Monday, April 15, 2024

Let Us Begin Again

Let us begin again, again,
not from the beginning,
but with beginnings
and chapters and episodes
and passages in mind,
at heart.

Let us begin again
with losses in mind--
heartbreaks, failures, griefs--
bearing being-healed scars
that shape us even as we
step ever forward. 

Let us begin again
with satisfying graces at heart--
joys, experiences, love--
bearing gratitude and laughter
that season our outlook
in the face of uncertainties.

Let us live today
present to this moment
and at once mindful of all
that has come before--
whatever has brought us
to this hour, this passage,
this crux in our journey.

Let us begin again
in hope.


John Franklin Hay
Indybikehiker@gmail.com
Instagram.com/johnfranklinhay

Friday, March 29, 2024

Good Friday


Love held him there.

Not obligation. 

Not calculation.

Not fulfillment.

Not satisfaction.

Not substitution.

Not contract.

Not blood sacrifice.

Not justice.

Not evil.

Not promises.

Not quid pro quo.

Not impotence.

Not toughness.

Not foolishness.

Not defiance.

Not will.

Not exhaustion.

Not resignation.

Just love.

Love held him there.



John Franklin Hay
Indybikehiker@gmail.com
Instagram.com/johnfranklinhay

Monday, January 8, 2024

Gifts of Winter

 Parker J. Palmer says winters will drive you crazy until you learn to get out into them. 


I've been going back over Parker J. Palmer's little book, Let Your Life Speak. It's about vocation and calling. I don't know how many copies I've given away. I gave the copy I was currently reading to a wait staff at a cafe recently after she inquired about it—its title and content seemed to speak to her. It's that kind of book.  

As I took a long bicycle ride north of Indianapolis over the weekend, I remembered something of this fuller quote. I'm grateful to Parker for sharing his own story and offering insights like what follows.  They help me in small and large ways.  Maybe they'll speak to you, too.

WINTER GIFTS.  “Winter in the Upper Midwest is a demanding season—and not everyone appreciates the discipline.  It is a season when death’s victory can seem supreme: few creatures stir, plants do not visibly grow, and nature feels like our enemy.  And yet the rigors of winter, like the diminishments of autumn, are accompanied by amazing gifts.”

DEEP REST.  “One gift is beauty.  I am not sure that any sight or sound on earth is as exquisite as the hushed descent of a sky full of snow.  Another gift is the reminder that times of dormancy and deep rest are essential to all living things.”

UTTER CLARITY.  “But for me, winter has an even greater gift to give.  It is the gift of utter clarity.  In winter, one can walk into the woods that had been opaque with summer growth only a few months earlier and see the trees clearly, singly and together, and see the ground they are rooted in.  Winter clears the landscape, however brutally, giving us a chance to see ourselves and each other more clearly, to see the very ground of our being.”

GET OUT MORE.  “Our outward winters take many forms—failure, betrayal, depression, death.  But every one of them…yields to the same advice: ‘The winters will drive you crazy until you learn to get out into them.’  Until we enter boldly into the fears we most want to avoid, those fears will dominate our lives.”

TRUSTWORTHY.  “But when we walk directly into them—protected from frostbite by the warm garb of friendship and inner discipline or spiritual guidance—we can learn what they have to teach us.  Then we discover once again that the cycle of the seasons is trustworthy and life-giving, even in the most dismaying season of all.”

From Let Your Life Speak by Parker Palmer, Jossey-Bass, 2000.

Saturday, December 30, 2023

New Year Resolutions: The Beatitudes?

 They may not qualify as resolutions, but the Beatitudes invite us to radical living in a New Year


Thinking about New Year resolutions, I somehow leap to the Beatitudes, that list of eight striking "blessings" or "attitudes" (or whatever they are) that Matthew 5:1-12 attributes to Jesus in what is called the Sermon the Mount.

I mull over whether or not the Beatitudes qualify as resolutions. I don't think they do, per se, but the New Year certainly offers an opportunity to consider embracing their challenges as an invitation to radical living.

Here are the Beatitudes:

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

A few reflections as I think about the Beatitudes in light of New Year resolutions:

1. They go to the heart of what Jesus said and lived.

2. A Beatitude seems likely to be considered a "blessing" only when we have lived through the tough circumstances to which it is a gracious response.  When we respond in Beatitude responses, we will know we have embraced them.

3. The Beatitudes are radical. They connect to the deepest human passions and life circumstances. They point to gut-wrenching realities of life: poverty and emptiness, loss and grieving, powerlessness and social contempt, spiritual hunger and yearning for right to prevail (justice), seeing needy persons being treated unjustly and neglected, bitter division and violence, religious persecution, insults, gossip, and false accusations.  It seems to me that only grace can conceive of and make possible the radical outlook and actions described in the Beatitudes.

