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April 11, 2020
About 2700 years ago, some obscure blogger posted this, although my translation is a little bit off:
He was despised and forsaken, a man of sorrows, living with the worst of all human feelings–he was, like, the guy you look away from while passing in the street.
We didn’t like him.
But somehow he carried the terrible weight of our pathetic existence; this God-forsaken wanderer was afflicted with the worst fate that any humans have ever inflicted on their-fellow-man.
As it turned out, we discriminated against him, pushed him down as if he were the lowest of the low. Even so, he didn’t raise a big stink about the maltreatment that was inflicted on him. He didn’t whine about the injustice that he ended up getting.
He got screwed-over like the worst of the worst, even though he had done nothing to deserve such a judgement.
I mean, he never hurt anybody, never raised his hand against any person; he was no bully. In fact, he told the truth about everything everywhere he went. He was known for it. In fact, that’s what got him into such deep shit. He was a truth-teller . . . didn’t sugarcoat anything.
He was, like, a good guy. Looking back on the whole damn torrent of events, it doesn’t make any sense. The events of that terrible time just escalated far beyond any reasonable justification for what they did to him.
I mean, if there’s a God in this universe, he just, like, didn’t care at all about the devolution of events that, like, seemed to conspired against this man.
His fate was cast with the common criminals, but some rich guy showed up to deal with the corpse.
Go figure. I mean, it doesn’t make any sense to me. Sometime I wonder if anybody in this life ever gets what they deserve. The one-percenters get to set themselves up all high and mighty, while homeless folk just get shoved into the dead-end corners underneath freeways, and dumpster-diving and hitting people up for handouts on the street.
But this guy didn’t do any of that. I don’t think he even had a place to crash at night, although he was one of the smartest people I ever heard railing on the street about this God-forsaken planet that we’re trashing worser and worser every day that goes by.
Now that they’ve disposed of him, no tellin’ what’s gonna happen next.
I mean, it’s like zombie time, but we can’t even go see a dam movie any more. No more Saturday night at the movies for us. Who’d’ve thought you couldn’t even catch a flick on a Saturday night? What the hell is the world coming to? All the worst stuff is going viral, while the best are clueless. Who knew?
King of Soul
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February 6, 2020
Isaiah set the stage for fulfillment thousands of years ago . . .
Among many other attributes, fulfillment means the Old . . .
. . . giving rise to the new:
Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
Lift up your eyes and look about you:
All assemble and come to you;
your sons come from afar,
and your daughters are carried on the hip.
Other visionaries catch a glimpse along the way . . .
Son of man, these bones are the people of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’ Therefore prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: My people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the Lord have spoken, and I have done it, declares the Lord.
But the process is indeed a long one, requiring very burdensome periods of human history. Inevitably, and predictably, the going is tough.
But our Creator has a scenario set up where adversity brings forth endurance in the worst conditions, and creativity to produce tangible evidence of forward progress. The striving to fulfill any great, worthwhile endeavor is arduous and prolonged. It is not given to any one generation to construct; nor is it given to any one people-group to fulfill.
Fulfillment of prophecy and human destiny is distributed over many generations of people and time.
Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
Glass half-Full
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February 4, 2020
About 27 centuries ago, the Jewish prophet Isaiah urged his people to live righteously, according to the laws that God had delivered earlier to the prophet, Moses.
By his use of predictive prophecy, Isaiah reinforced his exhortations toward the necessity of holy living. As his biblical message has been brought down to us through history–even to this day–actual fulfillments of Isaiah’s predictions lent credence to the legitimacy of his message.
Consider this prediction:
“And it shall be at the end of days, that the mountain of the Lord’s house shall be firmly established at the top of the mountains, and it shall be raised above the hills, and all the nations shall stream to it.”
This prophecy of Isaiah has been fulfilled repeatedly for many centuries, and continues to be actualized every day of our 21st-century life.
In a steady stream of faces and pilgrims of all types, people from all over the world visit “the mountain of the Lord’s house” in Jerusalem.
Every day.
In this large flat area, Jews from all over the world congregate to pray at their open-air synagogue, the Kotel, which is an ancient wall that retains the side of the mountain where their temple had stood in ancient times.
Christians also visit this site in great numbers. We are welcomed every day by the Jewish people. Most Christians stroll through, gathering faithful inspiration, on their way to their own holy site nearby, in the Christian quarter of the Old City . . .
where Christ was crucified almost 2000 years ago, and laid in a sepulchre, before rising from the dead on the third day after his death.
In my photo below. . .
