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TANATA is devoted to discussing the paradoxes and the mysteries of life, among which is the paradox of the coexistence of good and evil. “God is love,” John tells us. Evil exists, we would suggest, not because God is detached or unconcerned, but because free will exists which is required for true, unforced love to exist. Still, it is painfully hard to reconcile this paradox. We believe that all evil one day will be judged and destroyed, until then we must pray.

JOB XI

7 “Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty?

8 They are higher than the heavens—what can you do? They are deeper than the depths of the grave — what can you know?

9 Their measure is longer than the earth and wider than the sea.

10 “If he comes along and confines you in prison and convenes a court, who can oppose him?

11 Surely he recognizes deceitful men; and when he sees evil, does he not take note?

12 But a witless man can no more become wise than a wild donkey’s colt can be born a man.

13 “Yet if you devote your heart to him and stretch out your hands to him,

14 if you put away the sin that is in your hand and allow no evil to dwell in your tent,

15 then you will lift up your face without shame; you will stand firm and without fear.

16 You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by.

17 Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning.

18 You will be secure, because there is hope; you will look about you and take your rest in safety.

19 You will lie down, with no one to make you afraid, and many will court your favor.

 

 

 

Tuesday
12Aug

« Darkly Through A Glass »

DateTuesday, August 12, 2008

Just in time for New Year’s
Holy Days of Awe
We come from the jungle
To propose a law
To refresh your memory
To tell you the truth,
To stand for love and beauty
Foolish, reckless youth
We were vagabonds and clowns
Little sisters, brothers
Pledged to live and sleep in peace
And welcome any others
Creative and compassionate
Knowing we would die
Now we’re single minded
To straighten out a lie
Dying isn’t dying
We deserve rewards
We’re not bad or lazy
We don’t carry swords
We’ve got reservations
Paid for with our pain
All races, one nation
Taunting sons of Cain
Come and bring your weapons
We will carry none
We’re repeating history
We’ve already won
And when our work is finished
And you’ve reviewed the art
You’ll wish you had been wiser
And blessed with kindly hearts
Our message long in coming
For we have sought perfection
But barring that we know we’re right
To fight off the infection.
Seven years ago
We looked on to September
With New Year’s on the 17th
How clearly we remember
If they don’t mend their ways
Before the trumpet blows
There’s something going to happen
Escape is going to close
In those first days of awe
All things in critical mass
I saw the future clearly
Darkly through a glass.

—rcg

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