Circular Paths

My life lifts me from my darkest incubi

for God gives new birth each day

to my waking soul

I am never broken by minor hardships,

or defeated by others who take by the oneness

and inward-turned desires

for greatness and possessions

of those seeking the falseness of great material wealth.

As I walk through the forests of God’s creation

I am surrounded by treasures more valuable

and filled with such unimaginable glory that

neither age nor wisdom can accept as  

a reward for such glory and reward, for reward it is not.

I am born in a state of purity, love, wisdom and glory.  

It has taken me a lifetime of hardships

to find my way through God’s glorious forests

and fields of beauty and to the state of purity

in which I was born. Continue reading “Circular Paths”

Things We Are Too Busy To See. . .

. . .I am that paper napkin from Popeye’s. . .

                               . . . forever floating in the air on Highway 10. . .

. . .I am that old rotting empty can of Bud Lite. . .

                               . . . crushed on the side of Penn Turnpike. . .

. . .I am the broken branch in the pine forest of Minnesota. . .

                               . . .waiting to burn in the next fire. . .

. . .I am the family stuffed in a 40-year-old Datsun. . .

                               . . .looking for work as pickers on the west coast. . .

. . .I am called the panhandler, holding a sign, asking for a dollar. . .

                               . . .a legless vet in a wheelchair with no chance to get a job. . .

. . .I am the man in rags, sitting in the corner of the New York City subway. . .

                               . . .scared of all who step over me in the morning rush. . .

. . .I am that naked Jew just outside of Jerusalem. . .

                               . . .Hanging from that Cross!

I want to share something I wrote many years ago and may have shared with my listeners and readers. Morning meditation is a strange thing sometimes, so here goes:

Chrystal-white sunshine:

As we sit here in central Virginia, awaiting the nor’easter that is threatening to shut down the entire east coast of the United States, I wonder what our values are. My wife, Linda, Wonder Woman as she is called at St. George’s Episcopal church, is fretting over what will happen if we have even a minor snowfall here in Fredericksburg. I fully understand her concern; with over 2000 pounds of fresh fruit, vegetables, and durable staples to distribute at The Table, she is concerned about getting this food to those in need. This is to say nothing about the storage problems we have with such an active church. Truly, this is an issue that a snowfall will disrupt.

However, and there always is a however; however, we might look at this threatened snowfall for what it can be. Major weather events that completely disrupt our everyday lives can be a blessing. If we take this time to sit back, meditate on where we are, where we are going, we might be able to live with ourselves with greater comfort. We must live in the moment; I know this is a popular expression, living in the now, living in the moment. Take hold of our lives and examine where we are. Several questions will push themselves to the front of your mind. Questions, such as to where we are going, and why. Questions whether our current lives are taking us where we want to be in ten, twenty, or thirty years.

Thirty-two years ago, I was in the photography business – unhappily. As good as business was, expenses for rent and utilities, costs of goods to produce our final products, customers always in a rush, were issues that kept me awake at night. Then tragedy struck: on the way home on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I stopped to make a left-hand turn. The alcohol-induced driver behind me failed to notice my blinker and rear-ended my car, driving my car under the wheels of a very large deliver truck. Six weeks later, I was still in a wheelchair. Five years later, I was the proud owner of a completely failed business. Fortunately, doors were opened for me drawing to teaching. I ended my depressive solace becoming a history teacher at New Providence High School in New Jersey. As luck would have it, more doors opened and I studied for a doctorate in literature from Drew University, and in my retirement years, became an adjunct professor of American literature at Germanna Community College in Fredericksburg.

The strange thing about this is that I had gone to college in 1961 to become a mathematics teacher; this did not work out, and after a stint in the United States Marines, I came home to help run the family business, which over the years morphed into the photo business.

I was not living in the moment; I was taking the way I thought would lead to a comfortable life. During my 25-plus years in business, I did many things outside to enrich those I knew. I had photography classes; I rented space to amateurs to develop their own photos in my labs; I worked with the local school systems to enrich their high school photo clubs and courses. I taught Sunday school at Christ Church in summit off and on for twenty years; and I led the Christian Ed program at the church for many years. Do you see a pattern? I was edging towards teaching subconsciously. I was not actively listening to my inner voice, and therefore, I was not living in the moment, or what I refer to as living in the now. I never really took the time to learn what I really wanted to do; I was too busy doing, not thinking. . . until that fatal night in 1985 caused me to think and consider my options.

