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"you're packing a suitcase for a place that you've never been...a place that has to be believed to be seen"...'Walk On' by U2

WATERSHED: A voice in the wilderness. DARYL UNDERWOOD.


The concept of Centerpoint Christianity briefly stated is:

Christianity from the centerpoint outward.

Christianity from the climax forward.

This blog constitutes concepts for a new view of Christianity that begins with what is foundational and moves forward from that point. It is based on the assumption that we are being pulled towards something unseen and pushed from a place that once was.

What Centerpoint Christianity attempts to do is bypass some of the constraints imposed by metanarratives by using the life of Christ and particularly the climactic actions of Christ as beginning points.

It supports the conviction that God is essentially timeless. From this beginning point we endeavor to move outward from the definitive moment of the parousia (visitation) of Christ and forward to the future which functions as a type of magnet to "what can be--and is coming".

When we begin at the life of Christ and move outward as from the centerpoint of a web, rather than in a linear timeline of history, another wide picture emerges.

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To me they represent a memory, filled with images and emotions, and wonder. And they are part of a book I am writing entitled "Miles to Go: the life of God laid bare".

The premise of this book is prof

ound and simple. I believe that 'essentially the Bible is the love story we all want to live'. To live this life we must become One with someone else. It can be any one else, a child, a friend, a lover, a companion, just another particular person, in our own particular time, in our own particular life. While it can be anyone it must be Someone. Anything less is a fantasy vulnerable to our manipulations and imaginative desires. Love must be experienced in the real world of dialogue and relationship. It can't be known by 'thinking about it' or 'dreaming of it'. It must come through the crucible of relationship.  Just one time we must give ourselves away so that another might raise us up. This is where love finds wings. And along that journey we will experience life, and if we hold the course till the very end; real love. There is not another way, no shortcut, no easy road. This is the way we meet God on a deep level. If God is love then we will come to know him in that experience.

For those who have found love--this will be a familiar road. Love is powerful. It is found in most of the songs we love, the movies we watch, and the stories we listen for. We are so hungry. And sometimes we don't even know it. We just long for...always long for.


May you find that which you've always longed for. May you find the courage to have your life laid bare, to be naked and unashamed, again. May you rise to another place--somehow familiar, somehow known, always waiting for you.


'I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh, brother are you gonna leave me
On the streets...

'and my clothes don't fit me no more...I've walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin' `

--Bruce Springsteen


Let us stand for right ...



"If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could"
... Sting in "Fragile"

I find it ironic that this beautiful song was sung as we remembered the tragedy of 9/11. Odd that a nation that has more armaments than the next 13 nations combined should grieve the use of violence against another. I know, I know, I know, we who live beneath the cloud of protection that the military provides for us, ought not question the ones who provide it. Colonel Jessup set us straight on that issue in the movie 'A Few Good Men'.

You can’t handle the truth! …Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

Pick up a weapon and find a post. The true definition of the consumeristic, militaristic, technological, therapeutic story we live in here in America. We need, we want, we search, we grope, we take, we defend, we kill, we see the doctor, the priest, or the lawyer to cover us for our sins. And we find no peace on earth. We become a monster so the monster will not take us. But it does and we have fashioned something which takes on a life and 'owns us'. Idols are no longer crafted of iron and wood. Perhaps they never really were. The are created by systems, and policies, and a strong need to protect and shelter ourself from the vulnerability which we all experience. Yes, we find you grotesque, yes, we need you on the wall. We are fragile. Be careful when you gaze in the abyss.

We live in a 'weapons producing nation under Jesus'. Really? Is there such a thing? Currently the United States has more armaments that the next 13 nations combined. And we deem ourselves Christian. I beg to differ. I think we should grasp his story and intentionally avert the story of armament we have been supporting. The hand we have been given should fold.

Here is what Jesus is saying in life and in death. 'He who lives by the sword dies by the sword'. Pilate employed the sword. Or it employed him. Either way. Blood flowed. That's the insidious nature of idols. We create them and they come to own us. Jesus did not employ legions of angels. He did not bow to that monster. It did not own him.

In the end we too, have blood on our hands...other's blood, our blood, way too much blood. Like Pilate we try to wash it away. But the stain remains. Sting is right. At the end of the day'something in our mind will always stay'. It cries from the ground since the first murder in sacred scripture. Where is your brother Cain?

And so, we the people, honor the victims and we pray for peace.

But why honor non violence only when you are the one who has been hit? Is that what we teach our children? Is this the legacy of power? Are we not our brother's keeper? And who might that be. How far do we extend brotherhood? Just define for me Jesus; Who is my neighbor? And so there comes a story 'There was a man on the road to Jericho'. I mean no disrespect to any of the people who lost loved ones that tragic day. I just set forth the plea suggesting that these well crafted words ('Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetime argument... that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could') should give us pause while we stockpile more swords to tear flesh.

My condolences to all those born beneath an angry star.






can we handle the truth


divine discontent

Frequently there appears on the stage of history individuals who have the insight to look beyond the inadequacies of the old order and see the necessity for the new.
These are the persons with a sort of divine discontent. They realize that the world

as it is, is far from the world that it ought to be. They never confuse the “isness” of an old order with the “oughtness” of a new order. And so in every age and every generation there are some persons who have envisioned some new order.




restorative justice foundations

To some extent, the eagerness to make use of the restorative paradigm is unsurprising, since there is a clear paradigmatic overlap between restorative justice and transitional justice. Both discourses share common themes and objectives, such as accountability, the acknowledgment of truth, symbolic reparation, restoration of dignity, healing, reconciliation, conflict resolution and democratic participation.

Transitional justice, like restorative justice, is increasingly conceived in terms of “a form of dialogue between victims and their perpetrators” rather than a punitive blame allocation exercise.



Exodus 22:22–24

22 pYou shall not mistreat any widow or fatherless child. 23 If you do mistreat them, and they qcry out to me, I will surely rhear their cry, 24 and my wrath will burn, and I will kill you with the sword, and syour wives shall become widows and your children fatherless.

Exodus 2:23

God Hears Israel's Groaning

23 During those many days the king of Egypt died, and the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God. 24 And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob.

Genesis 4:10

10 And the Lord said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cis crying to me from the ground.