And to the man [God] said . . . “Cursed is the ground in its separation of you. In pain you will eat from it all the days of your life; Thorns and thistles shall come out towards you and you will eat plants of the field. In sweat of your nose you will eat bread until you return to the ground.
Remember, apart from us you took. Therefore, you are dust and to dust you will return” – Genesis 3:17-19
Dust. Ash. It’s such gritty, grimy gunk. It gets stuck under your nails, it stains your clothes. When the grass withers, all that is left is dust. When the fire stops burning all that remains is ash. But today – I receive this gritty, grimy gunk and I put it on my forehead – where all the world will see it.
Ashes on my forehead and dust in my veins.
See, the secret of the Garden of Eden, the one we miss in our cookie-cutter Sunday school class, is the placement of the trees. The tree of life may be at the center of the garden, the place where all life comes forth. But what about the other tree? Where did it come from? Well, if you talk to a well-studied Rabbi (or the early fathers of our faith) you might be surprised to know that the other tree grew outside the garden (I know, it’s easily missed); in the garden of our hearts. And so we ate apart from God. We took from a fruit that grew within us, and not within God’s life-garden.
And so, God reminded Adam – reminds us – that are hearts are nothing more than dust. Our minds are nothing more than dust. Our souls are nothing more than dust. Our blood is nothing more than dust. And to the dust, we will return.
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This post is going to be different. I’m not the most transparent person. Maybe it’s a personality trait (INFJ all the way), or maybe I just didn’t develop in this area as I should have. Whatever the reason, writing down my thoughts, feelings, and reflections seems to be the most raw version of me. Here, in black ink, and white pages, the inner abstract becomes an external concrete. And it’s that what every scribe wants?
Therefore, this post is going to be different. I’m not going to assume some voice, or analyze some biblical passage. Instead, I will simply offer me on this Epiphany.
For those of you who don’t know – Epiphany is the day the church celebrates the arrival of the Magi to a two-year-old Jesus. The Christmas season which is 12 days long (or 14 depending on your tradition) is ended. While we have awaited something during Advent, then celebrated a child’s birth in Christmastide, it isn’t until this day that we recognize, as the church, who He really is. Before today, he was the “with us God”. But today, we know who he is. He is our King. He is the Messiah. He is our teacher. He is our prophet. He is our priest. He is our groom. And we are his disciples, his bride. He is coming to save, redeem, make-right, and complete the tear within the world: the tears within our lives.
Today, we collectively have an Epiphany.
Continue reading “Epiphany: My Search for My King”
A note on the following:
First, this post is meant to be performed, therefore, the written form is missing an important element: Herod’s paranoia. When I perform this, the “craziness” starts to come out about half-way through and builds and builds until the end. So when reading, remember that there is a very unstable voice behind the words. Herod was brilliant – but he died a very sick man.
Second, everything written is meant to be historically accurate. But for the purposes of simplicity, I wrote this with the omission of the Hasmonean Dynasty. Since only people who have studied Second Temple Judaism would be aware of it’s existence and political influence. Therefore, every time you see and asterisk*, know that I am referencing the Davidic monarchy instead of the recent Hasmonean one.
Advent with King Herod: Peace
History has not been kind to me. And you, you people here in the pews are the ones who turned me into a villain. You have turned me into an old, fat King who gave orders to kill your favored child, the alleged King of the Jews. I have to scoff at that. There is no such thing as a King of the Jews, nor will there ever be! You call him a king? I’m not even a King, yet your silly Holy Book calls me one. So let me set the record straight. Maybe you care to hear my side of the story. My name is “King” Herod, and what I did – I did for peace.