. . . notice the long ramp that connects the ground-level plaza to a higher location at the top of the wall. Through this stairway, the Muslims allow some visitors access, at certain times of the day, to their holy site, al-Haram al-Sharif, which happens to be the same location as the ancient Jewish temple. The Muslim shrine there, built in 692 c.e., is known by us Christians as the Dome of the Rock. Believers of all three faiths— Jewish, Muslim and Christian— believe Abraham was led by the Eternal One up onto that high spot with his son.
In that world-famous episode, God revealed his will about ritual sacrifice; the Lord Himself provided an animal for Abraham to offer instead of his son. Muslims believe that the son was Ishmael. Jews and Christians believe it was Isaac. Whatever you believe about it, suffice it to say that the Eternal One thereby clarified once and for all: his call for sacrifice did not include any human victim.
A Christian rendering of that event is painted on a wall inside the nearby Christian Church of the Holy Sepulchre.
This clarification from God about the offering of sacrifice took place on the mountain–called Mt. Moriah by Jews–and called al-Haram al-Sharif by Muslims.
In our day and time, some visitors are more fortunate in the timing of their pilgrimage. At certain times of the day, the Islamic-administered mountaintop is opened to visitors from other faiths. Christians and others may walk up the wooden-covered stairway to gain a limited access to the sacred mountaintop. Up there, they are allowed a brief access to Islam’s third-holiest site. They can amble for a while, to get a closer view of Al Aqsa and the Dome of the Rock. They can also stroll around and get a panoramic view of Jerusalem, from Mt. Scopus, toward the northeast, to Mt. Zion at the westward view.
After a brief time, they will be conducted away, back to their own quarters, by Islamic devotees, so that the followers of Mohammed may express their devotion to Allah among an exclusive gathering of the faithful.
Infidels who do not subscribe to Mohammed’s revelation are thus asked at the appointed times to leave the mountaintop, al-Haram al-Sharif. This practice is more restrictive than what is allowed by the Jews and Christians below.
Muslims arrive on the sacred height by other entrances, from the Muslim quarter. After being summoned by several muezzin callers who chant their calls through loudly amplified minaret towers, the Mohammedan faithful enter those two holy structures to pray.
All of this carefully controlled sharing of the sacred mountain takes place every day in Jerusalem. Thanks be to ____ that this happens peacefully.
And this Christian says, may it always be so! until ____ visits the place in a more persuasive way, and perhaps aligns us all on the same page.
Pray, pray for the peace of Jerusalem.
Back down at the lower plaza level, the Israeli administrators of this dividedly sacred mountain have posted a sign that acknowledges the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy so long ago.
If you enjoying listening to music, you may appreciate hearing a song about this mountain. My friend David wrote and recorded it many years ago, with a little help from our friends, Danny, Donna and Jenny:
Aliyah Yerushalayim
Glass half-Full
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February 1, 2020
The story goes way back.
For many, it started here . . .
and ended here . . .
Many believe it began again here . . .
The story was retold here. . .
. . . and will arrive again by supernatural inspiration.
The Story goes on and on . . .
To get a credible viewpoint , you may want to see the
Glass half-Full .
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January 30, 2020
. . . with acknowledgements to WB Yeats and Biblical canon . . .
Yearning and burning in a maddening ire
the westbank will not heed the politic;
Deals fall apart; the treaties cannot hold.
Teargas mask is worn into the streets,
the rage-dimmed riot is loosed, here and there
the ceremony of negotiation is torched;
the dealers have no persuasion, while the rebels
are full of fired-up intensity.
Some new negotiation is perpetually at hand;
surely the second drumming is at hand
as dissenters thrust their ire upon the streets
while our imagined urim of mideast peace
crumbles every now and then, again, again,
And signed intent once again is bent
to pathetic riot in westbank streets,
‘cuz discontent, predictable as levantic sun
moves its riotous claws to dismantle what’s been done,
as skirmishes between these ancient tribes
cast shadows o’er our peacenik vibes.
Oh! That forty-one centuries of tribal strife
could be laid to rest in a rocking cradle!
When prince of peace, his Bethlehem phase done at last
descends to Olivet, with peace that lasts!
Oh, You may say that I’m a dreamer,
but I’m not the only one!
Glass half-Full
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January 26, 2020
Here’s a view into a commons area at Ben Gurion airport in Tel Aviv . . . one of the first noteworthy scenes I noticed after stepping off the plane.
Of all the airport scenes I have ever seen in travels across this world, this view seems to be more accommodating than most. The sight imparted to me a feeling of community, rather than a random passing of jet-travelers.
The late afternoon sun may have lent some bright ambience from above to color my perception in a favorable way.
The next morning, today, I notice this building on the street where we are staying in Jerusalem.
Today I woke up recalling some words from an ancient poet who lived near here.
“Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness
and who seek the Lord:
Look to the rock from which you were cut
and to the quarry from which you were hewn;
look to Abraham, your father,
and to Sarah, who gave you birth.
