Become a Follower of the Big Dude!

Meet the divine Dude in this blog. This Dude has had and seen his share of sacred shit. He's not afraid of it or of its language. I can't relate to a god that's been crucified, but I can relate to one whom my government has imprisoned and humiliated. I can relate to one who's been raped by his own holy men. I can relate to one who grew up playing baseball or soccer and who dated the Prom Queen. I can relate to the god who knows the working of corporate conglomerates, pimps, and teen-age girls who are pregnant. I can relate to the god who loves alcoholics and drug addicts just a tad more than wall street hotshots. This Dude thinks all of us are mortal particles in an ocean of sacred shit. This Dude recycles.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

The Word Made Flesh

"Just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I'll come running (dum, dum, dum) to see you again." Sometimes it's like that with the Big Dude or our Higher Power or the Universal Force (choose one). The other night I was feeling lonely and missing my children and family of origin. I asked for help (begged) and then I went out to walk my dog in the dark. A car stopped alongside me as I was walking on the edge of the road. The driver powered down the window and a woman I used to know called out, "Are you ok? I heard you were ill and, hey, just call me and I can come over and help, walk your dog or whatever." Hmmmm. The next morning, I went out again to walk my dog in a nearby field and I let her off leash so she could play. A woman entered the other end of the field and let her dog off the leash as well. Our dogs raced towards each other and we, the owners, waved at each other from afar and started wending our way towards each other. It was another old friend. We stood and talked for several minutes. She shared that her relationship had broken up and she'd been through a challenging time while our dogs raced around the field. I returned home energized and feeling "in touch" with my neighbors. I could add that last night I went out late at night and there was the same woman with her dog and we walked for 30 minutes or so catching up on everything that had happened in the last few years. I came in and checked email to find that my family of origin was going to play bridge online this Sunday. It's hard not to connect the dots. I felt lonely. I begged for help. Immediately, people appeared and events happened that invited into the human family. Sometmes God comes to us in human form to give us the comfort or help we need. Word made flesh, I'll come running (dum, dum, dum). And so it is. Roxie

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hope Springs Eternal

I've heard people say: Just when you think things can't get any worse, they DO. Sometimes. Sometimes, though, they get better! A check arrives that you weren't expecting, a stranger strikes up a conversation that changes the way you see things, your errant teen shows up with a dandelion the way he used to do when he was six.

Could it be that it's not entirely random? Could it be in the hope or lack thereof that the next event arises. If I'm thinking things can't get any worse, the subtext of that message is that they will get worse. If, instead, I say to myself: "Well, things are really crappy right now. I'd better ask the Big Dude or his equivalent to step in" The subtext of that message is that a miracle could happen.

So, why not go for the gusto and get up every morning saying: A miracle could happen today! Why don't we all try this as an experiment and let each other know what happens? Post your results as comments.

Here's Roxie's prediction: Miracles WILL happen. Miracles are always happening but you have to notice them, engage with them. If Jesus said to that guy who couldn't walk, "Hey, you, get up and walk." The guy could be thinking: "Well, that's not going to happen and so, he doesn't try." Or, maybe he's so engrossed in his own victim drama that he doesn't even hear the invitation. When you start the day believing a miracle COULD happen, you're looking for miracles. You're acknowledging that your life is bigger than your little story.

Me? I'm sitting here with a little vase waiting for that dandelion! Roxie