The Human Solution

Spoiler alert! There is no one politician that is going to solve our problems. One of my mentors, Richard Rohr, offers the following “solution”:
Those who agree to carry and love what God loves, both the good and the bad of human history, and to pay the price for its reconciliation within themselves–these are the followers of Jesus. They are the leaven, the salt, the remnant, the mustard seed that God can use to transform the world.
The answer is left to the ways of forgiveness, hospitality, and enough compassion to embrace the whole imperfection (sigh) of humankind.

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The Guest

It shines in hospitality’s welcome,
The unlocked door that leads to rest,
Exhaled it rises like cool breath at dawn,
Love offers warm drink and bread for our guest.

Resuming his journey towards life’s end,
Suffering at times from dim hearts and minds,
Find security in only their own reflection,
Demonizing instead of embracing humankind

False piety teach scripture as the Word passes by,
Yet welcome by homeless pushed outside town,
Encouraged by their new brother’s light and warm voice,
The sing and dance at the great pearl they have found!

His eyes beckon all thirsty into God’s ocean,
His words like water that drench dry souls,
His journey to reach the frightened with hope
His touch heals broken hearts joyfully whole.

Only love of neighbor can recognize love of God,
Not words spewed justifying isolation,
Only mercy received knows the grace of mercy given,
Not hearts abandoned to fear and desperation.

Spare us perfection’s reckless anxiety,
The haughty discernment that offers no rest,
Instead we welcome the “unwashed” and “unblessed”
To dine and sleep in our hearts as a guest.

By Chris Clody
7/30/2016

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Get Dusty!

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Love conquers as it crumbles

For every broken hope,
For those outside looking in,
For what the pure see
And the poor unknowingly wait,
A Way begins to break through.

Bit by bit,
Love conquers as its crumbles.
Like temple stones slipping loose,
Falling, one atop another,
Revealing, what we disregard.
Amidst the cloud of crashing stone,
A Dust Covenant takes shape,
Like salve for beaten hope,
A key for the city’s stranger,
Cleansing for all hearts,
As the poor’s Perfect comes.

He is the Keeper,
He holds all,
For He is all.
Yet, to gather the small,
He becomes small.
Forgettable, meek, and poor,
Doubted and scandalized,
Dirty and dusty,
Scourged and crucified,
He offers The All,
To reclaim the small.

As the dust settles,
Something emerges,
Deep within the small.
A New Temple,
An unseen Kingdom,
A forgotten Way.
As Law gives way to Grace and Peace,
An Image taken granted,
Finally chooses Likeness.

The flightless find wings,
The blind now see,
The poor heirs to a throne,
Whose reign is everlasting to everlasting.

For the Breath He promised,
Is the very air of mercy.
Abandoned stones of crumbled Love,
Find new mortar in faith and hope.
Unseen except by the pure,
Are the flowers that sing,
And rocks that cry out,
The dimension of color,
And the Word of joy unspeakable.

Choose The Life.

By Chris Clody
4/23/16

Still We Suck

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Maybe it’s the early morning walks in the bitter cold with a mini-schnauzer who I swear was born to enjoy the Iditarod. By the way, talk about trust between the men and (usually winning) woman and their dogs. Maybe it’s that very trust that helps us understand what love is really all about. And yes…in a snuggly sort of way, I love my hyper, little Mia!

Oh yeah, this sucking thingy… Lent is more and more becoming less of a hardship or checking the new charity box endurance challenge and more of a jump into the abyss of myself. Let me explain. Consider ourselves born facing the whirling of all space and time, dimming as it enters a hole into our chest. The inhalation of possibilities is euphoric to our egos (especially those born with larger holes).

We all simply suck.

Yet, the ingenious vision of Lent, despite its common malpractice, offers a chance to turn. This incredible chance is preceded by first realizing why and how we suck. Why were we created to seemingly receive astronomic quantities of created awe surrounding the churning, dark, mysterious density hurling towards the center of ourselves. The moment of Lent’s true purpose is ‘given’ when we realize that what comes in must come out! Lent explodes in life and cosmic abundance, this moment of hysterical release while witnessing the sheer omnipotence directed as purpose and power flowing through us. God created us to turn on trusting volition to experience what was already happening behind us. My brothers-in-arms-and-prayer witnessing the outside of ourselves exploding in this whirling dervish of inconceivable joy unite in these moments of awe and humility. The magnificence hiding behind a humble turn! Just even a passing glimpse levels the Everest of hardened hearts.

So I beg, truly, break your eye-rolling ‘fast’ from chocolate, chips, beer, coffee, sex, porn, dressing up as a plushie…whatever that holds no inertia to turn and leap from that huge sucking sound… and realize the omnipotence of transformational love.

The beauty of Lent is learning to turn towards love. In other words, we are attempting to ‘fast’-forward our understanding why we were all meant to become ‘Easter people’. (Peeps? – I’ll let that go.)

