Still Small Points of Light

by Jane Tawel

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Still Small Points of Light

By Jane Tawel

January 30, 2026

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We — the still small points of light.

Seething. Searing. Standing strong.

Oh, the kaleidoscope of multi-hued effervescence.

Spinning. Circling.

Spiraling in supervenient streams of consciousness.

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I stand in a silence of admiration

of the phenomenon of dew-drops shining

on leaves on trees.

And a small ant crawls across 

my cloudy, reflective windowpane,

And I hold it in universal fragility on one fingertip,

to release it — to crawl or not;

dropped on the grey pavement

of life hopeful once again.

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Where are the prophets

of the sand that fills the seas?

Where are the angels that

creep among the weeds and shallow graves?

And if I live or die — 

what sense has there been in all that has been

of me and you and those and them?

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But here is ever more

and this and that.

And we may not rise

but we may indeed

flow.

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The fire-flies’ candescence flickers

and skitters through our nights,

dazzling the darkness.

And in their smallness,

minutely a-glow,

they remind us

that all are gifted

with iotas of the Sun.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

Minnesotans: You’ve Been Chosen

Minnesotans: You’ve Been Chosen

By Jane Tawel

January 27, 2026

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Minnesotans: You are amazing. “You have been called for such a time as this!” 
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 I used to hear this prophetic word used, usually quite erroneously because it was used as self-congratulatory hogwash and egotistical justification for someone in power in the temples of a staid and self-complacent Christianity. But it was first said to a Hebrew woman named Esther, who while a queen, had all the power that women of her day had, which is to say, Zilch! Zero! None — that is compared to the great powers of the Persian Empire in which she and other Hebrew exiles lived in. 
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 Are you all feeling as I am, that we have been exiled from our homeland? 
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 So Esther did what Minnesotans are doing today, and other people across America and the World are doing — she fought for social justice and a moral worldview through peaceful resistance. That is also, by the way, one of the number one teachings of Jesus: “Turn the other cheek. Treat your enemy with love — the only thing that can change the tide of hatred. Of course, we never imagined that our enemy would be our own government and not some other nation’s; and we never imagined our own primary religion of Christianity would be used by so many to support a worldview that is so antithetical to the teachings and life of its founder or its God, but of course, that too, is what happened to Jesus.
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 Minnesota: I am awed, I am proud (especially as a born and raised Midwesterner). I am astounded at the collective and communal peaceful, ethical force of the Minnesotans understanding that Truth, Justice, and People matter and being willing to risk everything for it. This is what the prophet in the ancient book of Esther tells her: “For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for your people will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” (Esther 4:14). That is YOU, Minnesotans. 
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 My words fail me but I thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul for standing together for all of us in this dire and tragic time. I am so sorry you have had to go through this (And I don’t know any one else who is so hardy and strong they could do it in sub-zero temperatures!) But I thank you for answering the call and leading the way. I mourn with you, and for your many martyrs, including the horrendous and very public murders and martyrdom of Renee Good and Alex Pretti. 
 
 In my little patch of the greater Los Angeles area, I am not only praying and lifting you up daily, but trying to do my small part, though I fear I have not one particle of the heroism so many of you show daily. We kindred souls weep for each and all of you and we cheer for you. We thank you for rising to the challenge of the position you have, through no actions of your own, been placed. Like Esther, you are risking your very lives for the lives of others. Like Jesus, you are risking your very lives for the lives of the least and lost.
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 I hope the rest of the world sees that YOU, Minnesotans, are what Americans are, want to be, and can be. I applaud the actions and words of your Governor and Mayors, even the Republican senator who said he could. no longer take part in the evils of his chosen party — but most of all, I am awed by the small actions of the anonymous daily warriors of truth, justice, peace, Midwestern common sense, for Pete’s sake, and love for each other and for your neighbors — and what may seem like small actions have created a Red Sea Flood that will overcome the soldiers of Empire and evils of this hour. Justice will roll down like waters! 
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 I rejoice that little did this foolish federal administration know, they had chosen the wrong people for this evil fascist empire experiment. Minnesotans: “YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS”. We love you for your strength to save us all.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

What Would Jesus Really Do?

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What Would Jesus Really Do?

