“Holy Spirit” (Hidegard of Bingen)

Holy Spirit,
giving life to all life,
moving all creatures,
Root of all things,
washing them clean,
wiping out their mistakes,
healing their wounds,
You are our true life,
luminous, wonderful,
awakening the heart
from its ancient sleep.


The Word into Flesh…

“Fear is the polio of the soul. Faith is the life based on unseen realities; it is the word become flesh.” 

Clarence Jordan

As followers of Jesus our prime mission, as both individuals and collectively as Church, should be to allow the Spirit to turn the “Word into flesh.”

Church has become an insulating place where people come to hide from the world when in truth it should be a place where we come together to worship God, get refreshed and fed, pray, break Bread, and THEN get up and go out into the world to do Kingdom work. If we surrendered so deeply and passionately to the Spirit we would find ourselves truly becoming the Word turned to flesh and our very lives and lifestyles would draw people to God.

Preach the Gospel, live compassion, show mercy, serve the poor and marginalized, love the loveless and unlovely – THAT is what Church should be collectively and what followers of Jesus should be individually.

I fear the Church – in both its striving for cultural relevance and in its historical rigidity – is fast becoming the greatest barrier to people growing in love with Jesus.  The very vehicle for the Kingdom of God to be built on earth has become the very stumbling block to that mandate. And I say this as a Catholic deeply in love with and sometimes dismayed by the Church.

We should seek to turn the Word into flesh (and thanks to Rob Bell for the imagery), but I am starting to sense that far too many in leadership are turning the ‘flesh into word’. Some Christian leaders – Catholic and evangelical – are confusing following Jesus with turning the faith into a weapon for a culture war. The truths of God seen through the lens of fear turn only into fundamentalism and spiritual poison creating communities of intolerance and rigidity that leave no room for God’s lavish and messy grace.

I go to both Mass at a small, but sacred space, in a small town 75 miles outside of Washington, DC and I also occasionally attend a modern fellowship affiliated with The Brethren Church, so my eyes and ears are attuned to both sides of the Christian perspective as well as the modern and the historical and sometimes I am sickened by the ‘Ken and Barbie’ approach to faith. I fear that Jesus is indeed being preached but I do not always see the Word being turned into flesh.

Jesus loved the unlovely and the so-called unlovable, but would the people who are truly considered that way by the culture at large even feel at home in either of the churches I attend? Honestly, and surprisingly, they would most likely feel at home in the Catholic Mass (with its thousand plus year old tradition) rather than the hipster evangelical church.

If the addicted, the lonely, the traumatized and the modern-day ‘unclean’ are not ‘flocking’ to us the way they did to Jesus then I fear we are blocking the Spirit and preventing the Word being turned into flesh. For as Clarence Jordan’s translation of the Gospels (The Cotton Patch Gospels) says in his translation of John 1: “for the Word became flesh and came and pitched His tent among us.”

Jesus came to pitch his tent – his very being – among us. God came to us, not the other way around. But sometimes we Jesus followers forget that truth and we have smoke and mirrors and flash in the pan in the hopes that the broken and wounded will come to us. The mandate of the Church is clear: we are the ones who in imitation of Christ go to the world; it is an error of omission if we couch potato our faith, waiting to go, waiting for the call, when the call has already been given.

God, as revealed in Scriptures, is a mission God – One who comes to us and then sends us to those He hungers to draw close. God has been coming to us and sending us since He revealed Himself to Moses, and culminated in Jesus (Emmanuel – God with us).

The Word became flesh and pitched His tent among us so that we, while filled with the Spirit, might become a community where we become the Word (turned) into flesh.

Are we turning the flesh into word…or allowing the Spirit to turn us into the Word into flesh?

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Here is a Link to Pope Benedict’s recent message on living the faith, keeping it simple and joyful. 

Rez Farm – a dream of God

Rez Farm will be an experiment in faith & community for ordinary people loving an extraordinary God. It will be a place and space for seekers, everyday radicals, the lost, the lonely, the broken, the beautiful, the marginalized, and the rejected.

Rez Farm, through the Spirit, will ‘flesh out’ God’s love and compassion as a living invitation to follow Jesus and to love people.

Rez Farm will be a place to “cultivate Resurrection” – a place for new beginnings, to give and find healing, to practice all the Works of Mercy.

Rez Farm is a dream of a community and a mountain retreat that is a mixture of a few different influences from people who have inspired us and are changing the world for God’s Kingdom. We will offer hospitality in the spirit of the Catholic Worker Houses of Hospitality & Farms. We will embrace the inclusiveness of the L’Arche Community, and in time will offer retreats in the manner of Dayspring Retreat Center.

Rez Farm will be a safe haven for people to seek and share compassion, service, and healing through living, giving and receiving God’s ‘crazy’ love, messy grace & lavish mercy.

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Rez Farm is here to Cultivate Resurrection!

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A Word on the Name…

“REZ” is short for Resurrection (because through the resurrection of Jesus we can all find resurrection from our past); and for Reservation (as in “the rez”) – a place for the Tribe of Jesus to come find and give Resurrection.

“FARM” because as a noun,“Farm” means a tract of land, usually with a house, barn, silo, etc., on which crops and often livestock are raised for livelihood. But as a VERB, “Farm” means to cultivate (as in land and in our case Resurrection).

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Pray for Rez Farm!  Pray it comes to be as God’s Dream, pray for your part in it, pray with us and come be Tribe with us as God birth’s this Dream…

For more information contact Niles at earthymonk@gmail.com.

