Heaven Can’t Wait

There’s a world I’m not part of and I’d bet if your playing facebook right now, then neither are you. There is a coldness my bones have never felt, a hunger I’ve never known, and a loneliness I cannot comprehend.

Then there is a young girl I’ve come to know.

I’ve yet to see her face but my prayers are soaked by her tears. Maybe someday I’ll share the extraordinary particulars about a woman’s impossible triumph against her slavery and brutality forced upon her innocence. Maybe. Yet something strongly tells me I can’t even go there. Now a source of maternal light and hope, this woman is also a mother. It is the ache within her heart that holds Heaven – her daughter. My prayers are stretching and now my clock ticks ever more slowly throughout the night wondering of Heaven. She knows nothing of me. I’ve only been mercifully tasked to pray for both of these incredible and valuable woman. Everything in my world has lost its shine except love. Heaven’s weight and wait extends beyond ceaseless thoughts of charity and mercy that I can’t reach. My world must be deconstructed to enter Heaven’s Kingdom. I’m grateful my eyes have not dimmed nor my heart weakened to approach whatever steps love will lead me. For now, I’ll simply send her a warm, soft blanket to let her know she is profoundly loved by the same Who salts my tears.

Heaven on Earth

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Heaven on Earth is not what she expected…

Sirens blaze throughout the night,
Angry words crash outside her door,
Clinging to a dirty pillow,
Dirty clothes carpet floors.

Beer cans kicked on cracked sidewalks,
By high-heeled shoes in tiger print,
Momma vanishes inside a car,
Smelling soon of cologne and gum mint.

Heaven must wait till midnight,
To eat the cold pizza Momma brings,
Her belly grumbles at the thought,
Distracted; she hears a cricket sing.

She falls asleep within blue and red rays,
Just the faintest of hue dancing on waves,
The beams cross to form a warm purple,
Singing a song, to be brave…

Be patient my little one,
I am the wind in your dreams,
I hold your heart so close to mine,
I direct the warmth of all sunbeams.
You are not alone Bakhita,
You name is ‘favored one’.
I’ll take the fear within you now,
And burn it in the sun.
Know that I am with you always,
In songs little things sing,
Be brave my little child…”
Heaven awakes – when her cell phone rings.

“Momma’s comin’ home, Heavy baby, you hungry?”
A sleepy whisper, “Yes, Momma, I’zz soooo hungry,”
“Sounds like your singing Heavy?”
“I dream happy Momma. I dream happy.”

Momma enters her dirty room,
Smelling of cologne and mint,
Purple glints from neon lights,
Heaven’s eyes sparkles Momma’s lament.

Momma begins to hum Heaven’s song,
She gathers Heaven to her breast,
“No more baby, I’ve done you wrong,”
A cricket sings as Heaven’s blessed.

By Chris Clody
12/6/16

My Song For Today

Savior Of The World

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Savior of the world,
You gave your life for me,
Savior of the world,
Let me be Your hands and feet,
And walk within your Kingdom,
Where love of God and neighbor meet.

Savior of the world,
You heard my lonesome bleat,
Savior of the world,
I’m lost, thirsty, incomplete,
Shepherd me to green pastures
Comfort me in your Mercy seat.

Savior of the world,
Your mercy I adore,
Savior of the world,
Take my life and give me yours,
Let mercy shine from my heart,
Loving the least and ignored.

Sweet Savior I adore!
Gentle King open Your door,
Prepare a room for me,
So I may praise you ever more!

By Chris Clody
11/19/2016

Wonder-Fall!

