visiting a dying aunt

When one dies, they simply become.

If the place we live in today is heaven, where do we go once our mortal bodies fail us?

Morning doves whisper

between beer sips

they've seen us

before

know us

our pain

hatred

our mothers brothers

fathers

fell into cold

nothingness

awaiting

resurrection

as we laid the dog into the cold pit,

I thought ahead

we're sitting across from eachother in the kitchen at the farm

she'll die next week

leave this heaven

become this heaven

together

Prince of Peace

this might be painful,
for all concerned.

I've been thinking more and more that if i really want change the Church and the world around me, instead of trying to tear down or separate into more boxes, maybe I should begin living a wholly Christ centered life.

living a Christ centered life is difficult when one denies the existence and divinity of Christ.


our faith needs to be dramatically reformed if any notion of a Historical Jesus will survive this century. some have asked in the past "where is our Moses?", but i want to plead, where is our Martin Luther? who is willing to ask the hard questions of church and state, who is willing to nullify the baptism of our state...who is willing to return to the ideas of unity through diversity?

will EKlesia ever mean what people 1,900 years ago thought it meant? will this Eklesia have to return underground?

what happens when the empire gets baptized?