California Rain

The eons of tectonic shift
pushed the mountains to the sky
Forcing ocean air to quickly rise
unleashing ages of snow.

Weighed down and moving slow
the rasp made of ice and rock
slowly shaped the Sierra Nevada
Snowy mountains a saw cutting the sky.

Circling the sun a countless age
the world warms
the ice melts
the snow gives way to rain.

The pacific plate
ignoring the weather above
continues its relentless efforts
to nudge the coastal range above the sea.

Millennia upon millennia the season of rain
Nourishes the forest and turns the grass green
Fills the rivers and streams
The earth drinks, storing the life giver deep in her bones.

People arrived between the drops of rain
hunting deer and bear
building shelters and gathering acorn.

They counted the drops that fell
and decided to starve the sea
dams went up hoarding all rain for human kind.

Deep went their needles to
suck the earth’s bones dry
In audacity assuming an infinite supply.

People cover the earth with asphalt and concrete
building immovable cities
not seeing the long slow change in the sky.

The rains, ephemeral, transitory and living
now dancing in other lands
wonder why the people have not followed.

 

There is this week’s poem.  I am still hard at work on my book.  So far I’ve completed 30 poems and have about eight left to write.  Then I’ll be ready for the difficult step of editing.  I’ve been thinking that I’ll likely just self-publish this book as trying to get it placed with a publisher might take more time and energy than I have this year.  Still thinking about that.

Till next time,

Andrew

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Oh, silent be; it is the cat.

I’ve been thinking of adding a “Friday Reblog” section to Andrew’s View of the Week to highlight posts that I found interesting or moving. Well, today I found a great one. Please listen to this poem, Bonnie is rapidly becoming one of my favorite poets.

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cat

Oh, silent be; it is the breeze…
swept chill…brushed down the stairs
from open bedroom windows at this time of day
when house heat flutters inside curtains toward the night…
when cold presses down the chimney…draws
through attic venting where life is cardboard boxed
and stored with high chair stroller crutches walker
wheelchair.

Oh, silent be; it is the bat…
that swims through air to dart twist snatch
the glow from lightning bugs… whine from anopheles.
I watch them stitch the sky, these thin winged mice that
echo sweep abrupt to flit…flit for a shoulder neck vein
hot blood sip from pasture cows so stoic in their
quiet pillaging.

Oh, silent be; it is the cat…
there on my evening sill it blurs gray smolder,  perhaps
brain drowned in sweet apricot memory of mouse
flesh…tooth slivered warm into its mouth.  I would
not disturb it now from this imagined reverie…and…

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Wednesday Woodworking – Church Mice, the movie

Still trying to figure out how to make good videos, so instead you get this ‘less than good’ one.  It’s me at the scroll saw cutting these things out.

Freshly oiled mouse.

Freshly oiled mouse.

A whole nest of the little critters.

A whole nest of the little critters.

Some of these are headed for the church auction this weekend.  A couple I’ll keep for the house, but none will be going into the cat’s room.

If you need me, I’ll be in the shop

Andrew

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First Sunday of the Last Week – Chapter 1

There’s been a saying bumping around my church world off and on for about 20 years:
“Christ came into the world to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”

A little reading of the gospels might just confirm that in your mind.  Jesus spent time healing the sick and preaching about helping the poor while spending a few choice words on the wealthy.  While that feels like a good Christian aphorism, it’s not from the Bible.  Check out this link.  I’ve confirmed this from other sources and it seems this little saying was first applied to newspapers 1902.  Christian preachers started applying it to the church around 1987 and I recall first hearing it in a church setting in the mid-1990‘s.  Despite the saying’s origin, it can be seen throughout Jesus’s ministry.  We’ll see that as we unwind the events of his last week.

When I approached this first chapter of, The Last Week, in 2011 I spent much of my thought relating what happened 2,000 years ago to my current Palm Sunday experiences, like being given palm branches to wave, or marching around the building during Sunday service.

This time I am stuck by a phrase that Borg and Crossan use a lot in this chapter: domination system.  The authors spend sometime discussing this and I am struck by its importance in my current thinking about this week.

The domination system was the Roman occupation and how the Romans held control over Jerusalem and the Jewish people.  It was a system of oppression that used local collaborators to enforce control and gain what the Roman’s really wanted: Tribute in the form of taxes, heavy taxes.  Normal Roman protocol was to send in the Roman Legions to conquer and then put locals in charge of a new puppet government.  These collaborators were allowed to hold power as long as they kept the peace and kept the tribute flowing to Rome.  In the early years of Jesus’s time this local ruler was Herod, but at the time of Jesus’s march into Jerusalem, Herod was gone and Rome had installed a local military governor, Pontius Pilate.

Pilate maintained control with a garrison of troops and by selecting the priests who ran the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem.  The Temple was the center of the community and they aided the Romans by collecting taxes and other methods.  The priests acted to legitimize the domination of Rome in the name of God.  Over time the general population got poorer as land was converted to producing crops and goods for Rome rather than for the Jewish people.

Wealth became concentrated in the hands of the few at the top and some of the things the temple use to do, like caring for the poor, fell away.  Any priest who wanted to keep his job in the temple, supported Rome, not Jewish custom or theology.  This set the stage for general conflict between the Jewish people and the temple authorities and ultimately Rome.

On the last page of the chapter, the authors state that there are two themes for the week:
Death and resurrection – as many of us have been taught in church.
Confrontation with the domination system – as Jesus did all week.

It’s the latter of these two that interest me at the moment.  Jesus’s message to his followers was in direct opposition to the message coming out of Jerusalem and the Roman occupation.  He’d already had a few run ins with religious authorities and likely knew his teaching made them a little nervous – especially as his following grew.  There’s a lot going on here – more than just a guy riding into town on a colt with crowds waving palm branches.

What really gets my mind working isn’t that he came to confront the system but rather how he chose to do it – first with a bit of political theater and later by willingly walking to his death.  The theater part is his ride into Jerusalem.  What doesn’t get talked about in the gospel is what was happening on the other side of town when Jesus was doing his thing.  Over there Pilate was marching into the city at the head of a Roma Legion with all the pomp and ceremony that the Romans could muster.

It should be noted that Pilate didn’t live in Jerusalem – he had a nice palace down by the sea – and only came to Jerusalem to be in the city during the Jewish Passover.  This event gathered a great number of Jews into the city and swelled the city population.  Historically there were always problems with this many people and more than a few anti-Roman agitators running through the city.  The Roman solution – send the governor in with an army large enough to suppress any likely trouble.  First, Pilate marched his troops through the city with an impressive display of arms and military strength – enough to impress the locals of the futility of resisting.  Then Pilate would take up residence in Jerusalem until the crowds went home.

Jesus on the other side of town does the opposite – rides into the city on a non-military animal at the head of an unarmed group of followers proclaiming his usual messages which did get the crowds worked up and hopeful.  It was a courageous move to openly declare his presence in the city and let it be known his criticism of the system was here.   He knew that such a move would put his life at risk, but yet he does it and leads his disciples on the same path.  If we think of this as a model for personal action, it makes me wonder if I have been courageous enough in my life when standing up to injustice.

So, on Palm Sunday (as we call it), Jesus rides into Jerusalem to comfort those afflicted by the domination system and give them hope of something  better.

He will start afflicting the comfortable temple authorities on Monday.

Till next week,
Andrew

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