Wednesday, December 11, 2013

(“In the beginning was the Word… And the Word was with God And the Word was God Himself.” John 1-1)



The Woman at the Well Spreads the Word

 While passing through
a little known Samaritan town  
called Sychar -
Jesus met a certain woman
On His way from Judea to Galilee,
At the place of Jacob’s Well.
It was about noonday.

Samaria,
a former capital city of Israel –
sat on a rich and fertile hilltop
Built during the reigns of King Omri,
and his son, Ahab.
It was a province
In what had become
Central Palestine.

Jacob and all his sons had drank from the well.
But Samaria had fallen to the Assyrians.
Intermarriage of native Jews with foreigners
Led to a mixed race Samaritan people
Who adopted the pagan idolatries
Of their captives.

They were condemned by the prophets -
Utterly despised by pure-blood Jews
Who shun them as wicked,
And avoided them like the plague -
Choosing to detour
around the city
when needing to pass.

Jesus had sat down to rest
When the woman arrived
To draw water.
Jesus asked her for a drink,
But she questioned His wish for water
from the well
of those considered unclean.

Jesus said to her…
If she had recognized the gift of God
Standing before her asking for a drink
She would have instead asked of Him,
and He would have given her
living water.

But the woman did not grasp the meaning of His words. 
She was distracted by the notion
That He would think he could draw water from a well
without a pail,
And provide living water!
How incredulous!
In the same vein…
think Himself more highly than their forefather Jacob.
Unbelievable!
                               
He went on to say…
“All who drink of the water from this man-made well
Will remain thirsty,
But the living water given by and through Me
Shall become a spring within –
Flowing continually
Into all eternity.”

Though still not following
His leading,
But eager to receive this
Sustaining water…
And be relieved of the tedious trek out to the well everyday,
The woman seized upon
the more excellent option.

Jesus then elicited delicate details of her
personal cohabitations…
Which he had discerned by divine knowledge.
He knew all about her.
Prompting her to assess Him to be a prophet,
But questioned the behavior of a Jew
Worshipping outside the holy city of Jerusalem,
And in the shadow of the Samaritan temple.
It was out of character –
For which one would be condemned.

So Jesus told her…
The time is nearing
At hand
When you will worship the Father
Neither on this mountain
Nor in Jerusalem.
You Samaritans worship what you do not comprehend;
We worship what we know,
for salvation comes from among the Jews
Yet the time is coming…
And has now come
When worship in Spirit and in truth will be
The true nature of worship;
When the place of worship
Will not be of bricks and mortar.
Because God is Spirit
And seeks those who will worship the Father
In the Spirit
And in truth.”

Though the Samaritans embraced pagan idolatry,
They still worshipped the God of Israel.
So the woman was mindful
Of the sacred writings -
that the Messiah was to come.
She understood enlightenment
would come through Christ;
And He would clarify all things.

Hence,
Jesus made Himself perfectly clear
That He was the One…
“I Am He.
I, Who now speaks with thee,
Am He.”

At that instance
The spirit of the Lord
Opened the heart and mind of the woman,
And as the ol’ song goes…
“I once was blind,
But now I see…”
Was true for her too.
She knew what He had spoken was truth.
Verily, verily…
Thus saith the Lord!...

She believed  with all certainty
He was the Christ,
And ran straightway into town
To spread the Word…
To announce the good news
That Christ the Messiah had come.

Soon after many people of the town
set out to meet Him.
They had initially believed
because of the woman’s ardent testimony,
But after spending time listening to Jesus
for themselves;
Many believed what He Himself said;
They believed and trusted the authority given His words;
They believed…in spirit and in truth,
Jesus was surely the Savior of the world.
That Christ…
Had indeed come!

Hallelujah!!!

The scriptures do not tell us what He said to them.
The text doesn’t allow us to sit in on any conversations.
Doesn’t share His message or ministry to them.
But they do tell us that He
Spent time with them…
About two days.
He spoke, they listened, they heard,
They saw with their own eyes
Jesus Christ walking with them.
The Word of God made flesh
And abiding among them…
Gentle, kind, loving, compassionate, patient, gracious,
tolerant, accepting, straightforward, considerate,
unhurried, relaxed, non-judgmental,
Friendly, bold, authoritative, indiscriminate, confident,
and self-assured in God.
As He was with the woman at the well.
(That’s the picture I get)
And they believed.

(Based on the Gospel of John, Chapter 4)

“For God so loved the world that He gave
His only begotten Son,
So that whoever believes in Him shall not perish (be lost)
But have eternal life.”
“For God did not send the Son into the world
In order to condemn the world,
But that the world would find salvation and redemption
Through Him.” (John 3:16 and 17)

Note: His disciples, upon seeing Jesus talking to this woman,
          were astonished, but kept silent.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

........... The Tree Roots and Her Off-shoots...........

