|The artist by my Mentor, Rabbi Mordechai Rosembaum|
Once there was a simple man, a crazy man, a strange man, a fool. Some said that he was a religious man, others said that he despised religion. Some said that he loved god, others said that he was a-theist. It was rumored that he had once studied to be a priest, but others said that he was a worldly man and much given to the temptations of the flesh. This same crazy seeker wandered through the streets on Sunday mornings holding high a lantern and looking for the church of his imaginings and for a god suited to his own strangeness. Maybe he was searching for a church which might be served and guided by married women priests who were called forth by Divine Sophia as revealed to the whole people of God? Perhaps he sought a truly universal church divested of all it’s material possessions and worldly power and whose only authority comes by way of it’s suffering service to the poor? Or did he hope to discover a church willing to martyr her own existence in pursuit of living in the spirit of sacrificial grace and universal equality through a freely chosen life of gospel inspired community? Maybe the fool imagined a stateless church, a powerless church, a church without rights, values, moral codes, flags, constitutions, ethics, integrity, wealth, color guards, or guns. A church-less church, a god-less church whose un-god cannot be found or lost, controlled, administered, spoken for, or (mis) quoted. A god without gender or sexual orientation. A shameful god. A weak and worth-less god. The kind of god that is useless for founding nations, establishing institutions, preserving empires, blessing business ventures, leading armies, or destroying one’s enemies. The kind of god that you could beat the shit out of and murder without worrying about any payback. A strange and crazy god.
And so the foolish seeker went from building to building, spire to spire, week after week. He sat alone in the back and kept his lantern under his coat and his mission to himself. And when others sang, he sang with them; and when others prayed, he prayed with them; and when others listened he listened with them, and when others wept he wept with them; and when others laughed he laughed with them, and when others closed their eyes, he closed his eyes; and when others said “amen” he said “amen.” And every time the offering basket was passed to him he kept nothing back but surrendered all that he possessed.
There now, and look, I’m almost late for tonight’s Lenten mass. Much obliged and all possible blessings.