We had the privilege of my dear friend Rev Doug Gay preaching for us in Fitzroy this morning. The lectionary readings of Malachi 3 and Luke 3 had Doug sharing God's desire to purify us, from our self indulgence and lack of motivation towards justice, with fire and soap.
My heart was warmed with the inspirational challenge. When I had my Damascus Road conversion as a 17 year old I didn't commit my life to Jesus to get a 1/10 or 5/10 life. I wanted 10/10 - life in all its fulness. That is what I sensed Malachi's message of refining was all about.
So, as we went into communion I used this poem. I don't want what Malachi preached against - second best!
Don’t give me an analgesic soul wipe
Or a sanctimonious side swipe
But a sacramental hit when I’m just ripe
Burst the bubble of the selfish me
Not a dull dumbed down drab drone
Or a monotonous mumble and mad moan
But the glorious song that I’m not alone
Love to fire what we all could be.
Don’t give me easy empty cheap cliches
Or weightless words to get blown away
But some substance of soul to fight the decay
Poetic imagination that redeems
Not a rut that we cut way back when
Not the hurt of history again and again
But a done deal hope that grace can send
Seeing visions and dreaming dreams.
Oh this can be useless hobby
And I can be a sad time waster
The the bread and wine and follow
As a radical audacious dreamer.