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From the time I was old enough to help out my mother, my mom had a favored topic of conversation: pregnancy. She had trouble conceiving – so I grew up hearing about how I was her miracle child. I was conceived late in her life. And as I grew up, she told me how she related to the matriarchs of old. She told me she was like Sarah, who wanted a child. But it wasn’t until Sarah accepted the child God wanted that she bore one. She told me she was like Hannah, who wanted a child so bad that she was accused of being drunk as she prayed for a son. So my mother, being a godly woman, prayed that same prayer Hannah prayed. She asked for a child that was within God’s plan. Not for one that she wanted. I was the result and my name is Mary.
Not only did I grow up hearing about my mother’s barrenness – but I also heard about it from my cousin Elizabeth who we visited every year after the barley harvest. Although Elizabeth is my cousin, she is my mother’s age – the child of my mother’s oldest sister. And Elizabeth and my mother held something in common: they simply struggled to conceive.
Continue reading “Advent with Mary: Joy”
Out of all the people in our Holy Book, I think I might be one of the most mysterious. People debate about me all the time. Some say that I was young, in my early twenties, when I decided to marry. After all, that is when the average man got married in my day. Then others say that I was older when I married her, that it was my second marriage, that I already had a few kids by my first wife who died young.
Some say I was a well-learned man, that I had a formal education, that I taught my son the Law. Then others claim that I didn’t know much at all, at least in book smarts. The truth is, you don’t read much about me in scripture at all. My name is Joseph, the carpenter. And I am the earthly father of Jesus Christ.
If you came here today seeking the details of my life, I must confess, you will be disappointed. But if you came to hear to listen to my story – and the struggle I’ve been in – then maybe you won’t be disappointed at all.
Continue reading “Advent with Joseph: Love”
This is intended to be performed as a monologue for the first week of Advent:
“Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you” – no that doesn’t sound right. “Greetings.” Clears throat. “Greetings. Behold, you will conceive and bear a son” I’ve delivered a lot of messages in my lifetime. More than you can imagine – most of them have never been recorded, not even in your holy text. But this message, this new message I’ve been practicing is confounding even for me: the ever-watchful Gabriel, one of the 7 archangels of heaven.
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Psalm 36: A Personal Translation
REBELLION utters, like a prophet, to the wickedness in the secret places of my heart. There is no fear of God in front of his eyes. For REBELLION flatters himself in his own eyes finding his CROOKEDNESS not hated. The words of his uttering are CROOKED and treachery. He does not act insightfully towards goodness. He plots CROOKEDNESS upon his bed and he stands upon a path that is not good. He does not reject evil.
Oh Lord! Your COVENENTAL SUBSTANCE is in the heavens! Your faithfulness extends into the clouds. Your righteousness is like the high places. Your judgments are like a great deep. Man and animal alike, the Lord saves from REBELLION.
What COVENENTAL SUBSTANCE, God! That sons of man, that we, take refuge in the shadow of your Law. We are saturated from the fat given in sacrifice in your house. And from a stream of Eden you allow us to drink. For with you is a spring of life. In your light, we will see light.
Your COVENENTAL SUBSTANCE pulls the ones who know toward you. And your righteousness pulls our hearts to standing heart. Do not let a foot of pride come to me. And do not let the hand of wickedness lead me to wander! There, the makers of Crookedness are fallen. They have been laid down and have not been able to stand.
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I would love to introduce you to two obscure characters within the Old Testament. These abstract characters do not have names and you won’t see them pictured in a children’s Bible. However, they are present nonetheless. In fact, they are in almost every biblical narrative. And much like the cartoons that display an angel on one shoulder with a devil on the other, so too do these entities exist; only they do not reside on our shoulders. I will call our hero, Chesed (חסד). And the villain, I will call Pesha (פשע).
Now this villain, this Pesha, cannot fully be understood by himself because he is intimately linked with his two brothers. One younger, and one older. And this brotherhood is known as sin. The first brother is named Chata (חטא), but here, I will call him Offense. We encounter Offense all over the Old Testament. Offense is the most basic understanding of sin: this brother demonstrates that something is not right between God and man, or between man and man. And this disordered relationships is known as Offense. Offense was present when the Isrealites circled around a golden calf, and so, the Levitical Law was born to combat against it.