Ultimately we’ll come to allow through us a love that is patient, kind, not envious nor braggadocios. Love that isn’t rude, selfish, or easily angered or resentful. Love that rejoices in truth not injustice. A profound love with a capacity to bear all things, believe all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Quite simply – a love that never ends (happily paraphrased from our most popular wedding vows – 1 Cor 13:4-8).

Look, we ALL suck and will continue to suck but it’s worth turning around to see the outcome of Grace. (For the contemplatives out there consider replacing Love with God’s charity towards us.)

Sidebar: Funny how Lent coincides with New Year’s resolutions and political primaries. Try to remember love is patient and bears all things (Yep, even offenses!).

“Most of us were taught that God
would love us if and when we change. In fact, God loves you so
that you can change. It is the inherent experience of love that
becomes the engine of change.”
–Richard Rohr

Be brave and face the awaiting transformation of your soul and heart.
Become that little engine of change that said it could.

His,
Chris

Our History of Wonder

Born To Please

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Unaware yet born to please,
Shedding blood in greed and fear,
Two wills, one selfish and one to appease,
Serving two masters is doubly clear
Divinity patiently waits to join us here.

Burning without destroying, man is drawn,
Confused by how this could appear,
Barefoot steps tremble on legs of a fawn,
The Irresistible orders Moses to lead on.
Ending man’s innate question with more to think upon.

Aware and finding reason to please,
A scapegoat is devised to lay their sins upon,
Yet power corrupts due to man’s disease
Laying law upon law, love is soon gone,
Replaced by our will serving our need,
Doubting even The Ten that convicts of our greed.

Undaunted and untamed, Emmanuel borrows skin,
Fragile and human, Jesus comes to feed,
Giving Himself as food for forgotten sin,
The Christ of God breaks Death’s final grin,
The grave once greedy cannot hold resurrection win.
Grace and peace, by loving God and neighbor begins.

Keys are given atop of a rock,
One day to surrender and led by an enemy’s whim,
Purity is from dross The Spirit continues the stock,
In spite of Power, soon time forgets and corruption begins,
Saints are sent while the encourage the true flock,
Laws upon laws, the slumbering are loyal yet God is mocked.

Still hope remains in the trusting souls,
Whose trust surrendered to their Redeemer’s knock,
Fearlessly led by the Anointed’s beatific goal,
Inexpressible joy is given when we relinquish control,
Loving God through our neighbor in forgiving revolt,
Until that Day of Wrath, when the Lamb pours out the bowls,

Yet, despite pious boast, regret will cover those who condemn,
Those unjustly shamed and discarded Christ collects from another fold,
For Heaven is not a room to secure to which we ascend,
But true community that weds a Groom who willingly descends.
The Bride’s “I do” is our present ‘Amen.”

By Chris Clody 5/9/15

Another Victim Of Mercy

What I’ve Become

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I cannot undo what I’ve become,
As if changed by a fire’s rage,
Dare I betray God’s begotten Son,
The One whom angels praise,
When Grace has left me awed and amazed?

I cannot forget the wonders I’ve seen,
As if it was some lost, blank page,
How can I leave love alone and demeaned,
Realizing it’s despair’s only vaccine.

I will not tempt the foretaste of Hell,
Chancing misery void of Mercy,
For action is the new story I must tell,
And love whatever Christ compels.

For without love all is lost,
Like liberty without its vict’ry bell,
or silence in the choir loft.

Faith in action is what I must become,
A mender to my sister’s broken net,
A brother in arms when need awaits,
An honest discussion without regrets,
A forgiver to fallen human traits,
Knowing when I forgive my God forgets,

No, I cannot undo what I’ve become,
Now that I’m fearless to return to where I’ve came from.

…Merciful Father accept this sinner saved through Your Son.

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By Chris Clody 11/4/14

Live to Love

Love is Spoken

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Grace lifts the soul when love is spoken,
Words enflesh into bridges,
Paths of communion reach unbroken,
Lit by the light of the Lord’s riches,
Neighbors stand on mountaintops not ditches.

Emboldened through the Bread of the strong,
Humbled by the cup that blesses,
Love is simple yet our profound song,
Encouraging yearning hearts to belong.

For life worth living is done for others,
Charity conquers our selfish wrong,
By loving Our God through our neighbor.
A Kingdom is realized in awe and wonder.

We were made to release His Word,
Breaking the silence so love may be heard.

Live to Love.

By Chris Clody
6/26/2014

Love Is The Journey…

Love is the Journey

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Love is the journey,
Faith holds firm to the rudder,
Hope splashes the oars,
Finding traction in clear water.

The sun dips below,
The horizon’s endless ledge,
The last rays offer,
A glint from a knife’s edge.

My test has begun,
Moonshine barely lights my way,
Oars pierce the deep and dark,
My boat begins to rock and sway.

Nevertheless, faith-
Sees beyond this blackened path,
Love never wavers,
As hope pushes through the night’s wrath.

No, I’m not alone,
But in the palm of God’s hand,
That gathers my hope,
Drawing me to the Holy Land.

The morning draws near,
And the sun will come again,
This journey of love,
Is warmed by the gift of a friend.

Be at Peace…

By Chris Clody 5/15/14