If we ponder the mother of wisdom, we are led to the nursery of wonder. Epiphanies burst with the fire of soul-searching awe lit by nature’s cauldron of multicolored dimensions. Why is the heart stilled and breath stolen in its quiet majesty? Is there a secret condescension of grace the reorients and guards our trampled humility?  We train our eyes inwards and downcast convinced we know the way.  Yet we are called by an ‘other’.  The human experience is undeniably but gently pulled by heart and soul. Both easily victimized by the magnetism of some familiar love that’sets both distant and near; both ancient and ever-present. To where shall we run? Nowhere. Humanity makes great strides to understand the physical laws that hold true to form and function governing our microscopic to macroscopic worlds.  Still every beautiful mind committed to study either th social of scienctific backbones of our reality are still left incomplete and struglling to negotiate the terms of our full purpose and evolution.  Whether perceptible or not, our restless condition inspires some to either press on or desperately seek a temporary anesthetic.  With each breaking of dawn’s reddish rays that light our curiosity we choose to answer the pangs of wonder as we sip our morning coffee.  Everyday many of us turn on our brains to accept the day’s onslaught of data in an attempt to assemble knowledge. Knowledge is good and offers a few the power and confidence to risk a new approach.  Like an athlete in need of a coach, knowledge begs to be mentored by wisdom. If we dare to follow the prompts of wonder, I believe we not only make space for wisdom but even the engine that drives our evolution; love.  There is no greater force than love.  It has no equal. It does not negotiate.  Love has no regret or need of explanation.  Love is however controlled by an inherent will to accept it like the crisp inhale of fall air.  I wonder if humanity will fully choose to accept that the reality of everything experienced by our five senses is simply a means and that love is truly the way.

Just wondering…

Peace,

Chris

“I Love You Daddy…”

Somewhere In The Breeze

His presence seems so far away,
I immerse my grief in memories,
Yearning for just one yesterday,
To silence the echoes he left empty.

Unsure why I quietly pray,
Yet know he answers in the breeze,
Gazing at leaves caught in his sway,
I sense his love, his smile,and his tease.

Tears long dried, I too am smiling,
And warmed by the brilliant, dawning day,
His loving life leaves me whispering,
“I love you Daddy, for yesterday and today.”

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by Chris Clody
10/27/16

America’s Checkpoint Charlie

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What is the greatest human construct that defies Jefferson’s Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

Was it slavery and its destructive legacy? Without hesitation, the long fingers of racism continue to claw through generations with its mauling intentions of targeted brutality.

Was it the Trail of Tears? Another repulsive, historical scar that forced the undignified relocation of the Native American nations following the Indian Removal Act of 1830? Does our prejudicial genetics still spew that racism even after Hitler? What about good ole McCarthysm? Are families living in this country today cowering from the threat of their Removal Act? Really! If I hear that justified through another ‘Christian’ living in their this ‘Christian Nation’ I’m gonna’ vomit.

Certainly, the aforementioned nausea caused by our malignant, American insecurity towards anything ‘other’ than one sees in the mirror has raped the potential for a robust national community. Prejudice can be both overtly hostile or passively aggressive in words, actions, and deeds. Take a moment to consider our ‘others’ that prevent benevolence from our heart to another or cause… yeah, ouch.

Still, there is no greater wall that not only prevents a chance at the hope but intends far worse. I am speaking about abortion. It is premeditated murder. It is a slow, calculated killing. There is profound suffering. The consideration of abortion with ‘meaningful’ language reflective of an ‘intimate choice’ is vulgar and more befitting of a squalid dissociation from reality. Is this now a steel claw rising from slavery transformed through Margaret Sanger’s dim view of equality? Can a discourse of Eugenics vs. Equality ever be deemed civil and rational by a sober society. Outside of this veiled ‘solution’ offered to the poor (who are intentionally kept poor!), is prenatal diagnosis with the intent to abort not on the slippery slope down towards the sick doctrine of Aryanism?

Let me be clear. Abortion is not simply the greatest border; it is America’s Checkpoint Charlie lined with over-caffeinated, snipers painting red dots on another little girl or boy’s pursuit of life. If life is not a central core perspective then why fear any mortal consequence one may experience through war, slavery, prejudice, poverty, or shame (God forbid). Remember, despite the deplority of slavery – there still was life.

So I ask you, do you believe in the Declaration of Independence?
Is life be a surrendable inalienable right? Are there even inalienable rights before life itself? Does any (possible) mortal consequence outweigh the chance to experience mortality?

…Sorry, had to go there today.

Become Peace,
Chris

Inalienable rights ~ Freedoms that each individual in the United States have which cannot be transferred to another person or surrendered except by the individual having those rights. Fundamental rights of United States citizens include right topractice religion, equal protection of laws and the freedom of speech.

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,

Chris

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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.

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Breathless…

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
10/7/2016