By Jane Tawel

January 24, 2026

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Today I am struggling with this conundrum. I grew up in a pretty different American Christianity and very different America — in the “heart-land”, “Bible-belt” of the Midwest (for you Coastal folks, that’s still your fly-over zone). Were there problems? Yep. Was there error and misunderstandings about Christ’s life and message? Our Mea Culpa. But there was one phrase — (God bless whoever first came up with it) — that became a reminder, words of instruction and wisdom along the way, and shorthand for everything we were supposed to do to walk in The Way of the Christ. People had bumper stickers and acronyms on necklaces and t-shirts and for those of you young-ones watching the insanity today of people claiming Christianity as their belief-system or you who did not ever hear the catchy Catch-phrases of a Christianity once trying to live like Christ, this is what we thought was really the basis for, as Francis Schaeffer once wrote, “How we should then live”. What we said to ourselves and each other in moments of decision was this: “What Would Jesus Do?” WWJD? 
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 I was so very happy to see the priests, and pastors, and rabbis, and imams gather in MN — coming from near and far, just as the Magi did — to stand for what Jesus would have stood for and did with his life here on Earth. I am heartened to see so many people, in Minnesota, in Maine, in Los Angeles, in Oregon, and throughout Europe and Canada and the world — who may have never really heard much about Christ and also those who have a different doctrinal worldview or what we call “religion” and who are standing up for what all people of God believe in: Love above all, Sacrifice for Truth and what is Right, and treating others as you would want to be treated. And of course, for some, that includes What does God want me, as a human being who loves and serves Him, do with this one small life of mine? WWJD? 
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 If you have never read about what we know about Jesus and what he taught and did, it is worth a look — some even believe it is worth risking their own lives for, as Renee Good did and as many who have been abused and beaten by the long arm of an evil empire are doing today throughout the world and in our own backyard. I am trying to take a new look in my own life, at what this very intriguing and unique person, Jesus, actually did and said and thought. He had a different kind of wisdom about how to live and I think it had a lot to do with “how we humans should now live” according to what is not just God’s way, but Our true and best way. Smart guy in a strange kind of “smart” Way. Rumors have it he was even the Son of God. So it makes sense if you know about him and think he had any valid points to ask yourself: What Would Jesus Do? WWJD? Right?

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 And so I ask some of you who I think you think you still “believe” in this idea of Christianity and of Jesus as The Christ — beyond what you believe — what do you think you should DO? Are you saying you are no longer of the opinion that when you see someone murdered for standing up for what Jesus called “the least and the lost” that Jesus would condone that and support it? Are you saying when you hear the words of hatred, racism, violence, and verifiable and endless lies and you repeat them and give them credence that you can say that is what Jesus Would Say? When you see children, the children that Jesus said “let them come unto me” and whom Jesus said that “unless we become like little children we cannot enter the kingdom of God” — are you saying that Jesus would say that’s okay because he didn’t mean that color of chlld, or a child of those kinds of parents, or…. ? Please forgive me but I am just so confused about what you say you believe. WWJD?
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 You can see, my mind is truly boggled. Because I sat in your pews, and I ate at your tables, I taught and thought and bought it all — and I talked the talked with the best of them. But I just didn’t realize that we were not Jesus’ disciples, but the “blind guides” and dead cemetery stones, just like the Pharisees and Sadduccees of the days of Jesus’ own history here on Planet Earth. Mea Maxima Culpa. But I thank God, that I left “Christianity” in time to hopefully find Christ. I hope you can too, my friends. I really do. 
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 Maybe it is too hard for some of you to admit you were wrong. We used to have another belief in the Christianity of my youth: “If you will confess your wrong -headedness (sins) and turn from your evil (broken, mistaken, selfish) ways, you will be forgiven and cleansed from all unrighteousness (misguidedness, greedy, self-centered, egotistical or just plain foolish choices)”. I know it to be true, because as a great “sinner” myself (broken, wrong-headed, miss-stepping, tripping over myself, ego-driven, and weak-spirited, and very, simply struggling, learning often the hard way, Human Doing), she who has “sinned much” has been forgiven much.

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It took only a handful of people to spread the Good News of the human being we call Jesus (for you young ones, that was before internet, cellphones, and Tik-Tok. Yes, I know, it’s going to be okay — have your parent get you a cold glass of water and lie down for a while. You’ll get over the shock.) I hope and pray that today’s “handful” of people who are trying to turn this Titanic around will succeed — I believe it has been done before and so I have to believe it can be done again. The Davids of this world have defeated the Goliaths before. It happened during the civil rights movement. It happened when the Berlin wall fell. It happened in a stable in Bethlehem. But for the rest of us — maybe for some of you reading this far — I just have to ask…

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What Would Jesus Do?
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 Can we try to recalibrate our beliefs and hop back on the Narrow Way? Can we start making popular again in our pews and synagogues and mosques the idea that we should be asking not what we should believe but how we should now live? And can some of us, who at least maybe when we were children, used to ask ourselves What Would Jesus Do? Can we ask it — and mean it — and start to step out in faith doing it?

