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Ezekiel’s Riddle

December 15, 2009 · Leave a Comment

‘They look but they do not see, they listen but they do not hear’

Context (So what?)

Lots of prophecy is like a riddle, and this is a classic example. Some of the writing on this site is about trying to understand prophecy, often the prophecy of the Gospels. Prophecy is one of the gifts of the Spirit, but it usually appears as riddles, and really is one of the challenges in coming to terms with a Christian faith. Prophecy seems like a riddle because it demands a shift in thinking to understand the message within it.

This prophecy is from the book of the prophet Ezekiel. It is very similar to the quote from the prophet Isaiah which Jesus uses in Matthew 13. Matthew 13 is a particularly interesting chapter as Jesus explains the use of parables to the disciples. The parables were riddles to the crowds who flocked to hear Jesus speak, and Jesus described the understanding of the crowds using the prophecy ‘they look but they do not see, they listen but they do not hear’.

Even though prophecy is often like a riddle, it also has an enduring quality and a deeper meaning in a range of situations. I have described this quality elsewhere as bell like or resonant. Recognising this sort of resonance helps to understand the meaning of prophecies as they come to mind in various contexts. Like dreams, there are clues about ourselves and our purpose in these strange recollections. They are only clues though, and must always be considered in the light of the Great Commandments as Jesus intended.

Looking back to the prophet Ezekiel gives some more insight into the prophecy of Jesus. Reading the book, there is no doubt that Jesus would have known the text by heart. Jesus refers to himself as the Son of Man throughout the Gospels just as Ezekiel does. The link is direct, strong and obvious, and defines the relevance of the Book of Ezekiel. Jesus surely saw in himself the fulfillment of this line of prophecy in particular, rather than creating a new prophetic timeline as some readers would have it. The thrust of Jesus’ ministry is found in Ezekiel, for example 18:31 ‘Cast away from you all the crimes you have committed, and make for yourselves a new heart and a new spirit. Why should you die, O house of Israel?’

The title ‘Son of God’ would have been very unappetising for the Jews with their faith in one God. Certainly in the Gospels Jesus avoids the term like the plague with very good reason – it could get Him crucified. With the later romanisation of the faith, however, the terminology swings in the opposite direction! The Gospels need a close read considering Jesus’ use of both terms – ‘Son of Man’ and of course the ‘I AM’.

The deeper meaning of the prophets which Jesus might have been expected to resolve with his ministry, as explained in Matthew 13, ended up stuck in this prophecy. The plethora of opinions, interpretations, denominations and translations of the parables and indeed the Word, point consistently to a people who look without seeing and listen without hearing. A truly resonant and endurable prophecy in the best prophetic tradition!

This must be meant to be part of the shape of the Kingdom.

The picture is of one of the four wheels in Ezekiel’s vision which conveyed four strange creatures in any of the four directions in which the wheels faced, as the Spirit wanted to go. I had the thought that this could be a synonym for either the Church, the Kingdom, or for Heaven, depending on the individual focus.

A footnote: The Orthodox celebrate the Saint’s day on 21 July. According to the Fathers, the wheel suggests the sharing of light with the nations.

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Reluctant Prophecy

November 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Clear, bell like,

prophecy rings in tones

of various dimension.

 

Scientific tests of prophetic tradition

turn blind justice

into reasoned lust for control of the genre

by inquisition.

 

Peevish, pompous, minor prophets

expect their divination to rule our fears.

Is our benevolent weatherman

beatific or heretic?

 

Jonah captured by a fish

can’t hide from sight in paranoiac distance.

Blind Paul restored

asserts that vision fades,

love is assured.

 

Can blind faith be healed by clay and spit?

 

Translated by the heart

 

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Heretical Monism

November 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I don’t care if people

say that God can’t be part

of creation or else

it’s heresy.

 

I know they’re just talking

unsubstantiated

crap because I’m in God

and God’s in me.

the Pearl of Great Price
the Pearl of Great Price

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Love

October 17, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Love is a bit like the dampness that comes after persistent rain.

Love is a bit like the air that fills the sky and every tiny space.

The birds fly in it, the wind blows in it, but we never see it.

Love is most like gravity.

A tiny force between me and the sun that holds a mighty planet in orbit.

A force that weighs my foot to the ground and links me to every point of the universe.

A mysterious, invisible, undeniable connection between you and me.

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Where’s Kitty?

October 2, 2009 · Leave a Comment

kitty1

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The Orator’s Wife

September 30, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Deep in her gaze

we met

in love

with the dawn

she showed me

the sparkling jewels

which dripped

from

her silent mouth

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Steam Train ex Ballarat

September 23, 2009 · Leave a Comment

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Fourth Grade

September 21, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I have very few memories of my year in the fourth grade, about forty five years ago, but one has returned vividly in the last few years.

M was petite and pretty, with olive skin and pearly teeth, her fair hair held back from her face with a clip. A lively little eight year old with a bright smile and skinny legs in a school uniform.

She wasn’t my special friend but we all loved her in our childish way.

One day as we went out for play time things just weren’t right.

M sat at the back of the room, and as we filed past her desk she hadn’t gone out, and was crying. Under her desk was a puddle. She had wet herself and was sobbing with shame.

In hushed tones Mr A saw us out of the room and closed the door.

When we came back, M was gone, and I don’t really remember her again.

In the innocence of youth, the incident meant so little. The class was large and children were away from time to time, or left. We had no expectation or need of explanations, so many things we didn’t understand, so many things to discover, and memories faded quickly.

In later life the horrible realisation that Mary may have been abused, raped or molested haunts me. I feel her pain and shame, and see the despair that was in her face as I walked past her desk.

I just don’t know what to think of it, I wish I could offer some comfort.

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Top Albums – Choice 12

September 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment

U2 – Achtung Baby

Every artist is a cannibal
Every poet is a thief
They all kill their inspiration
and sing about their grief

The perfect epitaph for a band that died of exposure in the cold world of novelty.

But I did enjoy them so long ago, and Achtung Baby was a great album.

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Damaged Goods

August 30, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Trouble and misery;

Battling demons with com-

fort in my fear dodging

society.


Broken hearted, impaired

neurologically;

might salvage something from

anxiety.

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