Monday, June 29, 2026

The Cosmic Shock of Listening: Moving Past Empire to Find the Kingdom

I watched Disclosure Day this afternoon, and I am still sitting with the profound spiritual weight of its climax. Sitting in the theater, watching the previews roll by, it felt like an endless barrage of cheap sex and empty suspense. But when the feature started, Spielberg offered something else entirely: a heavy, necessary mirror. As the film tracked into that monitor for its final, simple piece of advice from an ancient civilization - "Listen" - it felt like a lightning bolt aimed straight at our current cultural moment. 

Ultimately, the film serves as a devastating indictment of modern religious fundamentalism and authoritarian institutions, exposing how their obsession with ideological gatekeeping and control has stripped faith of its transformative empathy, trading the radical openness of the Kingdom for the rigid armor of Empire.

We live in a time where institutional religion feels increasingly defined by this precise need for control. There is an anxious, rigid desire to dictate what is considered "acceptable knowledge" for the masses. We see it in the cultural rhetoric that actually attempts to pathologize human compassion - using books like Allie Beth Stuckey’s Toxic Empathy to frame our natural, intuitive resonance with the suffering of others as a spiritual weakness. It betrays a deep mistrust of individual discernment, telling people they cannot even trust their own capacity to pray, feel, or love without an institutional filter.

This is not the work of the Kingdom. This is the work of Empire.

Empire vs. Kingdom

There is a sharp, historical distinction between these two forces:

  • Empire thrives on control, borders, and top-down authority. It demands absolute certainty and labels anything outside its approved boundaries as a threat. In Disclosure Day, the decades-long systemic cover-up represents the ultimate corporate and institutional hubris - holding onto power because the raw truth would upend their control.

  • Kingdom is inherently open, relational, and transformative. When the truth is finally broadcast to eight billion people in the film, it doesn’t arrive as a weapon of domination. It arrives as an invitation to radical connection, stripping away the armor of institutional power and leveling the playing field for all of humanity.

This systemic hubris isn't just an abstract concept; it has a very loud, very human face. I was reminded of this during a recent debate I had with an Oklahoma pastor. In his mind, it is his explicit job and spiritual responsibility to tell anyone and everyone that what they believe, how they live, and who they love is flatly wrong. He insisted he is required to "call out their sin" because he has positioned himself as the ultimate authority on what constitutes a lie versus what constitutes truth.

When the fear of shifting realities causes leaders to hide behind rigid structures and self-appointed authority, they stop believing in people. They trade the messy, beautiful work of spiritual growth for the cold certainty of political alignment.

The Radical Act of Surrender

The command to "Listen" is the ultimate spiritual subversion to this authoritarian mindset. It doesn’t hand us a complex new theology or a rigid set of rules to weaponize against our neighbors. It simply demands a pause.

In a culture driven by relentless noise, ideological defense mechanisms, and political posturing, choosing to listen is an act of profound surrender. It requires us to lay down our arguments, exit our echo chambers, and acknowledge our shared cosmic vulnerability.

Empathy is not a secular compromise or a progressive trap; it is the very mechanism of divine connection. If we want to find our way back to the Kingdom, we have to stop building the walls of Empire. We have to quiet the noise, look at the person across from us, and finally learn to listen.

Saturday, June 27, 2026

Breathing alone

It is now approaching 10 years since Pat's death.  Today would have been our anniversary, and that reminded me of how far I have come in this journey.

Your last breath 

Was our last breath 

Together

 A gasp 

And you were gone 

I’d been breathing 

With you for years 

A buddy system 

Finely tuned 

So sudden 

I choked 

I sputtered

I had forgotten 

The rhythm of 

Breathing alone

I flailed 

Surfaced, took a breath 

Sank

Kicked, struggled

Broke water 

Gasped 

Inhale, count to four

Exhale, count again 

In and out 

Breathing should be automatic 

Yet a baby needs 

A thump to kickstart 

That intake of air 

Your death 

Was an unexpected rebirth 

Unwelcome, but undeniable

Firm whack 

Mouth open, lungs 

Expand, collapse 

Repeat 

Year by year 

The rhythm 

Of life 

Returned

Without a strict command 

Me, not us

I breathe alone. 


