Lyrics for Lent 2.0

I don’t know what your preferred flavor of music is or how eclectic your music and art taste may be.  My music and art taste goes through times of expansion and contraction, as so much of life does, but I keep coming back to music that stirs a possibility, not an answer, for the koan I was given by the Master at a Buddhist temple in Arlington, TX back in 1986.  Religion Majors at TCU were encouraged to take the “Mysticism” course.  It was a semester of study about how the world’s religions incorporate, ignore, or tolerate the mystics of their tradition.  It was, for me, a being opening experience.

The parables that Jesus told are going with me and music, I’m taking some music with me, on the journey to Jerusalem this year for Lent.  Today’s lyrics for Lent.

“Wish You Were Here”
Pink Floyd, September 1975

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Sid they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

, 02/18/2013. Category: DOC Thoughts, Examen, Michael D, Theological Rant, Youth Ministry.

Along the Way

My friend, Rev. David Cobb, writes a blog.  David is a local church minister and is a great guide and theologian for his congregation and all those that go Along the Way.  Stop by for a visit to his blog or visit the Spirit of Joy congregation if you are in the Lakeville, Minnesota area.

Taking Stock
Feb. 14, 201

I heard an interview last night on Minnesota Public Radio with a man who works in Antarctica. He talked about the long winters. But what really intrigued me was when he talked about preparing for trips. One trip he took inland was for three months. He had to choose everything he would take, including every toiletry item and every meal he would eat, for the full time he was away. Choosing from canned and frozen goods, he would need to decide how many meals would require frozen hamburgers, scallops, chile rellenos, soft drinks, coffee, etc. He said taking stock was the hardest part of the trip. But he had to do it. His life depended on it.

Taking stock spiritually rarely seems like my life depends on it. But what if, as I suspect in my more reflective moments, it actually does?

So here’s a start. My spiritual inventory for Lent 2013:  click here to read more.

, 02/15/2013. Category: DOC Thoughts, Guest Column, Theological Rant.
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