When I called him he was only one man,
and I blessed him and made him many.
The Lord will surely comfort Zion
and will look with compassion on all her ruins;
he will make her deserts like Eden,
her wastelands like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the sound of singing.
“Listen to me, my people;
hear me, my nation:
Instruction will go out from me;
my justice will become a light to the nations.
My righteousness draws near speedily,
my salvation is on the way,
and my arm will bring justice to the nations.
The islands will look to me
and wait in hope for my arm.
Lift up your eyes to the heavens,
look at the earth beneath;
the heavens will vanish like smoke,
the earth will wear out like a garment
and its inhabitants die like flies.
But my salvation will last forever,
my righteousness will never fail.
“Hear me, you who know what is right,
you people who have taken my instruction to heart:
Do not fear the reproach of mere mortals
or be terrified by their insults.
For the moth will eat them up like a garment;
the worm will devour them like wool.
But my righteousness will last forever,
my salvation through all generations.”
Awake, awake, arm of the Lord,
clothe yourself with strength!
Awake, as in days gone by,
as in generations of old.
Was it not you who cut Rahab to pieces,
who pierced that monster through?
Was it not you who dried up the sea,
the waters of the great deep,
who made a road in the depths of the sea
so that the redeemed might cross over?
Those the Lord has rescued will return.
They will enter Zion with singing;
everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy will overtake them,
and sorrow and sighing will flee away.
Down toward the bottom of this text selection, the poet asks:
Was it not you who dried up the sea,
the waters of the great deep,
who made a road in the depths of the sea
so that the redeemed might cross over?
While modern skeptics dismiss the possibility of such divine interventions to make the paths of faith-based emigrants . . . I was reminded, upon reading these words mentioned above, of a certain group of distressed 20th-century people of the book who, when being threatened with massive malicious extinction, took matters into their own hands and . . .
“made a road in the depths of the sea”
. . . so that they could exodus from Nazi hell and move forward to carve out a place in the wilderness, on the other side of the Mediterranean: A new-old land in which to prosper, instead of being auschwitzed into oblivion.
Pretty amazing stuff on this first bright Sunday morning in the old country.
Glass half-Full
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August 24, 2019
Breeze blew ‘cross Byzantium
ages ago,
passing passion along from ancient souls
o’er peninsulas and shoals.
From Alexandria to Andalusia
it blew the Medi stirring of our arcane East
by westward winds past the European feast.
So it drifted between Aranjuez and Zagreb
in periodic flow and ebb
with rhythmic ebb and flow
through passionnata on stringéd bow . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g91kQyy4G7E.
. . . at providential and the muse’ behest,
and set in sculpting stone: eternal rest;
portraying Piéta Jesu through Michelangelo,
as still the women come and go
‘cross Eliot’s wasteland scenario.
From Ave Maria in Madrid
this opus we/they did;
even SaintSaens’ secular Swan
summons that age-old bond:
reflecting melancholic tension
in existential apprehension
again and again and again;
the passion passes
through striving laborious hands
in colored or melodic strands.
On moonlit nights;
sonata strains reflect the light
from hand to frantic hand
and back again.
Did history require
two world wars
and a string of smaller frays
to say
our living legacy dies daily?
Yet does our living tragedy thrive daily,
in this human soul of frailty.
Why even a saintless ’60’s Superstar
drove our anguished digression,
our zeitgeist obsession,
as passion passed through
rejected hands again
as passion passed through
conflicted lives again
as passion passes through
immigrant pathos again
and again and again
to reveal those nail-scarred hands again
Again.
Must be something to it;
we should not eschew it:
Those despiséd and rejected ones of men–
again and again and again:
the passing man of sorrow,
yesterday, today, tomorrow—
the woman acquainted with grief,
through death that steals in like a thief
the stranger and the strange,
Again and again and again.
Must be something to it;
we should not eschew it.
Glass half-Full
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January 5, 2019
Ponder what the man said, long ago. This lesson pertains to forgiveness, and other truths . . . destiny, injustice, endurance, faith and human nature.
“Then Joseph said to his brothers, ‘Please come closer to me.’ And they came closer. And he said, ‘I am your brother, whom you sold into Egypt.’ “
“ ‘Now do not be grieved or angry with yourselves, because you sold me here, but God sent me before you to preserve life.’
“ ‘For the famine has been in the land these two years, and there are still five years in which there will be neither plowing nor harvesting.’
“ ‘God sent me before you to preserve for you a remnant in the earth, and to keep you alive by a great deliverance.’
“ ‘Now, therefore, it was not you who sent me here, but God . . .’ “
For more about Joseph and his brothers, read Genesis 37-48.