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I am not proselytizing, so please hear these words differently than you may have heard them before from people who want to “save” us but don’t want to suffer with us as Jesus told us to do; as Jesus did. He suffered with us. But he also partied with us. He experienced everything we did in life and still came out believing in a God of Love and that all we had to do to live the right way was to Love. So I ask this with humbleness of those who don’t know Jesus and those who say they do: Who is your Jesus? Who is your “Savior”? Maybe it isn’t the man we know as Jesus that some call The Christ. Maybe it is but by a different name in a different culture in a different part of the world. Maybe it isn’t any one you can name or think of or even believe in. But if you are feeling that today, in your world, in your life, you need someone to show you a different, better, more sustainable, wise, caring, peace-giving and love-promoting way; if you are feeling that today, you need some kind of radical and very different kind of Hero, than the wanna-be saviors and heroes today masquerading as emperors with no clothes or rich people with no souls; then I have a humble suggestion. I am finding it enlightening and wonder-full (full of mysterious Wonder) in an anxious, fearful, sorrowful world to read about the life of one man who was called Jesus and to ask myself moment by precious moment:

Jane: What Would Jesus Do? 
 WWJD.
 © Jane Tawel, 2026

Guessing, Confessing, and Blessing

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Guessing, Confessing, and Blessing

By Jane Tawel

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This will be some doggerel,

from a broken heart and aching brain.

You’ll read guessing and my confessing,

then claims for us all for

a hopeful blessing:

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What can I do with a broken heart?

Tear it into smaller and smaller pieces.

Give it piece by piece

to the hungry, hurting world — 

“My life’s heart, broken for you;

Take and eat.”

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What can I do with a boggled mind — 

a mind so ensnared and wounded by fear?

Heal it with laughter

and with many tears — 

“May this mind be in you

of the world’s servant-heroes,

who knowing nothing,

knew the fullness of God.”

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What can I do with weak hands and sore feet?

Step forwards and backwards

and step side to side.

When you can not keep walking,

start dancing instead.

When your hands lose their grip,

Letting go’s the best option.

Falling down, face-plant forward,

Outstretched hands in the mud.

With scraped knees, scarred with blood,

You’ll be ready for prayer.

Prone and humble — off-duty — 

Crawl, run, walk, fly in Beauty.

“The path is narrow

but The Way is True Life

Fear not! Lift your hands!

Be upheld. Stand upright.

Give your hand to a stranger,

in your weakness is might.”

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What can I do when my eyes grow dim?

Know that hope needs no more

than one pin-prick of Light.

Your webbed-systems are dust — 

past your fears, you’ll find trust

that while all else may fail us,

Love never will.

And though now we glimpse darkly,

Joy is God’s mystery.

Someday, we shall see.

“I AM in the Creator,

and the Creator is in me.

We are called to be Light — 

The Light of the World.

Take good news to the nations,

Our redemption is nigh;

Our redemption is here.

As close as our heart,

As close as our breath,

As close as God in us,

Holy Spirit — Be.”

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May the Peace of God’s grace,

Heal your sore, troubled mind.

May your mind in Christ Jesus,

Heal your blind, aching heart.

May your feet walk the straight paths

Even when sight has failed you.

May the palms of your hands

Be engraved with True Truth.

And each time you fail,

(as all humans must do)

May the oil of forgiveness

Multiply in your soul,

And be Light in all darkness.

And in Love’s deep embrace,

May you be free and Whole.

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All italicized parts are paraphrases taken from the Scriptures, words of Jesus, and the Psalms.

© Jane Tawel, 2026

A Message for Earthlings and a Psalm of Distress And a Cry for Help and Prayer to a Mute God

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A Message for Earthlings and a Psalm of Distress

And a Cry for Help and Prayer to a Mute God

By Jane Tawel

January 15, 2026

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Dear Earthlings:

Why do you need me to be a brand?

(Isn’t branding used for cattle.)

If I don’t know who I really am,

Do you imagine you can tell me?

I suppose, like all dumb animals,

you want to brand me to make me feel

special in my dire commonality;

wanting me to believe

that I belong to a group, separate from others.

Apartness in a herd –

the New World’s ultimate paradoxical joke.

And so, we rage and rave against our lonely planet,

Forgetting we were not created to be special

but to be One.

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I have spent a lifetime (or two or three)

tripping over your purity laws,

sometimes landing in a soft bed of nails

and sometimes landing in the muck and mire

of a miasma of my own super-ego.

My finger aches from pointing;

My mouth grows canker sores

from all the preaching of my personal piety,

while my heart grows faint with praise in prayers

that seem to reach no further

than the next un-needed package arriving on my stupe — 

(how Stupe-id are my longings!)

My thoughts and appeals to the Silence

have no more strength to save the World

than the trembling tips of my eyelashes would have

to lift and hold a crying infant.

And my despair can not be quelled

By the swells that rise.

The Ocean has not been calm for many moons.

