I want to break a big fat water balloon over Glenn Beck’s head, not just in anger or frustration, but to wash away all the loopiness, all the anxiety. I want to freshen him up before his big TV event, so he’ll be bright and clean to sell gold to the minions.
I want the Goddess to break through. Beck wants to channel the Spirit, so I say Yea! May you hear and not just react away from what Sophia, Wisdom, is telling you. May She break through!
Whatever She says, may it break like dawn over the assembled hordes, converting two self-centered billionaires to the ideal of social justice – the REAL kind, not the fabrication of repressive regimes – and calm the fears of the rest of the crowd, breaking their stereotypes and their conventional wisdoms, so they smile and say to one another (perhaps repeating Beck, perhaps not), “If our great-great grandchildren are biracial, Spanish-speaking Democratic Muslims, it will be all right. They will carry our DNA, and our hope for greatness, and fond memories of our children and grandchildren if we only care enough to be hospitable to the stranger as if he were Christ come again.”
And so, as in a great story retold by Kathleen Norris, may we say with the monk, weary of the visitors to the monastery, and seeing yet another traveler approaching, “ Oh Jesus Christ, is it you again?”
And what comes out from Glenn Beck may not be the words, but just a gladness that cannot be misunderstood – at least not for another decade – and then only playfully by future generations who’ll say “That poor fool, if God can come and claim him, even him, if She can embrace him in love, we are all children of God . . . Let us open our hearts and feast.”
And I see Pam’s blog as the new Book of Revelation as I chronicle the working of the Spirit, breaking like an infinite balloon of fresh and compelling joy over the earth.
This is the next lesson: Beyond love, joy.
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