Wildfires and hurricanes to the left of us,
White Supremacists to the right,
and we’re stuck here in the middle with the virus and you.

*with apologies to Gerry Rafferty

He would never tell his congregation
for whom to vote, but, from the pulpit,
he told them to vote and he did it, not

just on constitutional grounds but for
biblical reasons citing justice, mercy
and compassion in a flawed demo-

cratic republic. He said that we don’t
live out our faith in a vacuum but in
the political and economic systems

in which we live. Firebrand, young,
evangelical professors at the local
university vehemently opposed the

preacher saying it is their privilege
as Christians not to vote, not to
participate in the secular city. That

was fifty years ago. What would
they say today?

He’s watching on TV a commercial of the
corporation Volvo using the Peter Seeger
protest song Hard Times in the Mill.

An’ every night when I go home
A piece o’ cornbread an’ an ol’ jawbone
It’s hard times in the mill my love
Hard times in the mill

You, too, can drive off in style away
from that gosh darn mill and all the hard
times there, just don’t spill the cornbread
on the leather seats and don’t drop the
jawbone because it will stain the leather.
Yes, for just the right price you can leave
that gosh darn mill and all the hard times
there for the safety of all-wheel drive.

Ain’t it enough to break your heart
Have to work all day, an’ at night it’s dark
It’s hard times in the mill my love
Hard times in the mill.

Remember, you, too, can drive away
from that Hard Times Mill
in a vehicle with the best safety
rating of any car on the market.
Think about the safety of your
children as you all drive away from
that gosh-darn, hard-times mill.

Okay, the false scandal of the cross
is the misguided (really obscene)
notion that God made Jesus suffer
humiliation, torture and an agonizing

death as a God-head substitute for
us in our depravity so that we can
just accept and go to heaven when
we die. Okay, that makes God a sadist/

masochist hurting self and a separate
Trinitarian self/person simultaneously
and it makes us more than happy to
accept divine intervention for what it is —

cheap grace. On the other hand, the
scandal of the cross is that God cared
so much for the creation that God emp-
tied self in a sacrificial act of suffering

humiliation, torture and an agonizing
death to identify with the creation’s
suffering and to call a grateful humanity
to do the same for all suffering humanity

with the truly scandalous notion that
such sacrificial suffering unto death
for the sake of the creation is the way
to life. Seriously? You want to take a

chance on that, make a bet on that?
Really? Is it any wonder that we keep
choosing cheap for a heaven that looks
a hell of a lot more like hell?

He spends time getting in the meditative
mood, reading meditations by renowned
writers, reading poetry and he’s almost
ready to do his thirty minutes of deep
breathing and he’s pretty sure this time
it’s going to result in a zen-like experience
when he looks up from the computer and
sees the neighbor walk by, the one who
caused so much trouble in the association
because he wanted everything for himself
and his super Christian, evangelical, right-
eous, rightwing family in a way that would
be “just so,” and the worst might be that
he and they are all graduates of the same
college so then he asks himself, Where
did my meditative posture of peace just go —
Om?

The one percent of one percent
are making money hand over fist.

A different one percent of one per-
cent are those fortunate enough to

hear how much their lives matter
to the lives of others. It’s just a

guess but the point is that we are
not very good at telling others

things that we really love about
them. Which one percent of one

percent would you choose? Your
choice. Oh, but then there are all

of us in-between who, on a spec-
trum from one one percent of one

percent to the other one percent
of one percent, go from really

greedy to unbelievably affirming
and in which direction are we

moving? There isn’t a tsunami
or tidal wave of love heading

in the way of that one percent
of one percent. And then, of

course, there are all the wild-
fires and the constant corona

virus and race relations and…
no wonder the affirming persons

comprise only one percent of one
percent even if that’s just a guess.

Incredulous as to what nonsense
and drivel burst forth constant-
ly from the mouths of elected

officials and their staff members
and then to discover that these
same people have pedigrees from

Ivy League schools leaves the
man wondering if the country
wouldn’t be better off with

representatives proudly dis-
playing their sheepskins from
Integrity U, but unfortunately

there is no such place and there
is no guarantee that if there
were such a place and the legis-

lators had attended that they
could even get a 2 point grade
point average to graduate

except if they paid someone
to take the tests for them
which surely they would try.

He spent his time in
vocation as a leader,
but, for all of that,
he didn’t know the importance
until there was no leader.

He says he wants to live forever, 
just change outfits in a whimsical 

wish for immortality, perhaps a new 
pair of running shoes to accompany 

him on the trip. Wisdom smiles know-
ingly and accepts death and the resur-

rection of the body to the glory of 
being dust for him — living, breath-

ing Love infused dust, earth, humus 
that Wisdom can kick up in celebration 

and the runner can run through and Wisdom 
can cradle and soften the step as the runner 

wishfully imagines moving immortally 
in his new trail shoes up and down and 

round and round, out the door, up the 
street and onto the trail before dinner.

Needed rain forecast;
such a tease; no rain falling.
There is tomorrow.