The Busy (c) 2003 Randy S. Woodley

The busy, dizzy bustle in this lonely, lonely world. Traffic moving forward. People moving back. More lights—the world’s a brighter place but look… Progressing dimness here in my soul. Hide the dimness—up the lights. Yell, at this world—yell at myself. Float my deepest feelings on national air waves Alone, I stay in the shallows. The [...]

Poetry: American Sons by Randy Woodley

Today, I’m posting about the American enterprise of war but really more about how precious is each person’s life and the cost of war to our humanity. “American Sons” is the poem. I apologize to all women because our daughters are now being sent to the front lines but when I wrote this poem, it [...]

Poetry : Randy Woodley, The Haunting (A Tribute to Richard Twiss)

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Over the next several months I will be posting some of my poetry every Wednesday. Why? I feel like too many words are going out all around us with too little credence given them. It is difficult to hear through too many words, which often excuses us from doing. Sometimes a song or a poem [...]

Return to a Theology of Normalcy or the Same Old Homogenous Imperialism? By Randy S. Woodley

It is coming….the signs of restored racism in our society are beginning to show… Increased hate crimes, record gun sales, White Male Supremacy is definitely on the rebound! It was precipitated by the organized resistance to the first Black President, (think Tea Party and the hijacking of the Republican led House). The Tea Party and [...]

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

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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 [...]

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

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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 cave With camels and horses and cattle she [...]

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 Series See Me Feel Me Touch Me This series has taken quite a turn [...]

Touch Me: it takes a lifetime by Randy Woodley

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(I began this series See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me as a challenge to the colonial Western Church to be inclusive of ethnic minorities at all levels. Intro to Series, 1. See Me,2. Feel Me). One of the great values Native Americans share, but often missing in American society, is respect for elders. [...]

Can You Feel Me? Yes, Somebody Did? by Randy Woodley

I actually began the series See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me as a challenge to the colonial Western Church to be inclusive of ethnic minorities at all levels. (intro to series) Then, almost as if it was planned, it broke wide open and the next thing I knew, I was calling for a [...]

See Me: A Call to Christians in the West to Invite Those Different Than Them to the Table by Randy Woodley

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(Read the Introduction to this series) So, what is the cost to the whole community of faith when a particular part, in this case indigenous followers of Jesus and other minorities, are shut out? One of the most severe and indicting statements made by the Apostle Paul concerned those advantaged believers “hogging” the whole table [...]