Posts Tagged ‘Vulcan’

Image may contain: textBefore we dive in, just a reminder if you are in Calgary on July 12 and looking for something to do…discover the journey of PTSD-PNES at Dalhousie Community Church 6:30-9:00 p.m. contact Kelly at Restore Counselling.

Oh, and YouTube videos will return shortly… But today we are taken to a passage that has more than likely been misused in its time in the Lectionary of Christendom. Christendom for those who don’t know is the term of the Empire Church established by Constantine in 325 CE after conversion and making Christianity the official religion of the Empire, up until the early 1990’s I would say. There has been gasps ala the Quiet Revolution in Quebec to remove Christianity from political power and control, and as we are now 1/5th into the 21st Century the life support is coming off and this heresy is dying. It leaves many questioning what is the point of church? Why bother? It also leaves some who are used to absolute authority to have to wrestle through the new-old normal. That is that church needs to show (not tell, the old writer’s adage) the relevancy of God’s love in the here and now of our community. There is no silver bullet or plug and play program for this, it is authentic relationships, and being like Jesus, and being okay with rejection and moving on in our Missio Dei. 

The Gospel reading from the Lectionary on June 30, 2019, which in Canada was the Sunday we celebrated Canada Day , for my family it was a beautiful road trip out to a small town church where hospitality was felt. This ol’ Dad used to fighting for his son’s right to worship, was, well it was dust in my eyes honest (nope it was tears when I was told it’s okay he is worshiping God his way let him)…So if you are in Vulcan on a Sunday, I encourage you to take in worship at the Church of Christ, oh and the Trek Station (yes the Trekkie in me is strong).

But I digress…let us begin to unpack Luke 9:51-62:

51 When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. 52 And he sent messengers ahead of him, who went and entered a village of the Samaritans, to make preparations for him. 53 But the people did not receive him, because his face was set toward Jerusalem. 54 And when his disciples James and John saw it, they said, “Lord, do you want us to tell fire to come down from heaven and consume them?”[a] 55 But he turned and rebuked them.[b] 56 And they went on to another village.

-Luke 9:51-56 (English Standard Version)

The Samaritans are the whipping posts of Ancient Israel (for more on Samaritans come out to Centennial Presbyterian July 14 for my sermon, or check out the upload at 9 p.m. that day). They are a people of mixed heritage, from the ancient Israelites’ in exile from the Hebrew Bible prophets who intermarried with the captors and created a new nation. They worship differently, they understand their relationship to God as the same, but different. Jerusalem is not the centre of their story, rather it is Mount Gerizim. In Jesus’ journey of discipling his followers he had to ensure they had been exposed to the expansive religious practices of God’s children and to be equipped as to what to do with rejection.

See, this resonates a little with me on this journey I am currently on. It is showing, he does not bring wrath, he rebukes the refusal of hospitality. The refusal of greeting the Imageo Dei of one another and living out of the Great Commandments. It had nothing to do with how they had chosen to worship. We can create divisions easily in our world, and now with the onset of Social Media and search engine algorithms it has become increasingly easier to avoid any dissenting or different opinions on matters. It is a system that allows for fear and anxiety to grow.

What happens though when we authentically listen to understand rather that to be understood or to respond? When we hear another’s pain, and acknowledge it? We let that be held in the Holy Silence. What happens when we look beyond the labels and the coding put on one another, so that what is seen is that beautiful image we are crafted in? For me it is sad these passages hit the lectionary in the summer months, the time traditionally in Canada when churches shut down their mission, how many will hear these words? Wrestle with this understanding of inclusion and belonging? That it is okay to be different and be together?

Breaking down of labels, conservative or progressive, what about Gospel? Let us jointly call out the hate and bastardization of our faith by others and show the message as it truly is.

 As they were going along the road, someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” 58 And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” 59 To another he said, “Follow me.” But he said, “Lord, let me first go and bury my father.” 60 And Jesus[c] said to him, “Leave the dead to bury their own dead. But as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” 61 Yet another said, “I will follow you, Lord, but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” 62 Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”

-Luke 9:57-62 (ESV)

Don’t look back. It is a weird conundrum of the Christendom walk when we speak of testimonies. The story of our faith. We usually focus on the come to Jesus moment, yet here is an allegory reminding us not to fixate upon the past, but to embrace the present and live in the love. The testimony can be a psychological trap never to move out of, but really what it should be is a re-write of this has happened, but then there was a course correction of actualization, realization, and renewal in which I attuned to the Holy Spirit within that breathed life into me.

Love comes alive.