God’s Will? Fugetaboutit

I am learning it again, one of those lessons that I think I know (as in, “I got it Lord, now you can stop”) but then I’m reminded that I am due for a serious ‘refresher’ course.  And the lesson is this: God’s specific will and plan for my life will not be given beforehand.  And in trying to discern it, I fall into the trap of perfection: that I must be whole, perfect, arrived, etc., before God will ever use me or reveal to me his plan.  Nope.  Sorry.

I am learning, once again through God’s disturbing grace, only those who have fallen down, can ever truly know what “up” is; only those who have failed miserably can ever truly know what “success” looks like; and only those who are cracked and wounded can ever really know what healing truly is.

And part of this truth involves something I have struggled with for 25 years: God’s will for my life.  I am learning something that I want to share with you: forget about ‘knowing’ God’s will for your life.  Very few people in this world, in the Sacred Scriptures, in the Communion of Saints before (and those that will come after us) have ever received the full blue print plan for their lives…much less even the 5 year plan!  So give it up.

Example: God called a man and woman named Abram and Sarai, to pack up everything (their entire lives) and to set out to a strange land!  God did not say to them, “so, here’s your itinerary, here is where you will stop, here is what you will do, here is the specific plan.”  Nope.  And do you really think if Abram knew he was going to have his named changed through trial, error and circumstance, do you really think he would have done it?  OK, Abram, I’m going to finally give you a son in your old age, then I’m going to ask you to murder him.  Right God.  I’ll jump right on that.

Knowing can in certain ways be deadly, because too much knowledge makes us too self-reliant.  And we are called to be God-reliant.

So instead Abram and Sarai listen to God in that moment; they listen to the Lord say, “pack your bags, start walking and trust me, stay close to me so that when the next thing occurs you will be intimate enough with me and trust me enough to hear and do.”

In 2012, most of us would call that absolutely crazy and downright asinine.  But I call it sane.  And so does God.  Because most of my life I’ve had two occurrences: one is the ‘notion’ that I am called to be a servant-healer and two, it is to be amongst those at the edges of life – the poor, downtrodden, the neglected, the invisible.  No blue print (although I do have a Dream planted by God in my heart called Rez Farm).  No road map saying: go here, go there.  Oh yes, I am taking issue with people who say the Bible is a road map…it has some road map-like qualities to it, but it is so much more: it is a love story between God and God’s people; it is not some picture perfect blueprint.  And if it is, then let’s not forget about all the adulterers, sinners, thieves, whores, orphans, weaklings, connivers and murderers that God used to change the course of human history and those same ones God called friend, apple my his eye, his beloved.

I have more often than not fumbled my way into grace and stumbled upon God’s will through the messiness of it all more than I have through having some angelic heavenly revelation.  It’s true.  I have discovered more of God’s will for my life when I’m on the ground after falling headfirst and tending to my bloody knees than I have in some safe place, surrounded by the frozen chosen.

It is precisely in the times of so-called failure, darkness, despair, and even misery that I have been in a place to actually hear God’s voice saying to me “I love you, now come over this way.”  Or “Keep doing what you are doing…I know it hurts, but all growth involves some element of pain.”

So I fumble forward into the grace of God and I fall ‘upward’ into his will and desires for me.  It ain’t always pretty and I am so far from any sense of perfection.  But I am seeking: God’s face, God’s heart, his grace and mercy.  I am asking God for the sense of place and purpose and the strength and openness to receive and give his tender mercies to others.  I am a messy, bumbling fumbling channel for the love of God found in Jesus…but still no “Plan.”

We don’t get “the Plan” in advance, beloved.

In order to “get” it at all, one thing we must do is stay close to Jesus, (so we learn to love and trust him more and so we can actually hear his voice).  Although not necessarily a blueprint, we do however get promises and some loving commands: Jesus is always with us whether or not we see or feel it; we are to take up our cross’; we are to love our neighbors and our enemies; we are to become servants; intimacy come with and through prayer; etc, etc.

It is vital to remember that Jesus never said don’t make mistakes, in truth, trusting him and taking risk for the Kingdom are steps of faith and with faith mountains can me moved and God Dreams can come to fruition.  And forget being perfect in following Jesus.  Oh yes, I know the Scripture that says “be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect,” but the word used for ‘perfect’ is often mistranslated because the word Jesus uses means “mature” rather than to be without error.  So that particular Scripture could be written “be mature as your heavenly Father is mature,” which means don’t be childish, selfish, petty, rude, etc.

So when it comes to knowing God’s specific will and plan for your life: Fugetaboutit!

As the Spanish proverb so says: “the Way is made along the Way.”  So, pack your bags, say a prayer, and start walking…and never forget this truth: as long as you are following Jesus, although you may not know exactly where you are going, you will never be lost.

“The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out” (Brennan Manning)

 “Because salvation is by grace through faith, I believe that among the countless number of people standing in front of the throne and in front of the Lamb, dressed in white robes and holding palms in their hands (see Revelation 7:9), I shall see the prostitute from the Kit-Kat Ranch in Carson City, Nevada, who tearfully told me that she could find no other employment to support her two-year-old son. I shall see the woman who had an abortion and is haunted by guilt and remorse but did the best she could faced with grueling alternatives; the businessman besieged with debt who sold his integrity in a series of desperate transactions; the insecure clergyman addicted to being liked, who never challenged his people from the pulpit and longed for unconditional love; the sexually abused teen molested by his father and now selling his body on the street, who, as he falls asleep each night after his last ‘trick’, whispers the name of the unknown God he learned about in Sunday school.

‘But how?’ we ask.

Then the voice says, ‘They have washed their robes and have made them white in the blood of the Lamb.’

There they are. There we are – the multitude who so wanted to be faithful, who at times got defeated, soiled by life, and bested by trials, wearing the bloodied garments of life’s tribulations, but through it all clung to faith.

My friends, if this is not good news to you, you have never understood the gospel of grace.”