Upstream or Downstream?

As it turns out there is no up or downstream.  We all are treading water in an ocean of despair.

Politicians continue to argue upstream on how best to save the babies downstream, while countless more gasp for their last breath....

Revolución del corazón

Necesitamos un revolución del corazón. Vamos al calle con amor.

Drowning babies.... and healthcare

One summer in the village, the people in the town gathered for a picnic. As they leisurely shared food and conversation, someone noticed a baby in the river, struggling and crying. The baby was going to drown!

Someone rushed to save the baby. Then, they noticed another screaming baby in the river, and they pulled that baby out. Soon, more babies were seen drowning in the river, and the townspeople were pulling them out as fast as they could. It took great effort, and they began to organize their activities in order to save the babies as they came down the river. As everyone else was busy in the rescue efforts to save the babies, two of the townspeople started to run away along the shore of the river.

"Where are you going?" shouted one of the rescuers. "We need you here to help us save these babies!"

"We are going upstream to stop whoever is throwing them in!"

Stopping...Starting

Sometimes it seems life is a series of stops and starts.
Just as this blog found its stopping place a few years ago, it now will start again. In truth, life, living, never really cease motion. We merely find another place to plant our feet when the rock we step on in the stream of life is just a little too slippery and in so doing continue to move forward.

We are cats in the street

This week I have been reminded that we are all ragamuffins.

• I heard on Jeopardy that ragamuffin was a type of cat found in the streets.
• A friend of mine simply trying to find his way spent a night in jail and is thinking of change.
• A woman franticly weeping came in as prayer ended. She lamented an ongoing fight with her 11 year old daughter, who she believed was the only redemption in the rape she sustained at her conception. Others, "Godly people" tell her to just give her life over to the Lord. She insists that the Spirit and her soul were the only ones there through all her trials. I could only hold her as she wept.

When will we stop giving answers as a substitute for compassion? We are all cats wandering on the streets of life. Let us recognize that God is present in our longing, the very moment we long to connect with the divine.

Common Union

Common UnionYou know I really should try to do something with this.

In the quiet I hear your voice

Let's see where this takes us

Let's experiment with community and blogging