The genesis of a more honest story…

I don't exactly know when my belief in the absurd story of Genesis finally evaporated from my mind, the mythical story of God digging his hands into the earth like an artist shaping and molding the human body. And when the artist finally pleased with his work, embraced it, breathing into its nostrils, humanity came to life.It was beautiful to think of creation this way, so profoundly special, so about us. But, are we more freaks of nature, rather than the ultimate end to grand de … [Read more...]

Rape In India OR Romance Doesnt Exist

An Endorsement of the Video:"almost finished it, really good video man, loving the down-to-earth examples you offer. Would've been interesting to see you unpack the media as masturbatory prop more fully, but it stands as a strong, challenging, and ethical argument/reading of courtly love." NEW VIDEO: (ROUGH CUT!)    … [Read more...]

Grab some popcorn,the crucifixion was for entertainment

It is in the crucifixion of the desert rabbi, Jesus of Nazareth that we come to discover the pleasure and pain of the spectacle. In psychoanalysis, the term to denote the experience of pleasure and pain is embodied in the French word, jouissance. A better direct translation would be: orgasm.Why do I make this distinction? Because, today, especially in the West we are drawn to anything that is centered around the spectacle. The pleasure of entertainment but the discounted pain of knowing it is … [Read more...]

May Christmas be Filled with Mouse Poop and Camel Spit By Randy S. Woodley

In this cynical and snarky world in which we live, we are getting pretty good at diagnosing the problems in the world, sometimes even to the point of paralysis. We blog about them, we read about them, (many Christians today would like to read themselves into Heaven),we discuss what's wrong with the world and we even preach about them. Being informed is not a bad thing but it is often the only thing we do. Our Western worldview has come to equate knowledge with real spirituality. I would like to … [Read more...]

Tragic loss of children, birth of a child…redemptive hope-filled imagination.

No matter where I seem to go this Christmas I can't seem to get out of the emotional storm and the long dark shadows that seem to diminish any hope of light. The mass murder of children; fragile life, hope filled life in the midst of a broken world snuffed out in minutes. And now in the wake of the aftershocks that reverberate through the midst of humanity...people point in all directions for why.But reality stares them in the face, profoundly it does not seem to see it. A nation whose … [Read more...]

Finding Current Meaning In Jesus’ Birth (Part 1) By Randy Woodley

It Was A Night Around Christmas The meaning of this poem will be reflected in Part 2 in two weeks. (Spoken to the cadence of “T’was The Night Before Christmas”)       It was a night around Christmas, in a crowded old caveWith camels and horses and cattle she laidKnocked up by the Spirit, baby daddy besidePsycho girl in some trouble, or maybe she lied No time for a cleaning, no time for midwifeThe st … [Read more...]

the fatality of truth…letting go of the wobbly bits

Yesterday I had this thought in my mind tumbling around like laundry stuck in the spin cycle. I just couldn't seem to open the door and get it out. It was this thought ; the " fatality " of truth. It 's truth that is in the quality or state of causing death or destruction, or truth that is in the condition of being destined for disaster.A lot of so called religious truth is like that, truth that has been carved out in stone, that has become indelible that we some how determine is eternal. Or … [Read more...]

the thief who messed things up…

" Remember me ", the thief on the cross yells across to the God-man, Jesus. It is a profoundly haunting human question. To die, a life expired... is it a button pushed and all memory of you is wiped from the hard drive of existence.I struggled with this scene at the end of the gospels for years. It was like the early theologians had written this cleverly constructed story... the piece, like the last piece of a puzzle. You pop it into place... and with an air of satisfaction, under your … [Read more...]

In the end, it’s all about love… nothing else.

Ever notice how good theology is found in life and not the bible. This week, Fred’s wife died suddenly. He tried his best to be with her, but somewhere between Sidney and Victoria on a Handy Dart Bus she drifted out of this world across the threshold into what I can only imagine as infinite mystery.Fred is ninety-four and in this past year has been like that wobbly toy you had as a kid, no matter how hard you tried to stand it up, it would fall over. An old war wound, years of hard work and w … [Read more...]

Heal Me: Why Tommy and the White Western Colonial Church? By Randy Woodley

I began this conversation I called, See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me as a challenge to the colonial Western Church to be more inclusive of ethnic minorities at all levels. Here are titles of the prior post:Intro to SeriesSee MeFeel MeTouch MeThis series has taken quite a turn of events and has spread to voices well heard and seldom herd, representing both dominant and minority ethnic cultures. Feelings have been hurt and misunderstandings have occurred. In spite of all the … [Read more...]


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