The Christuman Way

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I have put my feet down. But the challenge is being patient and willing to stand there that I might come to know when I am standing on sacred ground and act accordingly, and finally see the deaths that I must die. Standing no matter how long it takes. As Mother Mary Francis puts it, “We wait for what may come in God’s slow time. God’s slow time. Yes, because it is the only kind he seems to have. He waits for us, as we so often refuse to wait for him. Waiting is at once the sternest and gentlest of arts. It cannot be taught, and yet it must be learned.”                      

Donna Piper Leichting

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St. Augustine, Father of the Church

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 The are some traditional forms of yoga, as I understand it, that are considered Yang yoga and the postures in terms of exercise, are geared for increasing blood and energy flow to muscles thereby developing muscular strength and stamina. On the other hand, there are practices that are considered Yin yoga and are seen as developing and strengthening the connective tissues of the body—ligaments, tendons, cartilage, the joints—all with an eye to opening blockages and expanding flexibility. While I think we understand the importance of core muscle strength, sometimes we overlook the importance of this connective tissue health. The connective tissues are what allow our bodies to bend, bow, stand, sit, turn on a dime, soften the blow of bone on bone.  They hold us together, keep us from snapping apart. They allow us to stretch and return to place. And to strengthen them, it would appear we do nothing but surrender, ask in, receive, suffer, allow the stretch in order to clear blockages, open channels of energy—all of which offers us a greater range of responsiveness, adaptability. 

In Christuman, as we seek to marry the vision and the action, how do we strengthen and nourish the connective tissues that allow us to stretch and hold in tension the contraries, the polarity, the paradox out of which is generated newness of life. Just as we look to the Yang, the masculine, as a model of strength and stamina, endurance and sacrifice, likewise we look to the Yin as an archetypal model of this essential connective tissue—flexible, elastic, gracefully responsive—eternally weaving beauty into the ever-changing patterns of relationship, guardian of womb and tomb—the protective, the holding fast, the receptive, the holy anima, the voice of water, the voice of place—the alternating current to the fire.                                      

Teri Martin

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Theodore Dreiser born in Terre Haute, Ind., 1871, died 1945: novelist and journalist
Works: Sister Carrie, An American Tragedy, The Titan
Quotes: “Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.” “Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are chaining together the great inaudible feelings and purposes.” “I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.”

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As we journey this month in our service to and celebration of the Feminine, the Yin, the Shekinah, may it be a sacred pilgrimage as we follow a path (so many to paths to choose but only one to follow) through the wild-ness, the be-wilderness, the mystery, the majesty. For in the feminine aspect of God, whether it be Mountains of majesty or glorious sightings on the inward journey and a creative outpouring of worship and praise, we discover the indwelling divine presence, the emanating glory of God.

Occupy us, oh Holy Hallowed Breath, replenish our minds with heady fumes of the sublime, renew our hearts with oxygenating compassion, recharge our life force, our souls with a breath so enveloping, so engulfing, so animating that we are charged with the Holy and there are no fleshy borders confining us, and there are no stultifying labels and preconceptions separating us, and there are no inhibitions and deprecating mantras minimizing the Hallowedness and the Holiness of your Breath now fully and completely occupying our minds, our hearts, our life force. Occupy us, Oh Holy Spirit, oh Shekinah, Oh divine essence, that we may be One.

Benjamin Martin

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Christopher Isherwood born in Cheshire, Eng., 1904, died 1986: novelist
Works: Goodbye to Berlin, A Single Man, Down There On a Visit
Quotes: “One should never write down or up to people, but out of yourself.” “If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it is not a world that I want to live in.” “I am a camera with its shutter open.”

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One day when I felt about to buckle under the weight of life, I picked up a small book I had not got around to opening. It contained a series of lectures by Vietnamese Buddhist monk and teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh. From him came my help. He did not “give over his life, or engage in sweaty combat.” He said he just “took refuge.” Every morning he said, “I take refuge in the Buddha. I take refuge in Dharma. I take refuge in the Sangha (his spiritual community)." That’s all. Rather than giving or wrestling his life away, he draws himself a home.

So now, when I awake, I say, “I take refuge in God. I take refuge in Christuman. I take refuge in my spiritual community.” For I have never known anything to be as worthy of my trust as Christuman, as God, as you people here. Together we create the Pure Land, our true home.       

Donna Piper Leichtling

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Thoughts from a Men’s Group hike to the Bowl of Tears, on Mt of the Holy Cross, Colorado…2013

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So we set out with a vision of reaching The Bowl of Tears -- a sacred point on the mountain that seems to capture the essence of sorrow and sacrifice as it draws the melting snow into its small, rock basin. And in its waters, the healing, transformative powers of a God's sacrifice destined to enter into Man by way of the cross and become Man, that Man might know God and the indwelling of God's spirit, the feminine divination of the Shekinah. Rather than rounded in shape, the bowl is outlined more like the state of Oregon with a reflecting pool containing the deep sapphire, clear glacial waters of the melted cross of snow. It is this vision which inspires our journey and sets us in the direction of the 12,300 ft nest of water.

Oh Holy, Hallowed Place occupy our hearts 
and wash us in vibratory song of wind and birds, 
and refresh us in the cleansing rains, 
and renew us in the vital greens of forest and meadow. 

Benjamin H. Martin

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St. Bartholomew, Apostle

Printing of the Gutenberg Bible completed in 1456

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