Cruciformed

Thank you Mr. President

by robyn on June 5, 2009

US President Barack Obama and Buchenwald survivor Elie Wiesel walk to 'Kleines Lager' (Little Camp) inside Buchenwald concentration camp, 05 Jun 2009

Today President Obama visited Buchenwald Concentration Camp. My Great Uncle, József Soltész, was subject to that horror.
The Voice of America site reports:

“The president said he saw the ovens where prisoners were cremated and the bunks where they were kept in what he called the most “unimaginable conditions.” He said the sites have not lost their “horror” with the passage of time, and that grief and outrage over what happened have not diminished.

I debated whether to put a picture up of the camp. They upset me just to look at them. I believe we need to remember and feel that gut wrenching pang of the Holocaust.

So, I post the benign picture of Buchenwald
and the horrifying one (there were many worse; I could not bring myself to post them)

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by robyn on May 27, 2009

photo by Ken McCown

O Christ of the road of the wounded
O Christ of the tears of the broken
In me and with me the needs of the world
Grant me my prayers
Of Loving and Hoping
Grant me my prayers
Of yearning and healing

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I was supposed to offer a review of Ed Cyzewski’s excellent book, “Coffeehouse Theology: Reflecting on God in Everyday Life“. My apologies to Ed for not being able to fulfill that commitment. Soon after I agreed to blog my review my sister was diagnosed with cancer. She has had a very tough battle and much of my extra energy has been spent between TX & CA.
That said, I still highly recommend his book. Go visit his blog, In A Mirror Dimly

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Surely We Can Change

by robyn on April 13, 2009

And the problem is this
We were bought with a kiss
But the cheek still turned
Even when it wasn’t hit

And I don’t know
What to do with a love like that
And I don’t know
How to be a love like that

When all the love in the world
Is right here among us
And hatred too
And so we must choose
What our hands will do

Where there is pain
Let there be grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Help them be brave
Where there is misery
Bring expectancy
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Something

And the problem it seems
Is with you and me
Not the Love who came
To repair everything

Where there is pain
Let us bring grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Let us be brave
Where there is misery
Let us bring them relief
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Oh surely we can change
Something

Oh, the world’s about to change
The whole world’s about to change
David Crowder

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Good Friday

by robyn on April 10, 2009

“Crucifixion” by Gregory Eanes

He who hung the earth in its place hangs there,
he who fixed the heavens is fixed there,
he who made all things fast is made fast upon the tree.
The Master has been insulted,
God has been murdered,
the King of Israel has been slain by an Israelite hand.
O strange murder, strange crime!
The Master has been treated in unseemly fashion, his body naked;
not even deemed worthy of covering that his nakedness might not be seen. There the lights of heaven turned away,
and the day darkened,
that it might hide him who was stripped upon the cross.

Melito of Sardis,
second century pastor and theologian

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