Is freedom a return to bondage?

When from our exile

we run screamin' and fussin'

it's not because we hate llivin'

but that the barbeque's gone.

We sit at empty tables

wond'ring what happened

on the fields of the slaughtered.

A depressing state of aloneness

longing the abandoned Massa

while starvin' on the savannas

awaiting a motive to claim it

permission to want to live.

What might we be in Egypt

while Nile rivulets run sweet

where frog legs abound for breakfast

and the Massa makes us clean?

Is this a place for visions?

Is wisdom worth seizing here?

Is freedom a return to bondage

when the Lord has set you free?

There is power in that moment

when truth might cause you bleed

when visions are looking forward

toward unimagined lands.

*I see the Church discoverinrg a style.  Let it cease to tire itself out by repeating laws and principles.  Let the Church give life to its own, to those who come to it freely and joyously.  Let them grow in the good and evil of life in this world of horse-racing, lotteries, TV, and pornography.  There's no time to lose by fighting all that.  Vice is natural, futility is natural.  Let the Church provide the powerful nourishment of the Word, which is always critical, but at a deeper level.  I see the Church detaching its members from structures of profit, conventional security, and mythologies of happiness in order to make them spiritual nomads, capable of commitment without illusion, always ready to absent themselves in order to go somewhere else, straining for the impossible and necessary.

Such joyous men and women exist, capable of invention and fantasy, both close by and far away, unpredictable, alone or in hundreds of scattered communities.  The thousand hearts of the world koinonia beat in them.

-Jean Sulivan