Author Archives: Dr. Larry Taylor

Pulling it all together: An overview of the book of Revelation

All Things New! Revelation 21 & 22

Earth Swept Clean: Revelation 20

God’s Upside Down Kingdom: Revelation 19

God’s Upside Down Kingdom: Revelation 19

People With Strong Faith Doubt Everything

Well, maybe not everything. (Although I remember a period when I questioned my own existence and wondered if all of “reality” was in fact some giant’s dream that would go “poof” when he awakened.) Let’s not go down that trail. 

People of great faith almost always have deep doubts. St. Theresa of Calcutta and St. John of the Cross are good examples. Does God exist? Is God good? Who am I? Does my life have meaning? How do I know if all that stuff I was taught is true?

Doubt is not the opposite of faith.

You can’t really have faith if you have no doubts.

When we doubt, we do not doubt what is essential, fundamental, eternally true. We doubt our perceptions, our ideas, and our opinions of what is essential, fundamental and true. You do not really doubt God. You doubt your view of God. 

A client told me she did not believe in God. I asked her to describe the god she did not believe in. I don’t believe in that god either. She described a mean, demanding, oppressive super-being. 

Deconstruction is the process of doubting, questioning our perceptions, the ideas and opinions handed down to us by our parents, faith communities, and cultures. It’s healthy to ask why we believe what we believe. What are our essential values? Why?

But if all we do is deconstruct, we wind up sitting in a heap of rubble.

We also need to build and construct a fresh worldview, a fresh set of internalized values. We need a worldview that is more closely connected with Ultimate Reality. 

Why is it so hard to follow Jesus? Revelation 17 & 18

How Will God Make All Things New? An Overview of Revelation chapters 6-16

Spheres

Spheres in an Ocean of Love

Like all of us, they live in a 

Bubble called “Me,” which is

One of a handful of bubbles inside a larger bubble

We call “Family,” which is one of many bubbles

Inside the still larger bubble of “Our Tribe,” nested 

In “Nation,” which is nested in “World,” inside

“Galaxies,” inside “Universe,” which could be one

Of many inside “Ultimate Reality.”

The narcissist lives only in “Me,” 

As if that contained all.

The parochial live in “Family;” 

The fundamentalist in “Tribe;”

And the Christian Nationalist in “Nation.”

It is all idolatry.

The Spiritual Person lives in “Ultimate Reality.”

The Spiritual Person lives in the

Heart of Source,

The Secret Place of the Most High,

Under the shadow of the Divine Wings,

Without the loss of any lesser bubble.

The Spiritual Person lives in Freedom.

The bubbles, in defiance of all efforts to

Fortify them and incarcerate their captives,

Are all permeable cell-pods.

Pods within pods like nesting dolls

Self, me, myself, I, within

Clan, tribe, nation, within

Worlds unknown where

Fluorescent notes harmonize 

Into as yet unimagined 

Orchestration, all revolving around

Love.

It is, after all, a strange planet called

Sphaera, a vast and beautiful

Landscape mostly covered with bubbles – 

Round pods like so many soft marbles

Scattered unevenly in a garden –

Each one a translucent universe

Unto itself.

He lived in one of them, where,

For the most part, things were

Comfortable and felt reasonably 

Safe, and yet, he didn’t really 

Like it, in fact, at times, he

Hated the place but didn’t know

Why.

It was semitransparent like all the

Other pods – through blurry dreams

He could see others in their marbles, 

Some of whom looked happy, 

Others sad, some angry or even

Violent, thrashing about shadow boxing 

Nothing visible.

Sad people never left their pods.

How old was he when he discovered the

Door, its hinges disguised to blend with the

Rounded walls of melted glass? With trepidation he

Ventured out into the garden-world where

Others like himself danced and debated and

Learned and fought and 

Made up.

Here, nearly all humankind lives.

It was many years later when he

Realized that the garden filled with

Pod Bubbles was itself a pod – pods within

A pod; marbles inside a large

Marble; and years after that – years

Filled with meditation – that the shocking

Truth emerged:

The soft marble that contained his pod, 

Along with many others, inside a giant

Bubble, collectively was one of innumerable

Bubbles floating in a beautiful darkness, 

Ever vibrating, rotating,

Dancing slowly, waltz-like to 

Ethereal symphonic strains.

A force held it all together in 

Harmonious Orbit – an unnamable 

Force, a strange, mysterious

Foreign force that reminded him of

Something he had 

Forgotten many

Centuries ago.

Spheres within spheres, all

Within the ultimate eternal

Sphere. Most lived their lives 

Unaware of anything outside

Their own tribal garden – 

Oblivious of all the other

Gardens;

Or, if they were aware of the

Others, that awareness elicited

Fear that too often erupted in

Hatred, power, coercion,

Oppression, enslavement,

And jingoistic 

War after war after war.

How old was he when he 

Happened upon the door

Out of the tribal pod and 

Into the vast garden where 

All the clannish marbles

Orbited in fear of 

One another?

He discovered the key to

That door within his own

Heart and gingerly with

Trembling dared to 

Open it decades before he

Had the courage to

Step out

Into the music.

The Lion is Really a Lamb: An Overview of Revelation 1-5

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