Subjugating Women Is What Cults Do, Not What the Way of God in Jesus Does.

“…It all gets used by men who probably have unchecked, unspoken ulterior needs and motives- it gets used to relegate women, and not only to relegate women but to teach them that their role is not only to be subservient to men but that that role of subservience is preordained by God. That’s what cults do. That is not freedom in Christ. That is not the teaching of Paul- and forget about Paul- that’s not the teaching of Jesus nor it is the action of Jesus.”

Maundy Thursday Common Meal

Tonight, we talked about imagining “every time you do this, do it in remembrance of me” as being about so much more than ritual. We shared a wonderful time together, sang around the table, looked at the community in Acts 2 through the lens of Holy Thursday, ate pineapple upside-down cake, and shared traditional elements.

I put the flow together and realized it looked like a chalice.

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I loved our gathering and I love these people.

Starting a Food Truck Business?

I know much more about food trucking than I do about live internet video-casting, but don’t let that stop you from checking out the video below with the whats and hows and whys you need to think about before hitting the road on your own.

 

Did Jesus Have an Anxiety Disorder?

Food Truck Pastor Podcast Episode 4 is up and running. Episodes 5 and 6 are in the can and look at the “nuclear option” in the Senate/the Biden rule, and EPA Administrator Scott Pruitt respectively. I’ll post Ep 5 tonight or tomorrow. In the meantime, I’d be interested in your food back on Episode 4.

Blessings!

Paxil Christi (For Lorenzo Albacete)

Paxil Christi
for Lorenzo Albacete

I want to drink the sweet cup of your serotonin, Oh God,
and eat the sweet meat in your bones, broken Christ.

“These are my t-cells, broken for you.
This is my biochemistry, shed for your healing.”

Rilke, in translation, calls you “drifting mist,”
Holy Boson.

You transpose the songs of old stars
in great pyres,
their death rattles hum on our sinews,
our tongues,
forging all means to see
and receive them.

Their death is Father,
their light across time his Son,
our receptors, star-born,
death-born inversions,
atoms within us receiving.

This is no metaphor, physics.
Spiritu sancto, Amen.

Comprehend with us
in compline,
brimless fires, these,
alive with holy heat,
perfect burning beads by which
we contemplated God.