I have been honored to be asked to be the key-note speaker at the Academic Awards ceremony at Germanna Community College in April. I’ll bet you cannot guess what my message will be for these bright up-and-coming future leaders of our society, be it local, national, or ever international. These are young students from all backgrounds, all ethnicities, and all religions. I have been blessed to have some of them in my classes. They are the future of Virginia and the United States, and, they are the best students I have been blessed to mentor.

That’s all for today; enjoy your day away from the Madding Crowds.

Prayer:

Heavenly Father, Gracious God, as we ponder our life, we see where our mistakes were and what we tried to do to correct them. Many times,

We overlooked Your presence in our lives. We erred again and again, until we accepted that Your light the path for us to travel.

We thank You for always loving us and keeping us in Your loving embrace. We pray that we can learn from both past and future mistakes, allowing us to walk in Your light, on Your path to glorify Your existence in all lives.

Amen.

Bountiful Simplicity

Have we forgotten our roots in Christianity? Let’s be more basic, have forgotten the true teachings of Jesus? Jesus walked the earth preaching goodness, love, and simplicity. His only worldly possessions were the clothes on His back. Yet, He lacked for nothing. His relationships lack material possessiveness; and He invited us into the abundance of God’s presence. His only sermon was to those who struggled because of the cruelties of society.

In his letter to the Colossians, Paul writes, “Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” But we are unable to do this. We are hypocrites throughout. We pay more to Amazon than we do to God. Our quest for riches has turned us into the proverbial brood of vipers. We care more for material goods than for the man begging on the corners of our intersections.

We consume our own flesh. Our government gives enormous riches to the already super rich, and in doing so, robs what little the poor have, taking away housing, well-paying jobs, and basic human rights, such as quality education and quality health care. Just now, the mayor and council in our nation’s capital voted to spend hundreds of millions on professional sports and have cut spending on healthcare and raises for the working poor, with the promise that in the future things will improve. We’ve heard this promise before.

If I were an Old Testament prophet, I might write that God will strike down our kingdom and spread us far and wide for not following His way. He has sent a plague upon the land, taking our loved ones from us, separating us from family and friends. And nevermore shall our land rule the earth. Seven times seven plagues will spread over our lands.

But I am not an Old Testament prophet; I am a retired mentor of youth, genuinely concerned about the world they are inheriting. Are there leaders among our youth who will bring us back to a more reasonable path that we can follow, which will emphasize abundant simplicity and not overpowerful material wealth? I can only pray that there are. I see students demonstrating on college campuses against war; let us hope they pressure the government more for equality.

I do not know what the answer is; I am merely an observer, and a commentator. We must raise our voices and speak up telling our religious and political leaders that it is people that matter, not companies, machines, and corporate profits which go to private jets and other accoutrements. I remind us of what Jesus preached in his only sermon, only whose who live God, love God. Do we?

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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Magical Beach

Watching . . . an unknown family –

A fishing line . . . drifting in the surf –

A little boy . . . body surfing –

A little girl . . . dreaming –

Mother absorbed in a romance novel –

Father watching the swirling kite –

                  shading his eyes from a bright sun,

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Me, sipping wine on my 8th floor balcony –

watching. . .         remembering. . .

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

a little boy holding a dead soft-shell crab –

                           far from his body. . . grimacing –

a little girl digging for sand-crabs –

                           her yellow shovel and red pail by her side.

All of us walking to the general store,

                  climbing a windmill, playing miniature golf,

after a bucket of crab legs and a bluefish caught. . .

                                                 by the little boy. . . not Dad.

Dad’s bluefish swimming off with his brand-new fishing pole!

               We know that family on that beach

              It was ours many, many years ago

             We know them well. . .so,

             We gift them all God’s happiness

             As they gather. . .

             their memories.

            May they too be blessed.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

 

 

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The Breath of God

I often dream of my youth, lying on the roof

of the apartment house in which we dwelled.

Oliver’s woodlands surrounding my reveries;

the false aromas of nature filling my imagination;

the iridescent beauty of the pansies,

and the fields of bluebells surrounding

remembered Quonset sub-divide at Shanks Village

bringing thoughts of happiness to this boy

lost in the world macadam streets. . .

and concrete sidewalks.

The breath of God seeping through

the dirt and the crime of the city,

bringing true Joy to a young heart.

 

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

 

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Wisdom Cries Out!

searching. . .  searching,

                               find spaciousness,

for open space unclothes.

 

letting thoughts flow,

                               forget perfection’s call,

curb the individual voice.

 

listening in prayer,

                               float on waves of love,

open the self to discovery.

 

welcoming the reality of God,

                               feel the freshness,

of the breeze within.

 

accepting truth and mercy,

                               gain lasting Truth,

. . . God heals.