 
 
Formed through the passage of time
Laid by ancient ancestral footprints
Like elephant hoofs traipsing over the African Plain
.....
to transport and sustain the descending lines
Drawn in the sand
Spreading far and wide over the parched red clays
Sown in patch-quilts of grays and blacks, browns and
Seamless hues of blues across the ocean divide
Deeply embedded
 in the turrets of the drumbeat

Powered by spiraling grooves
Layered and encrusted
Upon the floored formations’ foundations formed 
at the birth of the nations
Entwined with temple domes wrapped in swaddling cloths and headdresses
of fern vines and floral trellises 

 
Webbed and mounted 
As inter-locks and drifting threads 
Covering the body proper
Growing up
With the fueled and fertile hems beneath the river stream
Fanned out as wings of doves thirsting for a drink 
from the oceans
To sail off and scatter in flight in the dark of night
Arrayed as a fortressed behemoth 

 
Cloaked in the tender moss like felt of succulent fruit
From fiercely molded trunks 
Hunkered under aromatic scents
Seeded in the Master stone-makers’ workshop
Under the breath of the sun rising and setting
on the banks of many rivers
Entrenched in the rich bedding of sheltering arms

 In the shapes and sizes of stoic eagles to bear and transport
and sustain the rise and fall
Sweeping the outer crust of dust in songs the rains sing
Out of the sacred shoots burrowing
from the hallowed  
Secrets ingrown and sown in the soil
Below underneath the base

Nourished from the places of origin
Being the source of Attachments, Connections
Bonds, Additions, Parts… as a family, and purposely 
fixed firmly
As the established order
of a many-membered body
...
 Branched and stemmed to become the offspring of a thing
As a twig is an out-shoot “of the root“
Weak or strong, sturdy or feeble
Endurable or unbearable
in the times of storms and eruptions

Which shake the right of existence
Worn and withstood under the draping of spirited shadows 
Dressed in lace
Addressing the young from the weathered moor 

Shrouded in the veins nestled
in the webbed footed rung
Gathered about the foot of the
Channel Line and aligned in
Etchings and sketchings
of grooved horns
Braided and inlaid
Like lead in stone
Twirled and curled

 
to whirl and dance
in the midst of
All-seeing eyes
...
Bored into the cavities
Deeply creviced in a face
Having seen the columns stretched up to the heavens
Spreading forth winged backs of the wind
Planted alongside the tracks of tears and fears
In the light of night and days gone by
Passing on the order of the age giving life form 
from the womb   
As is the Tree of Life… our stem and root… 
in Whom we blossom and bloom
....

“And it shall be in that day that the Root of Jesse shall 
stand as a signal for the peoples…”Isaiah 11:10

“If the root of Abraham is consecrated, 
so are the branches.” Romans. 11:16

“And he shall be like a tree firmly planted 
by the streams of water,
Ready to bring forth its fruit in its season.” Psalms 1:3

“The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly 
and are filled with sap,
The cedars of Lebanon which He has planted.” 
Psalms 104:16

And already the ax is lying at the root of trees; 
every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit 
is cut down and thrown into the fire.” Matthew 2:10

“For the tree is known and recognized 
and judged by its fruit.” Matthew 12:33

“May you be rooted deep in love 
and founded securely on love.” Ephesians 3:17

Monday, September 16, 2013

Suffer the Little Children (September 15, 2013)



On this date
In nineteen- sixty- three
Four little black girls,

Addie Mae
Cynthia Dianne
Carol Denise
Carole Rosamond

Were killed

On a Sabbath morning
In September
At the 16th Street Baptist Church
In Birmingham
While they sat in their pews

Do you remember?

They were
Lovable
Sweet
Beautiful and smart

Mothers wept and moaned
Fathers seethed with rage
Pain and sorrow
Rained down like the concrete blocks
Shattering hopes
Destroying promise
Toppling dreams
May come

With the screams

Their little bodies
Buried in soot and ash
Burned and scorched
Charred and scarred

To death

Entombed under the rubble
Of hate
Mob rule
Out-lawlessness
Mean-spirited bull dogs
Deranged gangs
And an ugly prejudice
Under covers of
Un-christened pretense
Disguised in whiteface
Protecting white in-humanity
Kept in place
By one’s race

Four little black girls
Were killed

In a church which
Etched in the wood panel
“Do this in Remembrance of Me.”
Come to the supper table of the Lord
And remember His love

But four little girls
Were crucified
And died
On the cross
Of the freedom fight
For equal justice
And equal rights

They were killed
50 years ago
In September
Let us
Remember them

Proverbs 15:3
“The eyes of the Lord are in every place,
Keeping watch
Upon the evil and the good.”


Special note:  I checked and found no black broadcast 
channel giving any coverage to acknowledge 
and honor this critical date passing into our history.

Thanks to HBO for airing Spike Lee’s meaningful 
documentary, “Four Little Girls”
Thanks also to MSBNC  and C-Span the discussions 
and recognition of this terrible event