Are we willing to live in the glory of our diversity in our unity? Or like those in the stories today, are we going to allow “difference” and “yearning for the past” to keep us apart?

What is your choice?


A stone skipping across a pond leaves ripples with each impact.

The joys and life of traumas are the like the skipping stone through the generations.

Soul Ripples

What happens when the helper needs help?

For over 20 years Ty Ragan served his neighbour from the rough camps to the shelters to home and every where’s in-between. The simple life lesson of Jesus of Nazareth to love your neighbour as yourself was the centre question to be answered in his life. In May 2016 his life would begin to change drastically through unknown seizures and strokes.

Enter into the ripples that brought him to 2016, the transformational power of love of family and friends as he seeks new ripples in hope for his soul. Buy e-book or Trade Paperback from here.

Even confined to the wheel chair, Natan looked like he was about to keel over. Sax had the not so impressed face a spouse gets when the other life partner does what is not in their health’s best interest. But here Natan was, had wheeled himself through the tunnel that connected the shop to the back yard double wide trailer they called home. Speare notes it is one other home he had never been in, much like this being the first time he had ever actually met Natan.

Sax moves from the seat and kisses his soul on the forehead tenderly, he doesn’t even have to ask simply grabs a tumbler and pours three fingers of scotch into the glass. Natan takes it in his long fingers, his skin tone is literally red, not racist red as when one spoke of Aboriginals back at colonizations, no – this was fire truck red or Satan red that his skin was toned as. Speare had always assumed that Sax had been joking when he would call his husband the son of Satan or sprung from the loins of Lucifer.

With the new information Speare was still processing the not necessarily new information, but confirmation of things he had believed around alien contact and governmental conspiracy up to this point on this case.

“You want to know about the borderland.” Natan rasped out.

Speare simply nodded, not wanting to have to extend anything more than necessary. Natan sipped on his drink, and from the little grin Sax gave his spouse, Speare could’ve sworn the red skinned man pinched his husband’s butt.

“It was a crazy time in the bunker, and then I noted the sparks behind MacCurtis’ eyes, the false mask coming off in a split second as he went insane. It was time.” Natan went on as he nursed his drink to walk through the psychic battle. Believing he was battling an alien entity that had presented as a Norse God, only to discover on the borderlands. “It was not about pushing him back into Valhalla, or a wormhole so he could go home. But rather it was a Nephilim, those that many ancient races had risen up to do away with. This soul had hidden away on the Ark, the storehouse of DNA samples before the great catastrophe.”

Speare noted that he needed to catch up on Ancient Aliens to be able to follow this case better. “Yet this parasite had lodged itself in MacCurtis and needed to be rooted out. Took all I had to exorcise if you prefer that word, as the gate to Valhalla was closing.”

“You pulled the Nehilim out and tossed it in?” Speare asked.

Natan’s dry lips cracked a smile as he finished off his drink. “I put his head into the portal before it closed.” A very cold chill ran down Speare’s spine, like a full body brain freeze realizing what Natan had stated. This youngish man had essentially wielded the power to destroy and ancient entity. “At which point MacCurtis who was already de-aging, and myself crashed back into the bunker. Slick had hot wired himself and a rescue team back in. We were flown back to The Agency’s HQ in Winnipeg, debriefed, and I guess to keep with the religious tones of Martyrs, de-frocked.”

“We were decommissioned, and pensioned off back into civilian life at that point Speare. I stayed with Natan until he was discharged from the hospital and we used our monies to buy this piece of paradise.” Sax said. “You already know what happened to MacCurtis, Malcolm vanished. Far as we knew Daemon and Reesa vanished off the grid to wed and pop out babies.”

Speare stroked his whiskers, as he looked at the man in the wheel chair. Chalk white hair down to his shoulders, Vulcan like ears. “What’s your story that seems almost unbelievable what you pulled off within the borderland?”

“My story is simple, I am part-alien, part-human. My mother mated with what the Hebrew Bible would reference as Lucifer. And that is why I was able to tap into the cosmic power to deal with the Nephilim.” Natan stated as one would list their monthly bills to be paid.

Speare nodded, let out a low whistle. Somehow this didn’t seem to shock anymore, he was getting used to rolling with the reveals, like a bad reality television show trying to stave off cancellation.

“So the Slick that saved you, that was Jacqueline’s dad?” Speare asked.

Sax and Natan exchanged quizzical looks and it was Sax that spoke. “Jake “Shades” Slick, was a man-whore, but he never produced a child. The only Jacqueline we knew was…”

“Reesa. It was her first na—“ Natan could not finish the sentence before the fist slammed into the back of his head.