Good Morning, God

Reflection on the Third Sunday of Easter, Year A


Textual focus: Psalm 116:1; Luke 24:13-35
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He always says “Good morning,”  “Good afternoon”
or simple “Hello” as he meets others on walks.
“You never know what someone may want to tell you,
so I like to prepare the way with courtesy and care,”
he said in response to a friend who asked him about his habit.
“It might be Jesus out for a walk, or someone else
God has tapped with a message for me.
Besides,” he continued, “I believe
each of us is created in the image of God,
so when I greet someone I feel I am greeting
part of God. I really appreciate when God answers back.”

“Like the disciples on the road to Emmaus,
you just never know when a conversation
will change your life,” he said. “One thing is sure,
if you don’t engage others,
the conversation will not happen.  I am
not in charge of which conversations
God may use so I try to be open all the time.”

“Here’s the deal,” he said, “we pray
often for God to be present.
I wonder how God feels about that,
when in my experience God
already is here and now, everywhere,
all the time. There is no place, no time, God is not;
I figure my job is to be present,
so God can get through to me
when God wants. I even speak
to some trees, the squirrels, flowers, birds.
You just never know.
Like those disciples, I might get a message
from the food I eat—that’s why I give thanks,
not just physical nourishment
but also spiritual feeding.
Anything, everything, is possible with God.”



About this poem . . . As a boy, I remember wondering what it must have felt like for the disciples walking on the road to Emmaus to be engaged by, and to engage, Jesus. Later, thanks to some wonderful spiritual teachers and moments of my own, I began a lifelong journey into understanding I can experience that closeness, too. I am still learning, and receiving.


©Robin Gorsline 2017

What If . . . .

(2nd Sunday after Christmas, Year C; click here for the biblical texts)

The body of Christ wondrous to behold
paintings in museums chapels
Rembrandt daVinci El Greco
cathedral sculptures Michelangelo glory
beyond mere majesty beyond mortality
showing the historical One
no longer with us no multi-dimensional
breathing flesh blood figure
memory beloved spirit revered
central to living though not incarnate.
But what of God’s body you inhabit
I inhabit each of us living with
all the others offspring of God
family of the Divine a clear resemblance
to the parent who is both female and
male—do you think God is one or
the other—intersexed accounting
for each?
What if Jesus came not to be
the only one but hoping we would all
claim our godly bodies souls lives
disciples bonding on the road
to our own Emmauses where we see
in the mirrors of God who we are called
to be leading serving hanging on our
cross when needed rising always rising
into life beyond what the world gives and
takes refusing rules intended to
tame denying dogma that tamps
down spirit holy at our core–
What if – I’m just sayin’–
we you me here now are
the actual body of Christ?
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