Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 They tell that a man so loving & just that many take him  for benevolent god was killed because his teaching so loving & just threatened the very foundations of empire & that against all law of life three days later resurrected, not unheard of in myth but wondrous still. His teaching still threatens empires & many who dare follow it are persecuted & killed, & his resurrection is nothing less than revolution.

 When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to release the prisoner, to rebuild the nations, to bring peace among the people, to make music in the heart.

 I solemnly vow that I will faithfully execute my role in healing, inspiring and empowering the people of our nation and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend dignity, justice and equity for all people and the planet. I take this oath and servant calling faithfully as an act of Revolutionary Love. (Painting by Arthur Poulin)

 When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and the princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to release the prisoner, to rebuild the nations, to bring peace among the people, to make music in the heart. 

I look at the world From awakened eyes in a black face- And this is what I see: This fenced-off narrow space Assigned to me. I look then at the silly walls Through dark eyes in a dark face- And this is what I know: That all these walls oppression builds Will have to go! I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind. The let us hurry, comrades, The road to find.

From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring. The place where we are right is hard and trampled like a yard. But doubts and loves dig up the world like a mole, a plow and a whisper will be heard in the place where the ruined house once stood.