Thursday, June 18, 2026

Hope

News it’s overwhelming

News incites our fears

All around us

We’re surrounded 

By the hate, the greed,

The jeers

All the racism 

All the violence

Misogyny 

And apathy 

While our souls

They scream for 

Kindness 

Curse the blindness

That got us here 

Don’t lose hope

We are awakening 

Don’t give up 

Love will win 

We’ll overcome

Lift up our neighbors 

Bring the homeless in 

Diversity will 

Have a place 

Inclusion 

Gentle words 

The human race 

Isn’t finished 

Not yet 

We can still be one 

Hard Year

 Got no place to call 

Your homeland 

Burnt that soft place to land 

Searching for the remnants 

Broken compass

Lost the path 

Staring into empty air

Seeking even a shadow 

To cradle your weary head

Sending out a beacon

Signaling your despair

Pleading for a rescue 

From a burning 

Pit of toxic ash 

It was you who set the fire 

That burned the forest 

Took that love shack 

To the ground 

Walls of your lies

Were easy tinder  

There is no architecture 

For forgiveness 

Without a blueprint

Of remorse 

But you built on a 

foundation of sand 

To build with  stone 

It takes a man 

Not the coward 

With matches in his pocket 

Flash your lights

Call for mercy

Call for soft words 

It’s gonna be a hard year

With no warm bed

Your arson 

Brought you here 



Sunday, June 14, 2026

Drinking regret

 Drinking regret 

How does it taste?

The loss

The emptiness 

No soothing words

When all has gone to hell in a hand basket

Does it taste gray

Like desperation 

Or beige like 

Chunks of your soul 

Broken off, dying 

Perhaps it is red

Sharp

The bite of an angry gaping wound 

Regret

Burning like whiskey 

And you can’t hold your liquor 

Bitter and strong 

Like sleeping alone 

With no heart to warm you 

Does it rise up

In your throat like bile

Undigested jumble 

Of memories and longings 

For soft words, kind smiles 

The patience and trust 

You spilled on the ground 

A careless transaction 

Bought you a cold bed 

Drink deep

Learn to love the taste 

Of a ghost 

You poured this glass 

Yourself 

Resigning from the People-Pleaser Olympics

I hereby submit
My withdrawal
From the People Pleaser Olympics
I don’t recall
Registering
Yet here I am
Want me to jump?
How high?
I’ve bent over backwards
Gone the extra mile
A contortionist running
A biathlon
Just to keep the peace
The rules always change
Erasing a line
I said, “Do not cross”
Until I’m backed up
To the edge of a cliff
Forced into a diving event
I’ve been pulling out
Of this race
Bit by bit
Take me off the team
Tolerating bigotry
Was not on my agenda
There is no peace to keep
With those who devalue
Humans made Imago Dei
I’m also not competing
To be less, to mince words
To see how long I can 
Keep my mouth shut
Before the pressure builds
Disqualifying me, anyway
Integrity matters
It’s 1936 Berlin
I won’t play this game 

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Thrive

 My child

More than anything

I want you to thrive

I want you to choose yourself

To rise above the 

Lovers and the losers

Fickle men 

With weak minds 

And weaker hearts

I want you to succeed

To bloom and grow

Until you are so tall

You can look over their

Heads and see past

Past the indecision

Past their self-centered needs 

Push them out of the way

Look into the mirror, and SEE

The fabulous creature

You’ve always been 


Pyrophitic

Pyrophytic

We come from 
Hardy stock
Mystical, invincible
Fire-activated
Standing tall
Like a Lodgepole Pine
The fire that is meant
To burn us down
To turn our dreams to ashes
No
It can’t 
It won’t
The heat of the fire
The smell of the smoke
Open and unleash
The LIFE
The amazing life 
Within us
Serotinous souls
Awakened by trial
Rise above the flames
Rise above, it cannot destroy you
The smoke will clear
Find yourself 
Rooted, green
Stretching upward
To a brand new sky 