 

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

Rising to the Beauty of Our Lord’s Day

I arise to the glory of the Lord’s Day;

the cacophony of the silence interrupted

by the rustling of the floral fronds in the gardens

surrounding our rustic patio;

my morning reverie is paused by the

chuttering of a nearby squirrel

demanding I return to the darkened cavern of my home,

allowing him to return to his burglary of the finch’s feeds.

I hear the finches whispering their demands for me to leave,

allowing them to return to the feeders,

surrounding what I foolishly thought was my personal paradise.

I arise to the cacophony of silence graciously given to me. . .

each morning to the glory of the Lord’s Day.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

 

 

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Believe

Do you believe that there is an exploding bomb in such a small word as believe. It is powerful, I have used it twice in the first sentence. I want to think of believing in a spiritual sense, and not merely a religious sense. I don’t want to question anyone’s firmness of belief, only to ask one to look at the spiritual truth of your relationship with and to God.

We talk of truth; is it God’s truth or is I man’s truth? If we are talking about God’s Truth, the Truth that Jesus brings with his messages, it is not a faltering truth. This is the Truth that God gives us freely, with the joy and Grace that blesses the world with peace and harmony. It is a Truth that cannot be questioned. It is a truth that when all else is stripped away, there is nothing left, nothing except God.

Jesus walks this Earth asking us to believe in the firmness of God’s Truth. This is not blind faith; this is evident in everyday life. I have seen people trip and fall; others, perfect strangers rush to their sides to help them to their feet, hoping that there are no injuries. This is people living in God’s harmony with one another; this is God’s Truth in action. This is the firmness and constancy of Tru faith, the spiritual truth that comes only from God.

it rises from the depths of our very souls, where God lives within us. This is the place where we fear to go. This is the place within us that Joh calls the Dark Night of the Soul. It is where we ‘think’ rest all our fears and doubts; it is the place that we think conceals our worst nightmares. It is where we truly fear to tread. I have been there! I have weakly, like the coward I am, dug deeply into this cavern of fear and found a mirror image of myself, a gentle man, shining in brightness, asking to be freed, taking my hand and leading me up to the light of life, the light of God’s prayer, asking for my blessing in God’s name.

I firmly believe that this is my inner self, the one whom Jesus promised would be within me always in God’s name. So, I walk through life in prayer, knowing that God’s light shines within us and on us; we only have to let it shine, recognize its existence, and share its love with all we meet. I pray that God’s light will shine on us day and night.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

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Love

When I was a child in Sunday School, one of the first lessons I learned was that the name of God was Love. and that God was Love and that Love was all around. And every Sunday throughout my eighty years of life, in some way or other, I have heard messages of love come from various pulpits regardless of what faiths or what religions are represented.

In my lifetime, I have been a member of the Christian Science Church, The United Church of Christ (UCC) and the Episcopalian Church; I have attended services in at the Hebrew temples, the Muslim mosques, and the Hindu Ashrams, and the Catholic Churches. I will be the first to admit that I do not understand all that goes on and all that is said from the various pulpits. The various traditions that I am not familiar with and those that I am familiar with can be and many times are very strange to this aging mind.

What I do understand is that all of the religions that are shared in common with their beginnings in the deserts of the mid-eastern world are four wonderful qualities: benevolence, blessing, charity, and generosity. All of these when put together reveal the Grace that God instills in us that is expressed in our eyes when we meet others who are in need of God’s loving care.

I cannot stress the memories of the lessons and joy of learning and the practices in my life of sharing God’s mercy with others. When I say mercy, I really mean compassion and kindness. Mercy seems to be such a distant, religious word that seems to be beyond our everyday touch and understanding. But compassion and kindness are qualities that I practice on a daily basis, even to the extent that my wife tells me to move along, others are waiting.

I believe we all have an inner strength, a power that is capable of helping all. We may not be able to heal as Jesus did, but with a little understanding, we can realize we do have the power to help others. Personally, I do it with the spoken word which drives my wife crazy. I have a kind and wonderful word with and for all whom I meet. Every person I meet is a special person, he or she is a child of God and can be healed by God’s Love and special word.

Jesus spoke in parables, which when translated and understood created understanding and healing. I cannot do that, so I speak in plain language of Love, the Love that God give me. He gave me inner strength that I can use that I can pass through words that I share with others that strengthen my love toward others regardless of who they are. I don’t ever walk with the Pharisees. Being a sinner, I am so much more comfortable dining with them.

I flow with God; I have been healed by God; therefore, I try my best to do God’s work. I am not a minister. Far from it. I merely love to share the life of others. Love, All is love.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

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