Author Archives: Dr. Larry Taylor

experiencing the world of the spirit. audio. hebrews 10-11

Who Killed Jesus? Audio. Hebrews 8&9

Hebrews 5-7 (audio) Melchizedek

For Such a Time as This

In one section of Dostoevsky’s final novel, The Brothers Karamazov, the middle brother Ivan relates an imagined poem/story to his younger brother Alyosha in which the Grand Inquisitor[1] is interviewing Jesus. Ivan is a brilliant atheist. Alyosha is a devout Christian.

The story imagines the Inquisitor confronting Jesus for having created freewill, which, he maintains, is the cause of everything evil in the world. The Inquisitor’s argument, in part, is that Jesus should have taken the satan’s offer, bowed to him, and seized the world’s kingdoms. Jesus could then have controlled world history, eliminating all the wars, oppressions, poverty, and injustices. Would we not be better off in such a scenario?

Jesus mostly listens, then wins the argument by lovingly kissing his opponent, leaving him stunned by mysterious grace. Later, Alyosha counters Ivan’s intellectual atheism in the same way – not with argument, but with love.

It seems clear that we do not have unlimited freewill. We are products of genetics, environment, influences, and circumstances. Our lives have predetermined parameters. We only have so many years to live, so many opportunities to learn, so much potential capacity. I’ll never be a professional football player or a concert violinist.

But it’s also evident that we have freewill within those parameters. And, in most cases we don’t know exactly where the limits are. Enough brave people have defied the odds and risen above disabilities, disadvantages, and severe adversity to teach us to push the boundaries of possibilities.

Imagine a ship on its way to a foreign port. The port of call is our destiny. Being passengers and not captain or crew, we do not control where the ship finally docks. Moreover, as we sail, there may be events over which we have no control. We might experience illness or injury, for example, or, more positively, we might meet a stranger who changes our lives. But within those parameters over which we have no control, we have freewill, agency, to do what we like, eat when and where we want, talk with whom we choose, and so on. I can choose to spend the voyage in my stuffy cabin, or on deck enjoying the ocean air. Life is somewhat analogous – there are things out of our control, fate, or destiny if you choose, and there are also genuine choices before us.

Some people are content to live within the comfort and familiarity of the ordinary. Routine life in the affluent first-world occident lulls us into the ordinary. Content with the hand dealt to us by the fates, we are happy to be spouses, parents, neighbors, workers. On life’s voyage, we fall into routines. There is nothing wrong with that. It is both honorable and the path of the majority. Moreover, in much of the world, life consists of surviving day to day. Maslow’s hierarchy demands attention.

Yet within all strata of society, some seem almost possessed by a sense of calling. Traditionally, we call this a vocation or a calling. In the common vernacular, “vocation” often means whatever one does for a living. Here, I use the word to mean more than that. Vocation is a deep spiritual sense of calling. St. Paul said, “Woe am I if I preach not the gospel.” His ministry was not a job or a career; it was a divine calling, impressed on him from outside, almost against his will. His freedom came into play when he submitted to that calling. He could have refused. He likely would have been miserable from then on and viewed his calling, his vocation, his fate, as a curse. Submitting, it became his passion. It gave him joy, meaning, and a sense of wellbeing even in adverse circumstances.

True vocations come from the Divine. They contain a sense of destiny and passion. Divine vocations seem to always be in service to creation. I’ve seen it in pastors, priests, veterinarians, social workers, physicians, psychologists, authors, teachers, nurses, naturalists, scientists, and grandmothers. Conversely, one can engage in any occupation as a job, duty, or career, rather than from a sense of calling.

Not all vocations or callings are divine, however. There are people who will sacrifice anything for power, money, and fame. They are obsessed, driven; they have a sense of destiny, but it is infamous. There are nefarious forces in the universe that deceive, seduce, and wreak havoc. If one feels a sense of destiny, one must discern its source. A vocation that promotes health, wholeness, oneness, wellbeing, actualization, individuation, charity, conservation, stewardship, justice, equity, and the elevation of the poor, marginalized, and disenfranchised is almost certainly divine. Conversely, a vocation that leads to the opposite is demonic.

