THEME: The unmasking of the unreal
THOUGHTS FOR REFLECTION
PRAYERS
Liberate us, O God, from that intensity of belief which prevents us
from laughing at our most sacred causes and grant that by using
your gift of humor wisely, we may increasingly be able to distinguish
between what is pretence and what is reality.
O God, who comes to us as both the holy fool and the solemn sage,
help us to hold in balance our humor and our intensity,
that we may neither relapse into destructive humor
nor irrelevant abstraction.
This we pray through the Spirit of liveliness
who invites us all to join life’s sacred dance.
O God, lighten our solemnity with laughter, our boredom with dancing and turn our work into joyful play; for you are the God of humor and the source of all playful creativity.
O God of work and play, give us both your humor and your sense of purpose that all our actions may reflect your justice and your joy.
HYMNS
I’m on the road to nowhere. (BL)
There’s a beautiful place in our minds. (BL)
When we find beauty. (BL)
The darkness and the light. (BL)
Not every day. (BL)
If you want to be happy. (Beatitudes) (BL)
How liberated are those. (Beatitudes chant) (BL & SE/MU)
There shall be life and love.
www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/boundlesslife
God gives the song.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
The spring will come again.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
How happy are those. (Beatitudes) (SE/MU)
CHORUSES (children’s)
Give me laughter.
http://www.methodist.org.nz/resources/hymns/the_mystery_telling
Life is for living now. (SYSJ)
Blow your whistle, beat your drum. (SYSJ)
POEMS / REFLECTIONS
THE PURSUIT OF THE PROFOUND
We experience the profound not so much because we have struggled to find it, but because we have trained our mind to be empty, allowing space for silence and stillness.
THE CHURCH COURT (caught?)
Laughter and tears
neighbored in my
uncomfortably attested
and bored mind –
laughter at
the wake
of able people
solemnly, seriously,
paternalistically
playing word games;
tears for their God-given
life-force neutered
by self-imposed sterility.
O God where have all the clowns gone?
REVERENCE AND HUMOR
Reverence the ancestors but be prepared to laugh at them.
Reverence yourself but also be willing to laugh at yourself.
Reverence the images of God but also allow yourself to laugh at them.
Without reverence we descend into banality.
Without humor we revert into idolatry.
It is usually only those who confuse the image of God
With the mystery of God who react violently
When the image becomes the source of humor.
TO PLAY
To play
is
to
be
in touch
with your body
your sense of fun
and delight,
your creativity
and your freedom.
To play is to care
for the CHILD
in your own heart
GRIM CLUTCHING
Life is not something to be clutched at,
hung on to grimly
but something to be lived
with joyous abandon,
shared,
enjoyed,
played with,
celebrated,
in joyous
self-giving.
EARTH’S WOMB
I will travel
to that recess
of mind
where ferns unfold
and song birds sing,
allow myself to be nourished
in earth’s cruel and comforting womb
then, reaching skyward
like some forest giant,
tip my crown
and wink
at heaven’s
cosmic brightness.
FOCUS FOR ACTION
LOGO NOTE: At the heart of the mystery all the separate boxes disappear and all is one, all is love.
Text and graphic © William Livingstone Wallace but available for free use.
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