My mother sent me a picture of her little home made nativity this week, Christmas is coming and I am wondering where 2020 has gone? I'm not sure about you but I know I have felt a little lost, a little lost out, a little logged out, a little zoomed out. Out, however, is probably the wrong word to use in 2020 because like many of you, I have spent a lot of time in...Inside. It might be more fitting to describe 2020 as a year that has been a little inside 'out'. All this time spent inside pondering alone, has highlighted how much I long to gather with others, to listen and to share with one another. I have discovered again the importance of community (we often take things for granted, until we lose them).
With this in mind, and as we approach the celebration of the birth of Jesus, I am wondering what it is that each of us brings to this story. I wonder what we might discover about who God is and who we are when we gather, listen and act as if God is here with us now.
I would like to share with you some of my reflections from feeling a little 'out' this year. I would like to share some of my reflections from my extra time inside, not just inside my home but inside myself. These inside thoughts have had me think a little deeper about 'Who I think God is?' and Who I think I am?
So..here are some inside 'out' thoughts that have found me this 2020. Keen, to hear some of yours as well...
Who do We think God is?
A Spoken Word By Cyrus Kung
So I often get asked who do I think God is,
People ask me
Do you think God is the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth?
Do you think God is Jesus Christ, God’s only Son, our Lord?
Do you think God is the Holy Spirit?
Who do i think God is?
Well I could give you a creed, I could even recite one for you,
In fact I could recite one for you in three languages.
But that's not very edgy, for a spoken word
And I like to think I'm a little edgy,
So today let me be a little edgy for you, let me take to you the edge, to the edges, to the margins
And let me tell you who i think God is..
I think He is Father.
He is the first person, first privileges means many make him the first to be conceived,
But my conception of him is what I first perceive,
However, what I first perceive comes only through my lense and how I see my own father,
He is stoic, he is composed, he is mysterious,
He is authority, Holy, reverent, above and beyond,
He is Good, He is who He is,
He is the judge, the head, he is stern, one with all things, The One that holds his composure
I imagine that the father, is farther than He is,
He is a provider of everything, everything except his presence because He resides in His throne room,
I bow when I am near, and in doing so only heighten his reverence and his mystery, always missing his face as my head tilts down in respect,
Let me tell you who I think God is,
He is Father seen through my lense of 2500 years of filial piety,
Who do I think God is?
I think He is an Asian Dad.
Let me tell you who I think God is,
I think She is Spirit,
She is the third person,
Third privileges means She takes the back seat to the Father and the Son,
But She doesn’t mind, because privileges, thrones and palaces are all too easy for her to penetrate with Her essence,
Her soft touch, the soft spoken breath of her words and Her elusive but, O so tender embrace that cuts through duality,
She is God, She is wisdom, She drives us into the wilderness, She guides us if only we would listen,
She is always present, one with all things, The One that hovered even when all things was not yet,
She sits with us, she holds us, walks with us, even when walking is hard and meaningless,
Let me tell you who I think God is,
She is Spirit seen through my lense, She is the gentle nurturer, humbly whispering into the ears of the Father and the Son,
Who do I think God is?
I think She is an Asian Mum.
Let me tell you who I think God is,
I think He is Son,
He is the second person,
Second privileges means nothing because second is as good as last in a world that elevates those who fight for the top,
But the second is His identity, his place, is to always be one step down from the first,
He is friend, He is flesh, He is the vine, He is the bread of life and He walked the earth with those who could not walk,
He is obedient, He always takes his place and His position only comes second to the Father,
He is God, He is the runner up, He is second class,
He is always with the least, the lost and the last
He is the connection, one with all things, The One that joins us in tangible, togetherness, touching, tickling and teaching us today.
He was born in a manger, excluded from his community, stuck in a world, in between worlds,
He holds the tensions of division, and builds bridges between places and people who don't count the other as the same,
He is the same, same same but different,
Let me tell you who I think God is,
Through my lense...
The lense I can not see
Who do I think God is?
'I'....don't know
Because im stuck wondering, pondering...
I'm stuck asking..
What is my lense?
Stuck asking who do I think God is?
I'm stuck asking,
Who Am I to ask this question?
Who am I to tell you anything?
Who am I to tell you that I'm a bit edgy?
Who am I if I'm not at the edge?
Who am I if I'm not at the margin?.....
I'm stuck asking
Who am I?
Tell me what you think,
Tell me what we think.
Who do we think God is?
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