Nietzsche took the demonic path. He proclaimed himself Superman, said that God was dead, called Jesus “the pale enemy,” and insisted that might makes right. Hitler combined that philosophy with populace nationalism, a myth of racial superiority, national exceptionalism, and a perversion of Christianity. Nietzsche wound up insane. Hitler committed suicide after murdering millions.

These are Kairos times – a major transition is underway. Nations, as well as individuals, often get the fate they deserve. I have deep roots in the United States. I’m a member of the Sons of the American Revolution. Ancestors fought to end slavery. My father spent five years at sea combatting Nazi fascism. As a nation, we have never owned and repented of stealing Native land, the genocide of indigenous peoples, slavery, racism baked into our institutions, white supremacy, misogyny, homophobia, political corruption, and the avarice that lies under many evils.  As a nation, we are plunging into insidious despotism. An entire political party has been taken over by a lying, cheating, racist, greedy egomaniac. By and large, “white”[2] Christians[3] support a man who embodies the seven deadly sins and whose policies, in so much as he has any, are diametrically opposite of the teachings of Christ.

Is a neo-fascist, jingoistic despotism our national fate? Are we, like Nietzsche and Hitler fated for a destiny we created and deserve? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Either way, within those parameters, we have individual freewill. We can choose how to act and react.

Given this Kairos moment[4], how are we to respond?

On one level, the answer is obvious – take a strong stand for justice, peace, acceptance, understanding, and honesty. Stand with the oppressed, marginalized, victimized, disenfranchised, poor, sick, and outcast. For Christians, proclaim the way of Jesus – love, grace, mercy, nonviolence, hospitality, forgiveness, acceptance, service to those in need.

On a deeper level, recognize that all of us are created in the image of God. All of creation is precious and sacred. God loves every single person so much that Jesus died for them. God is not willing for any to perish.

Coming to that deeper level requires the relinquishment of the ego’s need to control. It requires submission to the overarching Divine Will, at the center of which lies justice and nonviolent resistance to evil. Our collective existence is at stake.

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[1] Most likely Tomás de Torquemada who was Grand Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition from 1483 to 1498.

[2] There is no such thing as a “white race.” Whiteness is an invention of modern racists to support chattel slavery. There is only one race – human.

[3] It is difficult to assign the title “Christian” to those whose beliefs and actions are the exact opposite of what Jesus taught. One’s impeccable doctrine is of little value without the fruit of the Spirit.

[4] Theologically, a kairos moment is an opportune time within God’s plan and will.

Israel, Birthright, Blessing, & Rest. (an audio teaching on Hebrews 3 & 4)

after the night shift

After the night shift,

She was, I believe, walking home along a country road just at dawn,

Listening to a chorus of birdsongs, watching the sun rise – deep golden, when

A large jackrabbit caught her eye. Without thinking,

She turned aside and followed the path it took across the barren field

Up into rocky cliffs decorated with petroglyphs.

There, among the depicted people, herds, hunters, and arrows,

A carving of a labyrinth caught her eye.

Forgetting the jackrabbit, she stopped and pondered.

Perhaps it was one of the mirages deserts are known for.

It couldn’t have been sunstroke as it was still the cool of the morning.

Whatever the cause, she swore later that before her eyes

The labyrinth began to turn, slowly spinning counterclockwise.

It stopped when the sun-cast shadow aligned with its

Center, and the cliff in which it was carved

(When? 13 centuries ago?)

Gave a groan and a stone door opened revealing a long, dark hallway.

Shadows played on the sides of the elongated cave tunnel.

A soft feminine voice, musical, lyrical, whispered from within.

It said nothing.

It said everything.

Unafraid, she entered.

