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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

AS JESUS PASSED BY

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From THE URANTIA BOOK
Part IV, 171, 7
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As Jesus Passed By
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Jesus spread good cheer everywhere he went. He was full of grace and truth. His associates never ceased to wonder at the gracious words that proceeded out of his mouth. You can cultivate gracefulness, but graciousness is the aroma of friendliness which emanates from a love-saturated soul.
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Goodness always compels respect, but when it is devoid of grace, it often repels affection. Goodness is universally attractive only when it is gracious. Goodness is effective only when it is attractive.
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Jesus really understood men; therefore could he manifest genuine sympathy and show sincere compassion. But he seldom indulged in pity. While his compassion was boundless, his sympathy was practical, personal, and constructive. Never did his familiarity with suffering breed indifference, and he was able to minister to distressed souls without increasing their self-pity.
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Jesus could help men so much because he loved them so sincerely. He truly loved each man, each woman, and each child. He could be such a true friend because of his remarkable insight--he knew so fully what was in the heart and in the mind of man. He was an interested and keen observer. He was an expert in the comprehension of human need, clever in detecting human longings.
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Jesus was never in a hurry. He had time to comfort his fellow men "as he passed by." And he always made his friends feel at ease. He was a charming listener. He never engaged in the meddlesome probing of the souls of his associates. As he comforted hungry minds and ministered to thirsty souls, the recipients of his mercy did not so much feel that they were confessing to him as that they were conferring with him. They had unbounded confidence in him because they saw he had so much faith in them.
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He never seemed to be curious about people, and he never manifested a desire to direct, manage, or follow them up. He inspired profound self-confidence and robust courage in all who enjoyed his association. When he smiled on a man, that mortal experienced increased capacity for solving his manifold problems.
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Jesus loved men so much and so wisely that he never hesitated to be severe with them when the occasion demanded such discipline. He frequently set out to help a person by asking for help. In this way he elicited interest, appealed to the better things in human nature.
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The Master could discern saving faith in the gross superstition of the woman who sought healing by touching the hem of his garment. He was always ready and willing to stop a sermon or detain a multitude while he ministered to the needs of a single person, even to a little child. Great things happened not only because people had faith in Jesus, but also because Jesus had so much faith in them.
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Most of the really important things which Jesus said or did seemed to happen casually, "as he passed by." There was so little of the professional, the well-planned, or the premeditated in the Master's earthly ministry. He dispensed health and scattered happiness naturally and gracefully as he journeyed through life. It was literally true, "He went about doing good."
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And it behooves the Master's followers in all ages to learn to minister as "they pass by"--to do unselfish good as they go about their daily duties.
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Devotion to other's good is a very simple thing. When our devotion to the production of happiness is not restricted to ourselves, but we labor for others' good, and love to promote the good of others not less than our own, this is an intelligible thing; and this is true benevolence--real religion.
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Rev. C.G. Finney - 1851
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Saturday, January 28, 2012

A FEW GOOD RELIGIOUS POEMS

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John Berryman
1914-1972
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This is from a much longer poem titled
 "Eleven Addresses to the Lord"
....this is "Address" Number 1.
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Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake,
inimitable contriver,
endower of Earth so gorgeous & different from the boring Moon,
thank you for such as it is my gift.
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I have made up a morning prayer to you
containing with precision everything that
 most matters.
'According to Thy will' the thing begins.
It took me off & on two days.  It does not
aim at eloquence.
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You have come to my rescue again & again
in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.
You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves
and I am still here, severely damaged,
but functioning.
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Unknowable, as I am unknown to my
 guinea pigs: how can I 'love' you?
I only as far as gratitude & awe
confidently & absolutely go.
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I have no idea whether we live again.
It doesn't seem likely
from either the scientific or the philosophical
point of view
but certainly all things are possible to you.
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and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection
appearances to Peter
and to Paul
as I believe I sit in this blue chair.
Only that may have been a special case
to establish their initiatory faith.
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Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement.
May I stand until death forever at attention
for any your least instruction or enlightenment.
I even feel sure you will assist me again,
Master of insight & beauty.
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Denise Levertov
1923-1997
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Flickering Mind
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Lord, not you
it is I who am absent
At first
belief was a joy I kept in secret,
stealing alone
into sacred places:
a quick glance, and away - and back,
circling.
I have long since uttered your name
but now
I elude your presence.
I stop
to think about you, and my mind
at once
like a minnow darts away,
darts
into the shadows, into gleams that fret
unceasing over
the river's purling and passing.
Not for one second
will my self hold still, but wanders
anywhere,
everywhere it can turn.  Not you,
it is I am absent.
You are the stream, the fish, the light,
the pulsing shadow,
you the unchanging presence, in whom all
moves and changes.
How can I focus my flickering, perceive
at the fountain's heart
the sapphire I know is there.
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Allen Ginsburg
1926-1997
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Psalm III
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To God: to illuminate all men.
Beginning with Skid Road.
Let Occidental and Washington be transformed into a
 higher place,
 the plaza of eternity.
Illuminate the welders in shipyards with
the brilliance of their torches.
Let the crane operator lift up his arm for joy.
Let elevators creak and speak,
ascending and descending in awe.
Let the mercy of the flower's direction
beckon in the eye.
Let the straight flower bespeak its purpose
in straightness - to seek the light.
Let the crooked flower bespeak its purpose
in crookedness - to seek the light.
Let the crookedness and the straightness
bespeak the light.
Let Puget Sound be a blast of light.
I feed on your Name like a cockroach on
a crumb - this cockroach is holy.
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                                     Seattle, June, 1956
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Joseph Awad
1929-2009
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For Jude's Lebanon
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It is said he was a relative of Jesus,
That his apostolate
Was to the land we know as Lebanon,
That he gave his blood for Christ.
What wonders did he perform
To win the Barnum & Bailey blurb,
"Patron saint of the impossible."
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I'm beginning a novena to St. Jude.
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His lone epistle opens lovingly:
"Jude, the servant of Jesus Christ
And brother of James, to be called
Who have been loved in God the Father
And preserved for Christ Jesus,
Mercy and peace and love
Be yours in abundance."
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I'm beginning a novena to St. Jude.
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He had a poet's way with words.
Evil, sensual men he called
"Wild wave of the sea,
Foaming up their shame,
Wandering stars for whom
The storm of darkness
Has been reserved forever."
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I'm beginning a novena to St. Jude.
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In Lebanon there is loud lamentation.
Beirut, once beautiful Beirut,
Bloodied by Christian, Jew and Druze,
Weeps like a wound just under the
world's heart.
Pontius Pilates in world capitals
Wash their hands, pronouncing solemnly,
"The situation is impossible."
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I'm beginning a novena to St. Jude.
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