"Getting to Three: Come! See! Believe It Is Good!"

"Getting to Three: Come! See! Believe It Is Good!"

Meandering Monotheists? Essentially choiceless? Muted but mutable? One-godders, made to wander, to wonder, like Arameans, what lies all along life's flung-spiral lines, linking lineages, to us, from us, through and beyond us. Latitudes, longitudes -- fixatings of the unfixable?

Backsliding, Blindfolding Binitheists? Two-godders caught between foreclosing choices? Bound strictly to one or the other? This way or that? Clashings of truncatable loyalties, over our heads, like cloned drones! Disembodying death! Fall or Redemption -- as if no Creation? Parent or Child -- as if no Holy Spirit?

Little Tougher-stuffed Trinitheists? Three-godders? Triangulating? Trusting in, trying out, randoms of freeness? Fairness, fullness, each tine and place, each thing and person? Unpredictable, unrestrainable, uncapturable, unliturgizable. One's conscious, two's company, three's crowd -- four's contagion! And counting?

Quadrupeds? Seasons? Directions? Elements? Stages of life cycles? Dare we add -- Game quarters? Diamond bases?

Who Are We To Be: "Little less than God" "Crowned with glory and honor?"
"Given dominion?" "All things put under our feet?" Under ours, of all feet?!
Sophia, our Wisdom, our Proxy, Presumptive Progenitor, crying forth birth of all things! Path from Autonomy! Through Subjectivity! To Full Communion!
Dominion without domination? Still fearing our own momentousness?

God showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, lying in the palm of my hand . . . 'What can this be?' 'It is everything that is made.'" (Julian of Norwich)
Yahweh, Sophia, "Us" -- "Let us make adam in our own image" -- polytheist from the jump! Creation maturing, awakening wake of Babel -- hierarchies crumbling, homogeneities fragmenting, orthodoxies scattering -- colors, cultures, nations tongues -- every species of human assemblance, displaced, dispersed, diasporated; human condition remaining but refugee, alien, stranger in strange land, no more escaping, avoiding, ignoring each other; frontiers left only within us, between us, among us -- sexual, spiritual, in all ways relational -- lending selves gladly to anyone?

By some, Creator never named, by others, named ninety-nine times, still looking for perfect one hundreth. "God of many names, gathered into one, in your glory, come and meet us, moving, endlessly becoming." Living peoples, Living Faith! Living Creator, Living Word! Living Savior, Living Works! Living Spirit, Living Witness! Living Body, Living Service! Living Ends, Living Earth!
Evolutionary Creativity?

Spirit commissioning, universally, unimperially, sharing Pentecost Power, long-distancing disciples, Letter now leavened with Spirit of Law; discipleship heart of our citizenship; refusal to trade more Bibles for lands, more rituals for resources -- made more modestly, honestly whole by each "other" we meet.