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Don't go fishing in my pond

Don’t go fishing in my pond
Put away your lures
They hold no charm
Your reel and rod
Are of no use here
That “no trespassing” sign
Should make it clear
This fish won’t bite
Your bait is vile
Pack your tackle
Accept denial
Put away your net
There’s nothing here
You’re hooked on losses
Your bobber’s snagged
Cut your line
You’ve caught…regret




Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Pandiculation

There’s joy

Where disappointment lived

There’s a smile 

Replacing the frown 

A relaxation

From all the tension

Now that you’re not

Around

There’s space 

There’s breath

The air feels right

Now that I can 

Breathe again 

Stretch

Contract 

Release 

Pandiculation

Dissolving tension 

Awakening 

To liberation 

Where I will thrive 

Monday, June 1, 2026

He can’t swim

The bridge is burnt

And he can’t swim

I claim safety on this side

His charred ground—

That’s his own now

I turn my back on the 

Years left behind

He burnt every bridge 

And as the smoke clears 

His sea of lies

Is too deep to wade

My solid ground

Is too far for him now—

Any trust?

That’s been drowned

I could swim back 

But I won’t

I step away

Heart unbound—

Saved by

The skin of my teeth

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Sunk Cost Fallacy

Sunk Cost Fallacy

My mother doled out
Idioms and proverbs
Her wisdom to
My little ears
“Don’t cry over spilled milk”
She would say
Clean up the mess
Move on
I understood
You can’t put it back
Humiliation is
Trying to lick it up
Either get more milk
Or if there is none
Drink something else instead
But grown up now
Loss aversion
Fear of waste
These are hard 
Heuristics
To shed
Hating to part
With an investment
In time
Of emotion
Trying to make
Sacrifices
Worthwhile
Yet heeding Mom's words
Would be best
It’s a cup that has tipped
Spilled milk
That has soured
Sunk cost
Water under the bridge
Perhaps you will find
A sweeter liquid
To pour
More refreshing
A thirst that is quenched
Clean it up, fill that cup!
No longer 
Throw good money
After bad
And hey, you were
Lactose intolerant
Anyway

Diminishing Marginal Utility

 Diminishing Marginal Utility
There was a miscalculation 
Of worth
It was a novelty
Not necessity
The cost to my peace?
Far too high
A relationship
Simply not in my budget
Just a product
Just a service
It’s an elastic demand
Not a steady need
It’s an “I can do without”
If the price is too high
A trend
When dying of thirst
You don’t look at the particles
Floating in the water
Care if the color is off
A funky taste goes unnoticed
But once the initial utility
Is met
Then comes the noticing
But you weren’t water
Not something needed to survive
Not a staple in my life
Just a passing fad
Like a fidget spinner
Enthusiasm 
Had to have
In the back of a drawer
Collecting dust on a shelf
The more time
The more distance
I realized that value
Was not sublime
The opportunity cost 
Far too great
Sunk costs
Be damned
No monopoly exists
It’s a free market
The marginal revenue
Fell far below
Marginal costs
Besides
Love should never
Be transactional

A measured amount

 A measured amount
Just so much
And nothing more
A taste, a tease
A promise
Of what’s in store
When consummation
Culmination
Finally occurs
Darling, it's a package deal
Without the love
It was always mid
Without the full expression
Of depth of emotion
It scratched an itch
And nothing more
Met a bit
Of a basic need
But failed to enrapture
A creature comfort?
Just a bit
Never truly
Satisfying

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Untangling

 Untangling


Muscles knotted

Thoughts snarled

A defensive tightness 

Down to my bone

Taut like a spring

Wound too tightly

Readiness, wary…

And then the cord broke!

The clenching released

Slack 

A slow loosening

And I

Working through the twists

The turns

Of the mess left

In its wake

Am freed