Sitting on the edge of tension

waiting, taut, for the door to spring

The black hole of its invitation

holds me at bay

Staying put in the dark of it's off'rings

while the Spirit tames the chaotic sea

shapes me 'neath the troubling waters

bears me through on rustling wings

like Jesus saying "Yes!" to the Father

kneeling in Gethsemane, sweating blood

*Reflections of Alan Jones:                                                                                                                     

  -In the pursuit of truth and the stories that seek to contain it, we need a way of speaking that opens and suggests and does not conclude or define.

  -An open, supple system is not wishy-washy but morally challenging.

  -The main text of our culture is that we are rivals of each other for finite and limited resources.

  -...we may live better than most of the inhabitants of the planet but "the fact that compared to the inhabitants of Africa and Russia we still live well cannot ease the pain that we no longer live nobly.

  -Our dominant story of competitive violence tears at the social fabric by reducing life to a contest to see who can have the most and who can have it first.

  -Truth is about trust, about a covenant that binds the haves and have-nots in one community.  Truth in the end is about kinship.  We are members one of another.  We are pilgrims to, not the possessors of truth.  We have to be on the move and it is no accident that the second book of the Hebrew scriptures is called departure, exodus.