4. It is typical to learn the Beatitudes—to have memorized them and be able to quote them. This is often as far as it goes in Christian catechism or Sunday School. But, like the Ten Commandments or the Lord’s Prayer, familiarity does not mean we understand them or joyfully cultivate them as a heart and life orientation. Compliant and eager to be an ideal Christian as I was as a child, I remember questioning the practical expression of most of the Beatitudes. It was easier to just recite them and keep them as stained glass phrases. As I have continued to revisit them, my understanding and appreciation has increased, but they are no less challenging five decades later. 

5. The Beatitudes run counter to American machismo and status quo. They unsettle presumptions of consumer Christianity. On the surface, the Beatitudes seem to be a set-up for certain failure in a society that apparently rewards rugged individualism, conformity to sameness, upward mobility, the appearance of mental or physical toughness, and a thoroughly materialistic and self-indulging orientation to value and action. Dig deeper in the Beatitudes and it gets increasingly difficult to straddle kingdoms. What emerges is that Jesus actually declares people blessed whom Western civilization has over two millennia come to despise or disparage. Jesus’ life in word and action is, in one way or another, verification that his is an upside down kingdom, an invitation to downward mobility, and an lifting up of all who sorrow, who are relegated to the margins.

6. Finally, the Beatitudes call for what Brennan Manning called “ruthless trust.” Because the blessedness or results described in the Beatitudes seem so far-fetched or distant, they call for ruthless trust in the invitation, worldview, Kingdom order, and certain future Jesus describes. As Manning puts it: “Faith in the person of Jesus and hope in his promise means that his voice, echoing and alive in the Gospels, has supreme and sovereign authority over our lives.” Does it get any more radical than that?

It seems appropriate to consider the Beatitudes on the first day of the New Year. While we wish each other a Happy New Year, we might do better to offer each other a prayer for Beatitude grace. May we exercise the ruthless trust to see them come to fruition in our hearts, lives, and world.

John Franklin Hay

Tuesday, December 26, 2023

Last to Arrive?

 Shall we take our place among the unlikely visitors at a stable in Bethlehem?


At the end of the Christmas season and on Epiphany (January 6 marks the visit of the Magi and Light to all people), I think about the continuing, unusual draw of unlikely people to an unlikely place in the heart—Bethlehem—and I offer the following poem:


First, census-compelled throngs
swell the local populace,
burgeoning homes and hostels
with not-so-welcome guests.

Then, a man and pregnant young woman
arrive, seeking vainly for a room.
Bedding down in a stable,
their boy is born among livestock.

Later in the night, gnarled shepherds
traipse in, finding their way
to the mangered newborn,
just as an angel had told them.

How much later we do not know, Magi
come with gracious gifts,
following a star that draws them
from beyond any traceable map.

And later still, from the four corners
of earth and time, we make our trek.
Are we the last to arrive
at the gathering in Bethlehem?

Years from now, until the end of ages,
more will be drawn and find the One
whose birth angels once proclaimed
and so shall forevermore.

Monday, November 6, 2023

Thanksgiving

This holiday is for all that we
Take for granted,
Assume as a given,
Absent-mindedly overlook,
Claim as our God-given right.

This holiday if for all those we
Unnecessarily criticize,
Agitate with our demands,
Impatiently rush,
Regularly impose upon.

This holiday is for all that we
By-pass in our drivenness,
Go out of our way to avoid,
Carelessly forget,
Thoughtlessly leave out.

This holiday is for all things we
Receive as gracious gifts,
Share as common ground,
Express as transcendent grace,
Return in praise to God.




John Franklin Hay 
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

www.johnfranklinhay.blogspot.com

@johnfranklinhay@threads.net

Instagram.com/johnfranklinhay


Monday, October 2, 2023

Halloween Draws Near

 

Halloween draws near.
Spooks prepare,
Fiends are giddy
For the haul they’ll make.

Cautious guardians
Tame the gore—
Go for cutesy
Over alarming.

What is Superman
To the lore
Of walking dead
And restless demons?

Why Wonder Woman
When vampires
Swoop low, lurk near,
Searching tender veins?

The evening calls for
Fright and fear
And ghastly tricks
Stemmed alone by treats.

Dare to scare each house.
Strike cold fear.
Intimidate.
Demand sweet payoff.

Do not Trick or Treat
With sweetness
In cute costumes.
No! Command ransom!

Let consequences
Threaten all
Who choose to hide
Behind darkened doors.

And let ghouls enjoy
Their bounty,
Sweets transforming
Gaunted into saints.

For another year
Evil’s tide
May be staved by
Happy Halloween!


John Franklin Hay
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA 
www.johnfranklinhay.blogspot.com
www.twitter.com/indybikehiker 
indybikehiker@gmail.com

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