Also, consider Peterson’s lecture on this subject:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7V8eZ1BLiI
King of Soul
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December 22, 2018
Long, long ago and far, far removed from this present day and time, it is written
that our ancestress Eve was pondering an apple or something similar
on the infamous tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Whilst she pondered, neither weak nor weary,
o’er forbidden fruit of not-forgotten lore,
suddenly there came a hissing,
as of someone gently kissing,
kissing her cognitive mind
with a curious temptive find.
Her visitor, the serpent, was speaking.
Thereby was her curiosity peaking,
and as her imagination was being fed,
the subtle serpent said
take a bite
it’s all right.
If you do it, your eyes will be opened.
So she did, and they were;
her eyes were opened.
Meanwhile, back at the Eden ranch,
her significant other was wondering,
What’s up with Eve?
Where’s my woman to whom I cleave?
So he ambled over to that mysterious tree
to see
in what circumstance his Eve may be.
And there he found her partaking
and little did they know that history was in their making
when Adam grabbed the thing and took a bite
from that forbidden fruit which expanded their sight
because the serpent had said it would open their eyes,
as Genesis says indeed it did open their eyes,
so now they would know not only good but evil as well
and so from that pivotal tasting ’til now, all hell
breaks loose;
hence all the bad news
from then till now,
and all the trouble that human traffic will allow,
which only goes to show
what maybe you already know:
A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
Now in this present world we find
a similar situation in our mind.
When’er we partake of world wide web,
by a tree of virtual good and evil are we fed:
implanted with some good talkers and bad stalkers,
and many types of souls and trolls,
with all stripes of porn and scorn,
even hateful tirades of race
opposed by traces of amazing grace.
So regarding any fruit therein you find
be judicious and take your time.
Don’t partake of anything in haste;
Be careful what you taste!
In the web of evil and good
be careful to partake of what you truly should.
So this ancient lesson to your mind I bring:
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
King of Soul
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October 23, 2018
Of course everybody who goes to Rome brings home mucho pictures. People travel there from all over the world to tour the originating sites of the ancient Empire; then they take a little chunk of early European history home, in the form of photographs.
When we were there, yes, we certainly did do the obligatory tourist ritual of snapping photos of the so-called Imperial City. You’ve probably seen classic images of the Roman ruins, which commemorate the Empire period of two thousand years ago.
But I was most fascinated with a relatively new structure there, Il Vittoriano.
Designed in 1885, inaugurated in 1911, and completed in 1925, this incredible monument makes an absolutely grandiose visual impression when you first catch sight of it.
You can see from this grand edifice that the Italians have never forsaken their proudly imperial self-image.
This morning, however, a Roman venue of a grittier sort—the Circus Maximus— was brought to my attention. In his Seeking Alpha post,
https://seekingalpha.com/article/4213358-now-circus-maximus?isDirectRoadblock=false
Mark J. Grant used that ancient racetrack as a metaphor for the fiscal contest that is now heating up over in Europe.
Here’s what Mark wrote about the presently escalating Continental showdown:
“The new “Circus Maximus” will include all of the European Union and their population of 512 million people. Sit back and enjoy the grand spectacle as Italy has now presented its budget and the European Commission has sent it back. Rome then reacted to Brussels and stood steadfast on the banks of the Tiber and now the overmasters in Brussels and Berlin will hand down judgment, and likely some form of bureaucratic justice, that was not fashioned in Italy, but which Italy is expected to obey.”
The original Circus Maximus, however, is just a dirt racetrack.
If you’re a boomer geezer like me, you may remember, from a classic race scene in the 1959 MGM movie, Ben Hur, Charlton Heston heroically outmaneuvering a less-than-honorable competing charioteer, to win the great chariot race.
That scene may or may not have taken place in the Circus Maximus of olden times.
The real Circus Maximus, where those famous chariot races usually took place, wasn’t conducted in the Colosseum. The actual site was really a huge dirt track, located near the Tiber River, beneath Palatine Hill, where Roman emperors and their hobnobbing hoodoo entourages could view the spectacle from an elevated, privileged position. Here’s what the real Circus Maximus looks like now:
Seeking Alpha blogger Mark J. Grant speculates figuratively on how the present European budgetary shootout at the Circus corral may turn out:
“The European Commission will likely wield the big stick. This is initiating its so-called ‘Excessive Deficit Procedure.’ This process has never been used before and will likely be tortuous for both Italy and the European Union. Fines have never been applied to any country, with previous breaches by France and Germany overlooked, and yet, there is always a first time.”
If Mark J Grant’s racetrack metaphor is indeed indicative of the present European Contest, we’ll see in the days ahead whether Italy’s impudent leaders can prevail in their fiscal rebellion, or whether they will go down with classic mutterings of “. . . et tu, Brussels?”
Smoke
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