my Breath

This morning

God went for a walk

in the city

in the cool

of the day

and, on the way

to the park’s trail,

she saw evidence

of civilization

but no signs of life.

She breathed

Yahweh,

her name,

pairing each syllable

with each inhale

and exhale,

as if to

resuscitate us,

to whisper

us awake,

sharing the rise

and fall

of respiration,

praying for

a resurrection

on her way

to the trail.

So, I wait

for her return,

here in the

rising heat

of the day.

The waiting,

my prayer,

the long wait

of longing,

Come home,

dear Lord,

come home.

I have arisen

from death.

Return,

my life,

my Breath.

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my Breath

by troy cady

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fathering

I live to know the joy

of just walking with you,

my child. To relish

the tall grass and

blooming red flowers,

to keep the peace

of simple love in silence,

to feel the soft breeze

do no violence

to hope, to mark

the beauty of your face,

the grace growing

within and between us—

I bind myself to you

and in this I find liberty.

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fathering

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enfolded

let these wrinkles be to me

the signs of a soul growing into

the folds of an aging body

a record of laughter

the story of hope in suffering

long stretches of silence

making peace with shadow

creased joy and tough love

memories of your touch

the gentle caress

of a trembling heart

as if skin could teach me

how to be at home in myself

by making a home in You

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enfolded

by troy cady

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Love Your Enemies

“Love your enemy.” There are hardly three words we could string together that would produce more inner dissonance than these. And, yet: if we cannot learn to love our enemies, we will only continue to reap more hatred, more division, more strife.

The expression “our world is falling apart” conveys only a half-truth. If we are to be completely honest, we need to acknowledge it has been falling apart for a long time now. For as long as we have made enemies of one another…that is how long the world has been falling apart. That is since the very dawn of humanity.

So: who is my enemy and how am I to love them? Everyone has an enemy. They are the people we hate. That is how we know who our enemy is. As someone who claims to follow Jesus, it is both shocking and troubling to me that it is very easy for me to identify my enemies. How quickly their names come to mind! How sad it is that I have risked so little to love them, and how safe I feel preserving their status as “the enemy” in my heart and mind.

How am I to love such a person? How am I to love such a group? How is “my group” to love “their group”? Within the answers to those questions we find the source of a true and lasting hope. This is the difficult work of loving one’s enemies.

At its core, what we are after is an end to Othering the other. At its core, the work of loving one’s enemies involves laying aside the mindset of “us vs. them”, the “home team” against “the visitors.”

How we speak of one another matters. Do my words dignify or only serve to divide? Labeling does not help the situation.

An enemy is still a human. Do my words humanize? In my mind, do I think of my enemy…as human? Is my heart able to see the humanity in my enemy, even the enemy who dehumanizes another? If I answer someone’s dehumanizing words and actions by dehumanizing them in return, what progress have I made? I must come to see that I cannot take a stand for truth by dehumanizing another, since truth is always a humanizing force. The commonality of our very humanity…rests upon truth. Truth dignifies.

These questions make me so uncomfortable. Surely this is the hardest thing to do…to love one’s enemy. And, yet: if we are to know peace within and without, it is the one task that must be done.

To be sure, there is hope. This has been done before. Enemies can become friends.

Surely this moment in history is a moment where we all have plenty of opportunities to practice loving our enemies. We will never perfect the art of it, but let us not give up rehearsing the new rhythms of it. We can take a stand for truth and humanize the Other at the same time. It’s hard, but we can do it.

We must do it. It is the only way out of our divisive enmity. May it be so.

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Love Your Enemies

reflections by troy cady

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Fighting for Peace

In a world overcome by violence, peace appears as a disruption that at first feels strange, counter-intuitive, even foolish. This is why true and lasting peace can only come with practice, countless rehearsals of non-violence. Day after day after day, we rehearse this way of deeper courage, longer endurance such that the very sign of today’s protest reflects the vision we have for a better tomorrow.

Fortunately, the sign of the future peace for which we long has already been shown to us by the peaceful One who has gone before and is in our midst even now. Christ, the Prince of Peace, invites us to rehearse the way of non-violence, to wrap ourselves in His very heart—for He Himself is The Way and He Himself is our Peace. In Christ, we see that the open hand (more than the clenched fist) disrupts the cycle of violence. Thus: as we work for peace, we take our place by His side, willing to lay down our life, willing to disrupt the cycle, fighting by refusing to fight on the world’s terms of violence—fighting the fight on heaven’s terms, beating swords into ploughshares.

To win this “fight” God does not raise up an “army,” per se. The people whom God raises up are not armed with the weapons of this world. Indeed, God’s people are empty-handed, open-armed. In this way, God raises up an alternative community which itself is to be a sign and foretaste of the lasting peace that God has in mind.  It is the community of the Beloved.  We enter the fight with open hands, hearts bared, laying it all on the line for the sake of love, even love for our enemy.

If we wish to disrupt the cycle of violence, let us rehearse love for our enemy. To rehearse such a strange love, we will need to wrap our lives in the One who has perfected the art of loving like that. As we do so, we will soon discover that we ourselves are the enemy He has loved. And we are joined by countless others who have been strengthened by the same love, even our own enemies. This is the community of the Beloved. This changes everything.

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Fighting for Peace

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*Sculpture: “Love” by Alexander Milov; photographed by Andrew Miller.

crying out. protest.

in the swarming chaos

I cry out for a center

a place of remembrance

a time when all is love

each breath sacred and counted

as if the soul could carry grace

the spirit swollen as pregnancy

and hope late-term breaks forth

breaking the fear

of another miscarriage

I cry out from the center

where the tremors intensify

and in my mind’s eye

I can see the beauty in the pain

the sweat as raindrops

these tears, the water,

this joy-in-sorrow life

I cry out in the center

praying God’s warm breath

would catch my dry throat

even as these open hands enfold

this new life in love,

these tears, the water,

this joy-in-suffering life

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crying out. protest.

by troy cady

6/8/20

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an invitation to gentleness

The strength of gentleness lies in its capacity to open us up, to come face to face, to stop, to slow down, to look and listen. Gentleness cannot be hurried. In gentleness we are able to face our fears. Quietly we speak. We recover ourselves. It is safe to be human again. We find that which we had lost in the violence—our better selves. Gentleness invites us out of hiding and gives us both the wisdom and the courage to stop fighting bullets with bullets. Gentleness teaches us to take our stand not in fits of rage but in hope, praying and believing that day will follow day. We trust to hope. And hope grows such that we make plans to walk the way of peace for a lifetime, step by step. Our resolutions become more than mere momentary reactions. Words emerge—healing and wise words—from a full and present silence, a silence borne of gentleness that quiets the confusion, chaos, noise and clamor within. Mark how gently life itself endures, as gentle as breath itself.

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an invitation to gentleness

reflections by troy cady

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*Photo by Georgia de Lotz via Unsplash. Creative Commons License.