Seven

My tongue is only partially in my cheek

When I observe this parity:

Revelations says

That there are seven seals which must be opened

In order for the world to end

 

Carlin says

That there are seven words

That you can not say on television.

 

Carlins dead now.

There are fewer words now.

And there are people who tell me

That the seals,

One by one,

They are opening.

 

There are places that we do not go.

There are things that we will not say.

There are things that we know about.

That we try to push back in our minds.

 

And how desperately we need these things!

 

Like a pot left closed, forgotten,

In the back of the refridgerator.

A stew of unmentionables.

A place to put the things which don’t belong.

 

It’s darkness should not be underestimated.

It sits in the kitchen and in the mind

But it’s contents

Are wholly

Other.

 

What will happen when we can say what ever we think?

 

Where will we put the things which do not belong to us?

 

Where we will go when there is no away?

 

That silver pot with the black handles is pandora’s box.

 

First there will be the smell of fungus when we open the lid.

 

And then pestilence and plague.

 

 

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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

6 thoughts on “Seven”

  1. My…someone’s feeling a bit moribund.
    Are you alright?
    i’m sensing you’re a bit off tonight; you’re grammar, punctuation and spelling are horrific.
    Prayers are on their way…

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  2. Never mind the spelling and punctuation, I could smell the smoke rising from that great city, and hear a voice shrieking, “Épesen, épesen, Vavylón i megáli…”

    Away with mere religion. It tumbles violently down the stairs, splintering and shattering, and leaves no more than a dollop of spittle on the floor at the bottom of the stairwell. No one will ever ask, “Who goes there?”

    In a way, but just in a little way, some of what you wrote in “Seven” reminded me of things written between some of the lines in my chant, “Gotta Hear It From You:…

    http://cost-of-discipleship.blogspot.com/2006/03/gotta-hear-it-from-you.html

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  3. Thanks, friends.
    I’m fair to middlin’.
    Half the reason for the horrific spelling and grammar is that this all came tumbling out. I suppose I ought to go back and edit, though.
    I look foreward to reading the chant… and I’ll take all the prayers I can get.
    😉

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  4. Ummmmm, that was the point in pointing out the unusual flaws. Oversights; i get it. i wasn’t nit-picking or being critical. i can occassionally read between the lines.

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  5. Romanós:
    Thanks for the link to the chant.
    I think one of the things (perhaps) that both you and I were reaching for was the idea that the world we see is just a thin veneer over Reality beneath.
    It was edifying reading, thanks for sharing it.

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