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I will always remember the first time I fell in love with the Bible. I don’t remember how young I was, maybe fifth or sixth grade. I was sitting in bed as my Dad tucked me in at night. Maybe I was asking a question about the Sunday School lesson that I heard that day. Or maybe I was confused over something that I read in the Bible. I don’t remember exactly what I asked, but I will always remember his strange response. He told me a story:
“Sarah,” he stated calmly, “Do you know that Yellowstone is a super volcano and when it erupts it will end America?”
I think my face must have crinkled, “Umm . . . I didn’t know that. That’s kind of scary.”
He smiled back at me, but kept going. “Imagine that Yellowstone Park erupted today and buried half the United States in lava. Imagine that the rest of the country perished due to starvation as ash covered the continent. Civilization would cease and it would be decades before plants could grow again. Imagine that after the destruction no one came back to the US for hundreds of years. In fact, imagine that our English language is lost, our culture forgotten, and our artifacts buried deep in the earth. Imagine that the internet was forgotten and our way of life passed out of existence.”
This was getting pretty heavy for my pre-teen self – but I kept listening.
Continue reading “Biblical Imagery: A Simple Antidote”
“The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground . . . In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.” -Genesis 2:9
We live in a time and culture that questions God. We question why bad things happen to good people. We question why there is suffering in a world when there is a loving God. Essentially, we wonder why God allowed there to be a tree in the middle of a garden that we couldn’t eat from called, The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
I mean, really God? Why would you do that to us? It’s like saying “Don’t think of a pink elephant” and then instantly asking, “What are you thinking about?”
To which the only answer can be, “A pink elephant . . . obviously.” For there was no other option given. However, that is not the world that God created in the garden. For God created two trees in the middle of the garden. There was the infamous Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, but more importantly, there was also the Tree of Life.
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I have always been fascinated by the recurrence of Serpents in Ancient Near Eastern literature (this is the literature that matches the Bible in both geography and time). I have also found myself frustrated with views that place the Serpent in Genesis 3 as Satan (something that was not a concept at the writing of Genesis) as well has being frustrated with those who say that the Serpent is nothing more than an animal. For Serpents were seen as cunning agents of wisdom – something that comes to light when one reads ancient literature. Therefore, I decided to give the Serpent that is displayed in Ancient literature (including Genesis) a voice.
The following story is told from the Serpent’s perspective. And this Serpent combines three famous Serpents into one character. These serpents come from Genesis, The Epic of Gilgamesh, and Atrahasis. Some readers may have a problem in the way I approach the subject becaue I do not start the story at Genesis. To this, I will answer that I approach the subject as the scribe going throughout the major written works and putting them in written order. My intent it to give modern readers an ancient understanding of what snakes were and how that image influenced the philosophy of the Serpent. So without further ado, I would like to introduce you to: The Serpent.
I’m disappointed in you. I’m sad that I need an introduction to be recognized. Is it true that you don’t know who I am? After all, I am very familiar with you.
Oh how far you’ve fallen!
Allow me to tell you my proliferate history: I once knew all the ancient gods, I knew their names and I knew when they were born. I knew what gods loved what goddesses, and who lusted after whom. But most importantly, I knew who wanted to kill who. And . . . if it was in my best interest – I may have been known to assist in those deaths. (Always behind closed doors of course.) And yet . . . you still don’t recognize me. You and I share an intimate history, yet . . . you don’t remember me at all? Am I not worth remembrance?
I go by many names. I have been called Cunning. I have been called Wise. But you – you pitiful creatures – call me Serpent, reducing me to nothing more than a dumb beast that wanders the land! To be nothing more than one line in your holy book!
Oh how far I’ve fallen!
Continue reading “Forgotten: Giving Voice to the Genesis Serpent”