was the very mission of Christ to do the will of the Father. Without fail in innocently fulfilling every redemptive need of the Father, Jesus could joyfully say He and the Father are one. There was no distance in the heart of Jesus and the Father. The outpouring of love between the two united them in a Trinity of returning to each other through their outpouring to each other. Jesus was the incarnation of Torah, which means ‘return’. Abraham Jacob Heschel is quoted to say that “A Jew without Torah is obsolete.” The redemption through The Door, this sacrifice of God’s begotten, is a restoration of the mileage between our heart and the Father. From Abraham, to Moses, to Jesus, the Gospel is a simple clarion call to do the will of the Father which is simply our chance to love. To love God with all our hearts, mind, soul, and strength and our neighbor as ourselves! Yet the once grateful scion to Judaism has a haughty business of sin management and exclusion in the western culture. We must question why religion tends toward stealing the judgment from the Garden of Eden and wallow in guilt and sin-management from inappropriately applying the wisdom gleaned from the Sermon on the Mount. The opposite of love is violence. Consider the following:
49 This was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had pride, excess of food, and prosperous ease, but did not aid the poor and needy. (Ezekiel 16:49 NSRV)
5 The Lord saw that the wickedness of humankind was great in the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of their hearts was only evil continually. (Genesis 6:5 NSRV)

Mother Teresa said it best: “it is impossible to love when you are judging people.”  We were given the keys to forgiveness. It is our discernment to seek the opportunity to love not judge.

Let us live the Gospel’s opportunity to love.

Become Peace,



Faith: Beyond The Ovarian Lottery

Recently, I read an interesting post regarding the geographical implications of the faith one may practice. Altering Warren Buffet’s comment that it’s an ovarian lottery and simple geography and not the some Divine, constant truth that determines one’s faith. First I am always wary not to agree with Warren Buffet. I love the concept of a lottery and must admit it is inarguably true. We are very much a product of our geography and the traditions and legacies passed down. However…Warren is not simply betting against the bank, but the mysterious origin of love. True love, that extends eternally outside the pale of sexual or affectionate desires, is all-consuming. A love that has no bounds or borders is undefined by limits of The Giver. Yes, we are all born into many different and unique situations, in fact, I was considered a ‘cradle Catholic’. Yet, faith is simply a dormant label until a precious epiphany is reached. It is in this moment that Warren Buffet is treading in very deep water with only a horizon in his panic-stricken sight. But for Warren…that is still a good thing. Despite the location of his now exhaustive effort to stay afloat, he, the great Warren Buffet, realizes he too is small. Humility helps those awaken to the vastness of love the attentive Giver holds and has already surrounding each and every small and desperate soul. There are no nouns that really dignify the mysterious Creator. Nouns define the boundaries of our reason. Still, humankind is not so limited to accept that which cannot be explained. Therefore, we must agree that even the word ‘love’ cannot be as fully understood as it can be by the heart.
We all know that feeling when we give fully of ourselves to lift another up. We find an unusual joy when we walk alongside another during their long and difficult journey. We also know that love is not overwhelmed by fear. It is in that moment when the veil hiding the elusive Uncreated within and surrounding us seems a bit thinner. This is our path to freedom outside the lottery: Love.
Take time to be still and consider the vastness of Mercy that patiently awaits our choice to open our hearts to receive this very gift.



Breathless at the precipice of awe,
My courage dares to wonder,
Reason stammers then withdraws
Like a child escaping thunder,
But my heart simply surrenders.

The Uncreated vibration
That makes electrons dance,
An impossible orchestration,
Laughing in the face of chance,
Revealing instead an offered romance.

Known only in moments yet undefined,
Transforming hearts to yearn,
A gift of love for all humankind,
A chance to repent and discern,
Guided, Comforted, and convicted in our return,
To follow the Son without fear of sunburn.

A cross to pick up and then embrace,
Confessed sins whispered yet soon erased,
Gazing at the One who stood in our place,
Unworthy am I to tie His shoelace,
My moment to know is a glimpse through grace,
Aching to see my King face to face,
I stand breathless, watching, and ever awake.