An other-worldly glow of amber light illuminated her steps.

She could see clearly where she was going, but not

Where she’d been, nor where she was headed.

Water, so precious in the desert, dripped from the walls.

The air was cool and clear with a tinge of burning sage.

The tunnel opened into a large underground cavern with vaulted ceiling. 

Rainbow colored stalactites hanging from the ceiling,

Kissing emerald-green stalagmites rising from the floor.

A lake of pristine water glistening, reflecting the colors – its surface

Rippled by the fins of large lavender and white fish.

Female voices sang fluctuating ethereal notes.

A deep inner peace swept over her.

She stood in awe, waiting.

Shadows played across the walls – a herd of bison running,

Mountain goats ascending, eagles swooping, fish leaping.

Trickling water accompanied the voices.

All fell silent.

A stag, majestic, huge, many times the size of the largest moose,

Antler rack as wide as a barn, suddenly simply there –

Standing next to the lake under dripping stalactites.

He lowered his massive head, drank deeply, slowly lifted his head, and

Looked directly at her with eyes of massive mercy.

She was not surprised when he spoke in the native tongue of her indigenous ancestors.

“Daughter of the Moon! Come!”

She followed him into another long tunnel,

Although the stag passed easily, the ceiling was for her at times

So low she had to stoop and so narrow she had to turn sideways to pass.

A light appeared – sunlight tunnel’s end.

They emerged into an aquamarine world bathed in soft rose where

All the animals that have ever inhabited earth danced as one.

Waves lapped an orange shore.

Golden dolphins and yellow whales leapt, spun, swirled, breached.

A gentle whirlwind lifted her off the ground and carried her out over the sea.

The stag nodded.

The songs, the voices, the music she had heard resumed, increasing in volume.

Planets above, galaxies, nova, stars spun and sang.

Music of the spheres blended with feminine voices.

Plants and animals joined in. All creation in symphonic harmony.

Beyond time, she gently danced in air and sea,

Sang in ecstasy with creation. Something held her.

She was safe, secure, warm, embraced.

Warm tropical air carried her to an island of white sands and swaying palms.

Gentle people, naked, unashamed, welcomed her with smiles,

Each wore a soft pink lotus vinok.

Their hair was feathers,

Their bodies black as a moonless night,

Their voices as pure as new-fallen snow on the mountaintop.

They escorted her into a banquet hall where

There they dined and drank sweet nectar with gods and unicorns.

The gods were translucent, wearing long flowing robes; they

Floated to the banqueting table, singing the same

Esoteric notes she heard in the tunnels and cavern.

They too were smiling as they lifted her up into the air.

In their care, she flew, softly, gently, without hurry.

High on a mountain they gently set her down before a massive golden throne.

Before the throne, a golden labyrinth, identical to the one in the petroglyphs,

Contemplative cherubim walked the labyrinth slowly chanting their prayers.

A Being made of Light sat thereon.

A deep voice spoke words of Perfect Love.

She drifted into sweet sleep.

Strong arms under her.

She awakened in the homeless encampment in which she lived,

And began her daily task of taking food and bandages to her neighbors.

April 22, 2024

“A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.”

(Matthew 2:18; Jeremiah 31:15)

Fifty-three years ago today, I was a 20-year-old college kid sitting alone in a cold sterile deserted hallway at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. The obstetrician, now in his suit and tie and on his way out, saw me and said, “You mean no one has come to talk to you?” He let me know all was well and escorted me to the nursery where a fully-gowned nurse held up a 9-pound bawling red baby boy. I wept with joy and praised God for the next three hours.

Thirty-eight years ago, on my 35th birthday, the brilliant, vivacious, adventurist son I loved with all my being committed suicide.

