Sunday, April 26, 2015

All The Way

All the Way to heaven is Heaven, because He said I am the Way. 
     -St Catherine of Siena

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Voice In My Head

I settle into seat 18F pulling out my Moleskine to journal my thoughts and emotions. After a few minutes I look up to take in my environment for the next 11 hours. I notice the lady next to me already has a movie going on the seat back screen with earbuds plugged in. She also has two iPhones out toggling between the message streams going on each. She never looks up at the movie. It's just background noise I guess - static to insure the voices in her head don't get through. 

But it's those very voices that I long to hear. The voice of God calling out to me. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Beauty And Loneliness

On this earth the experience of great beauty always remains mysteriously linked with the experience of great loneliness. 
     -Thomas Merton

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Exhilarant Living

For life to become its own exhilarant,
we must learn to live it consciously,
to live it deeply,
to live it to the brim,
beyond the visible to the meaningful.
     - Joan Chittister

Friday, April 10, 2015

Guides

We never know where we must go nor what guides we are to get - people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep.
     - John Muir 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

A Lush, Wild Rainforest

The religion of some people is like a dry, weary desert without water.  For (us) it is a lush, wild rainforest, saturated with meaning and value, with purpose and eternity.
     - Janice Daurio, Benedictine oblate

Sunday, April 5, 2015

A Void

"Grace fills empty spaces but it can only enter where there is a void to recieve it..."
     -Simone Weil

Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
      Though foolishly he lost the same,
            Decaying more and more,
                  Till he became
                        Most poore:
                        With thee
                  O let me rise
            As larks, harmoniously,
      And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne
      And still with sicknesses and shame.
            Thou didst so punish sinne,
                  That I became
                        Most thinne.
                        With thee
                  Let me combine,
            And feel thy victorie:
         For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me. 
 
     - George Herbert 1633

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Silence



On this beautiful, cool Easter Eve morning I awoke wondering where my Lord was on that long-ago Saturday between His crucifixion and His resurrection. Was He taking a Sabbath day of rest from the wonderful work He did on the cross? 

The Gospels are silent on this. An ancient Holy Saturday homily says, “Something strange is happening — there is a great silence on the earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole Earth keeps silence because the King is asleep.”

As I meditated on this the Spirit spoke to me through the Word in Psalm 34:15,
The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,
and His ears are open to their cry for help.

Wherever our Lord was I believe that then, just as now, His eyes were on His servants, His ears were open to our cry for help.

Continuing to think on this my mind went to Psalm 115:4-8,
Their idols are silver and gold,
made by human hands.
They have mouths, but cannot speak,
eyes, but cannot see.
They have in ears, but cannot hear,
noses, but cannot smell.
They have hands, but cannot feel,
feet, but cannot walk.
They cannot make a sound with their throats.
Those who make them are just like them,
as are all who trust in them.

My spirit and my heart cried out to God once again for the billions of people around our world trapped in spiritual darkness worshiping lifeless idols who cannot hear or see.

My perambulatory soul then wandered over to Romans 10:14-15.  How can these billions call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how can they believe without hearing about Him? And how can they hear without a preacher? And how can they preach unless they are sent?

Friday, April 3, 2015

The Vine



Today, Good Friday, I’m planting a grapevine at the foot of the old wooden cross in my prayer garden. (This is not a metaphor. I’m really planting a vine at the foot of the cross.) I do this in remembrance of all that my Lord has done for me, for you and for our world.  I do this to help me grasp the significance of his wonderful works and his many acts of fateful love.

I’ve never had much of a green thumb so it is my fervent prayer that God will bless this vine, in spite of my lack of gardening skills. That it will grow and be fruitful for years to come. That it will be a daily reminder for me to remain in Christ so that I may produce much fruit and proved to be his disciple.

Hung

He who hung the earth upon the waters,
today He is hung upon the cross.