By Chris Clody

Our Racism 24/7


Racism Witness

History can no longer be hidden,
As racism paints our real-time streams.
White privilege has become bedridden,
Unable to wake from its cozy dreams.

Brothers left beaten by boys in blue,
Oaths to serve and protect forgotten,
When will white pride put on oppressed shoes?
Still blind eyes turn from their days of cotton!

Indignities of indignities,
Wicked betrayals to brotherhood,
A self-caused American disease,
Now forcing riots in our neighborhoods.

True equality for ALL citizens,
Lest’ the privileged accept God’s condemnation.

Peace waits impatiently…

by Chris Clody

A box for God


I wrap my prejudice,
In a box,
With skin that crawls,
From a heart unlocked.
I can see my Savior now,
Facebook to face,
Bearing His wounds,
Yearning for my embrace.
Christ no longer hidden,
From my view,
For His presence,
Becomes what I do.
Moments become sacred,
Between two,
Time slips away,
As He makes all things new.

By Chris Clody

Living Life’s Paradox


Within every parable the mystical tension of a paradox exists. To be strong we must first become weak.  Please pray for my decrease as I do you today. Pray that we sell out completely to gain that single-minded focus within G_d’s will. To bury deep within our core perspective the pearl of our Father’s genius. Pray that His grace is satisfactory to love what pulls you and I apart.  Let us approach the strain of life as a holy sacrament that stretches our very identity to love another because who we have become! Allow G_d’s will freedom to roam without limit knowing condemnation  and humiliation are robes that will someday rival the coat of Joseph. Fear nothing in our  journey, accepting both joy and sorrow. Know you are not alone in partaking of life’s communion.  Pray for the Holy Fire to burn away our shadows of loneliness, depression, and despair from love lost. Death has been declawed by our heart for Christ. Remember grief is the residue of love bound in hope; despair is not.
Give Love it’s due.

Soon…Jack, Kev, little Christopher.. Soon… Ralph, Suzie, Annie, Jim, etc… Soon we will laugh, love, and hold those now praying for us.
His love,

My All

I could complain and empty my anguish regarding war and its consequence of the unnecessary sufferings of poverty and sickness. My rage towards humanity’s grabs for power and pleasure instead of honest, loving, vibrant communities. Thankfully, my faith rudders my contemplation away from this imploding darkness towards the hopeful glow of finding some way to love my God through my neighbor. Yet before I can prayerfully think towards mercy, I am drawn to first hallow The Ineffable Name* of Mercy itself.

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YOU are my endless epiphany,
My eternal morning glory,
Breathtaking yet life-giving,
My soul’s majestic sunrise,
One man’s hope for brotherhood.

YOU’re wild and uncontainable,
My swirl of curiosity,
Man’s DNA for mercy.
My horizon of glory,
And newfound purpose to love.

YOU are my wonderland of tomorrow’s hope,
For eye has not seen,
nor ear has heard,
nor heart imagined,
all YOU have prepared,
for those who love YOU. (1 Cor 2:9)

By Chris Clody

*Inspired by Abraham Joshua Heschel and his poetry in The Ineffable Name of God: Man: Poems. 2004. ISBN 0-8264-1632-2

Seeing More Clearly Now…

Normally I realize the presence of God by looking in the rear-view mirror with awe and a smile. However, lately I don’t feel I’ll be waiting for that hindsight. Spending another Sunday with teaching and friends that lift my awareness beyond my normal religious experience. My thirst for intimacy with the Divine is an incessant hunger and restlessness. The beauty of deep teaching does not push me away from the familiar but rather expands one’s joyous radar of the One in our midst. Thanks Don and friends and Dust Covenant ( Shine on

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Brighten My Eyes

Remove this heavy darkness,
That dims Your kingdom from my sight,
Still me with eternal prayer,
That holds me in your holy light.

Brighten my eyes, oh Lord,
and heal my soul,
brighten my eyes oh Lord,
and heal my soul.

Wash my vision with your Truth,
Magnify your increase in me,
Make visible your image,
To cherish You through Charity.

Brighten my eyes, oh Lord,
and heal my soul,
Brighten my eyes, oh Lord
and heal my soul.

by Chris Clody

22 “The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, 23 but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness! (Matthew 6:22-23)