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This note asks for a movie. What it really should ask for is where in THE BIBLE does Jesus say he does not care for you if you are gay.


We all regularly get emails offering Bible Study programs.

You should delete them at once.

Israel” Hebrew. Meaning. ‘God Contended’, ‘Wrestles with God’, ‘Triumphant with God’ Other names.

We are here to wrestle with God. Wrestling with anyone else is wrestling with those smaller than God.

Jesus called us not to allow ourselves to be called “rabbi” or “teacher.” He calls us not to call anyone on earth “father.”

Clearly those who call themselves “rabbi” and “teacher” are contrary to Christ. Priests are often called “father.” This is contrary to Christ.

If those who make themselves teachers of the word can not even get this much right why waste our money and time on them?

THE BIBLE teaches all of us are sinners and fall short of the mark. That includes me.

“Fall short of the mark” is the meaning of the word “sin.” It is an archery term which simply means “to miss the mark.”

That is all it means. , , , , (my favorite) .

Now which of us, unless we are born with a natural gift, shoots an arrow and hits the bull’s eye first time out? And for those who have a natural gift for it, that gift is nothing they can boast about.

However through trial, effort and by refusing to give in to failure we can through practice not only hit the mark but also hit the arrow in the arrow in the mark as Robin Hood did.

“Why do you see the splinter that’s in your brother’s or sister’s eye, but don’t notice the log in your own eye?”

If you are gay and someone says you are a sinner the response ought to be, “And you are not? Why are you worrying about the dust in my eye? Look to the log in your own eye.”

Too many who call themselves Christians ignore what Jesus taught; what the gospels teach.

They are themselves actually “anti-Christ.” They don’t know it but they are.

We don’t need a movie to know that. We need only know the word Jesus taught.

Yes, we can through conscious effort of our will master the bow and the arrow so that our shot hits the mark. Eventually that conscious effort exhausts us. We rule for a moment only. Rome ruled for a long time. But time ruled Rome as it rules us.

We all miss the mark.

I am not here to condemn anyone save those who condemn.

The folks who fault us are the most at fault.

In the end we don’t need to read THE BIBLE in any of its translations.

“Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. It is not up in heaven, so that you have to ask, “Who will ascend into heaven to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?” Nor is it beyond the sea, so that you have to ask, “Who will cross the sea to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?” No, the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it.”

It takes Faith to accept that. Without that Faith we may know THE BIBLE from from to back faultlessly but the word itself has no root in us.

It appears an awful lot of folks have no root in the word. Don’t trouble yourself about them. As they are rootless the wind will blow them away. By the way the word “Spirit” means “breath,” “wind, ” “air.”

Those who would damn you are full of air and hot air at that.

People who do not fuck get fucked up.

People who have not had their heart broken at least ten times know nothing about love.

–Reg Hartt


I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I.
“Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon run dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul pigsty.”

“Fair and foul and near of kin,
And fair needs foul,” I cried,
“My friends are gone, but that’s the truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart’s pride.

“A woman can be proud and stiff
when on love intent;
But love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not first been rent!”

William Butler Yeats.

Twenty-First. Night. Monday.

Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
Some-good-for-nothing-who knows why-
made up the tale that love exists on earth.

People believe it, maybe from laziness
or boredom, and live accordingly:
they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting,
and when they sing, they sing about love.

But the secret reveals itself to some,
and on them silence settles down…
I found this out by accident
and now it seems I am sick all the time.

Anna Akhmatova (translated by Jane Kenyon).


I once knew a woman named Benedicta, who
infused everything with the ideal. When one
looked into her eyes one wanted nobility, glory,
beauty, all those qualities that make us love immortality.

But this exquisite woman was too beautiful to
live long; she died in fact shortly after I met her,
and it was I who buried her one day when spring
was waving his encensoir even through the
cemetery gates. It was I who buried her, well
enclosed in a coffin made of a wood scented and
eternal as the treasure boxes of India.

And while my eyes remained fixed on that spot
where my jewel lay entombed, I saw all at once a
tiny human being much like the dead woman,
doing a bizarre dance, violent and hysterical, on
the loose earth. She howled with laughter as she
spoke: “This is me! Benedicta, as she is! I’m
trash, everyone knows it! And the punishment
for your stupidity and your blind head is this:
You’ll have to love what I am!”

I went into a rage and said, “No! No! No! No!”
And in order to give strength to my no, I
stomped the earth so fiercely with my foot that
my leg sank into the freshly turned earth up to
my knee, and like a wolf caught in a trap, I am
now tied, perhaps for the rest of my life, to the
grave of the ideal.

Charles Baudelaire (translated by Robert Bly).


It’s snowing hard enough that the taxis aren’t running.
I’m walking home, my night’s work finished,
long after midnight, with the whole city to myself
when across the street I see a very young American sailor
standing over a girl who’s kneeling on the sidewalk
and refuses to get up although he’s yelling at her
to tell him where she lives so he can take her there
before they both freeze. The pair of them are drunk
and my guess is he picked her up in a bar
and later got separated from his buddies
and at first it was great fun to play at being
an old salt at liberty in a port full of women with
hinges on their heels, but now he wants only
to find a solution to the infinitely more complex
problem of what to do with her before he falls into
the hands of the police or the shore patrol
-and what keeps this from being squalid is
what’s happening to him inside:
if there were other sailors here
it would be possible for him
to abandon her where she is and joke about it
later, but he’s alone and the guilt can’t be
divided into small forgettable pieces;
he’s finding out what it means
to be a man and how different it is
from the way that only hours ago he imagined it.

Alden Nowlan.

This is why we should belong to no group, no church, no party:
“but he’s alone and the guilt can’t be
divided into small forgettable pieces.”

–Reg H.

“Then Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples: “The teachers of the law and the Pharisees sit in Moses’ seat. So you must obey them and do everything they tell you. But do not do what they do, for they do not practice what they preach. They tie up heavy loads and put them on men’s shoulders, but they themselves are not willing to lift a finger to move them. “Everything they do is done for men to see: They make their phylacteries  wide and the tassels on their garments long;6they love the place of honor at banquets and the most important seats in the synagogues; they love to be greeted in the marketplaces and to have men call them `Rabbi.’ “But you are not to be called `Rabbi,’ for you have only one Master and you are all brothers. And do not call anyone on earth `father,’ for you have one Father, and he is in heaven. Nor are you to be called `teacher,’ for you have one Teacher, the Christ.

“But the anointing which ye have received of him abideth in you, and ye need not that any man teach you: but as the same anointing teacheth you of all things, and is truth, and is no lie, and even as it hath taught you, ye shall abide in him.”

I spent every day for two weeks in February 1970 at the grave of Douglas Fairbanks in Hollywood Cemetery. I was there not to revere Fairbanks (though he certainly deserves reverence) but to read and reflect on the ideas I had found in the Wilhelm/Baynes edition of THE I CHING and a uniquely powerful translation of THE NEW TESTAMENT which I had just read for the first time.







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