Between those two events, Elliott filled the world with ceaseless exciting activity – double black diamond ski slopes, freestyle rock climbing, Latin lessons, science experiments, German folk dancing, electronics, science fiction, calligraphy, ice hockey, heavy metal music, varsity wrestling, skipping grades, messing around with his peers, wooing his girlfriend with roses in her locker, church youth group …

… then, on February 11, 1986, the world lost a brilliant mind and a tender soul. What would he be like had he not given in to adolescent impulse? Another Francis Collins or Neil deGrasse Tyson?

The loss of any child by any means is a loss to all.

·      13,000 children killed in Gaza.

·      Russia has killed at least 1,800 Ukrainian children.

·      Over 3 million children die of hunger every year.

·      From 2007 to 2021, the suicide rate for Americans aged 10-24 rose 62%.

·      Worldwide, eleven babies die every minute.

·      43.3 million children are living in forced displacement.

·      Under the Trump administration, the United States sent at least 21,300 asylum-seeking children and their families to dangerous Mexican border cities where they are unable to access basic services and often become victims of criminal cartels.

Avoidable deaths.

Every single child is created in God’s image, is deeply loved, and is filled with unfathomable potential. To lose a child is to lose a piece of the future.

Without exception, every child deserves love, food security, clean air and water, proper sanitation, and an environment void of killing.

Weep for the children.

Pray for peace.

Work for justice.

End poverty.

Stop the wars.

Ban the guns.

Feed the hungry.

House the homeless.

Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, and do not stop them, for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” (Matthew 19:14)

We Worship Jesus Not the Bible. Audio. Hebrews 1&2

Wandering lessons of established loves

Wading ashore dripping with kelp

Faces radiating rays of sunlight

They embrace the beachgoers

One by one with soft warm tender kisses

Sorrows and worries melt away

Infusions of energy surge in time with the surf

Light shoots upward into a

Flock of royal gulls that

Spin with joy

Dolphins and gray whales leap,

Breach, and dance as ruby-glistening

Shadows sparkle atop Neptune’s trident

Accompanied by the rumbling bass of the

Blue whales a mile out to sea

Bright red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violent

Staysails, skysails, and moonrakers appear on the horizon

Flying jibs, foresails, mizzen and main set and filled

With a steady warm westerly breeze

She approaches steadily

Flying fish and pelicans laugh

Tens of thousands more dolphins leap

All the cosmos slowly spins

Music of the spheres swells

Flowers spread over the land

Those gently kissed twirl upward

Carried on fairies’ wings and

Set softly on the barque as she runs downwind

Welcoming smiles from the angel crew

They are long-awaited

He comes, the great captain,

Rudy complexation, small of stature,

Weathered and muscular

Hair like black wool

He speaks.

Guilt is dead.

I’m not a Joe Biden fan

Having an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others is a sign of a serious personality disorder. Antisocial personality disorder (also called psychopathy or sociopathy) and narcissistic personality disorder are two examples. An example of the former is the criminal who seems to have no conscience and no ability to empathize or sympathize.

Donald Trump is a textbook narcissistic personality disordered person with an unreasonably high sense of self-importance who requires constant, excessive admiration. He brags a lot and comes across as conceited, feels he deserves privileges and special treatment, exaggerates achievements, takes advantage of others, and reacts with rage or contempt to belittle other people to make himself appear superior. Dangerously, he embodies the seven deadly sins: lust/misogyny, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride. Incredibly, he is supported by white conservation Christians.

Patriarch Kirill of Moscow, the head of the Orthodox Church in Russia is a former KGB operative, a multimillionaire, and a staunch supported of Vladimir Putin, whom he calls “the protector of the church.” Franklyn Graham visited him and told him many American Christians wished for a president like Putin.

The true church, however, consists of God’s people who are following Jesus’ teachings and trusting Jesus for salvific redemption. They are citizens of the Kingdom of God and therefore eschew jingoism. God’s church does not need any politician to protect or defend it. The true church is characterized by love for all (even enemies), nonviolence, sacrificial service, identification with the poor and marginalized, and justice. It does not seek political power or try to silence its enemies. Its people are characterized by kindness.