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I take my pencil and scrap of paper,

And write this sincere letter to You, O, God:

Dear God (or Whatever-Whoever-Whyever- I AM):

“Why must You allow the humans

that You Created with such Love,

to endure the Karma of our own choices?

Will You not save us from ourselves?

Will You not come out from Your hiding place

And rescue us — if not because we deserve it — 

but because You do?

This beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Planet

This tiny cosmic miracle of atoms run amok

This abiogenesis of animated Life

This — Your very Origin — 

from our simplest aboriginality to our highest ascendance — 

This and All This — 

Why must something lesser be destroyed for something Greater?

Why must something die, for something else to Live?

Why must a leaf turn black and fall to the ground

To give life to the seedling?

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Are You really mute, or have we muted You?

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You, Grandfather, created us in Wonder, to wander

and to see the stars but not to plant our flags on them.

You, Grandmother, have created us with longing in our hearts

to seek Love, but not to contain it;

for Your Love is boundless

and it is the only Eternity we can know.

You, Oh Father, have created us

with the urge to conquer space,

But to also know that

our deepest fear is that we will one day

Be but dust to dust returned,

buried in the space we never conquered.

You, Oh Mother, have created us

to fly or fall from the Nest,

But to forever yearn to return to

the safety of Your Womb.

Why have You created me

with deep longing, if not to satisfy

the hungering of my heart

to return to Your Breast and be forever fed?

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I am left alone, yet maybe not alone, with only this — 

That I can not see

but only walk blindly forward;

And that I can not know, but only trust

that in You, O Creator and Upholder of the Universe — 

there is:

Hope — in Something beyond us

that craves our Love.

Grace — that there exists

a Reason beyond the greatest achievements

of the human mind.

Purpose — that all our suffering

is the crucifixion we need

to find our resurrection.

And above all that every act

of unconditional Love

is Your active presence in the World.

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I wish Oh, God, You hadn’t chosen

to live and act through us.

We — I — seem to fail at every turning

of the world upon its axis.

But, “okey-dokey, Smokey” — 

I’ll choose to try again today

To change the world,

And save the planet,

And love the truly unlovable

And well….

I have to assume You will give me

a little bit of help.

I hope I can look forward

to meeting You, Someday.

Until then, You, O God,

will just have to accept

my shallow, fearful, selfish, foolish

Prayer — which is all I can summon up

to say how much I love this world

and how much I think I love, You.

Maybe?

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A Paraphrase of The Lord’s Prayer for Today:

Our ProGenitor,

Who lives in Entirety,

no one owns You or Your Name.

Please re-create us on this Earth,

as You continue to do in the Cosmos.

Help our unbelief that You know best,

and help us believe

that there is enough stuff

and enough food

and enough Love for all of us.

Create in everyone

the ability to let go

and may the spirit of Mercy have

more strength than any of our desires

for revenge or ownership.

Help us stop our mutual temptation to

destroy ourselves.

Deliver us from our own Egos

and the monkey-minds of our greedy, anxious thoughts.

For someday, we will wake up

to realize this has been Your World all along

And that You have always been in charge of it;

But only through Your Love

Are You able to act — 

and Your Love is the most powerful force in the universe.

May it be so in my life today.

Amen.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026

We Walk the Trail Together

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We Walk the Trail Together

By Jane Tawel

January 7, 2026

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Each day before Dawn

I walk the trail with you.

But you keep your eyes averted,

pretending you don’t see me.

Sometimes you talk with someone

who is not there;

but I am passing so close to you,

that I could touch you,

while we are walking the trail together.

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Each morning we are there,

individuals in a group of early risers,

early seekers of breaking dawns;

still, you pretend I do not exist.

I used to find it annoying –

I used to think you meant to slight me,

that I was not worthy of your smile

or your cheery hello, like some of us share

in the brisk and pre-sunned morning air.

Now I wonder –

Am I really invisible to you

like angels often are to me?

Do you come on purpose

in the darkling light so

none can see your guilt?

Or has your mind so imprisoned you

that you can not free yourself

to see that which surrounds you

in this precious present Here and Now?

What is it that has frightened you so?

Who hurt you in a way you can’t forget?

How do you return to your own home

still so alone, so alone,

without weeping on the way?

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I used to save my smiles for those

who gladly greet me each morning

with the happy knowledge

that we are so very, very privileged

to have another — one more — day;

that Life is very good

when we can — when just because — we all return

to walk the trail together.

But now I smile at you

as big as my small self can smile,

with no expectation that you will smile back

or that you will even raise your eyes

from this hallowed ground

on which you carefully place your next step.

The smile is not only for you,

Oh yes — I smile also for me — 

for in The Ground of Being

there is every chance,

an angel you may prove to be.

We are but passing through,

yet someday, all trails

will lead to One Home.

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© Jane Tawel, 2026