Friday, July 26, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I wonder sometimes if this is not how our heavenly Father views us when we fall into sin. What was meant to feed us becomes a trap. Our heads get stuck in it, and the more we toss about, the worse it becomes. We may even find ourselves in such a condition that we cannot free ourselves. The Father loves us no less, but will jump in and do what ever it takes to set us free. Not only the Father and his Son, but a few good neighbors--whatever it takes.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I have called you the silence that calls us to wholeness. And yet my heart clamors for words--foolish, distracting words. Silence may well be the universal language of saints, sages and seers. And yet how unhappy am I to sit with an empty cup. A wordy wisdom, my mind races for a wordy wisdom. And yet, I shall never find you in the babbling of my idiot mind. You abide in the empty heart, but I would stop up the way with senseless chattering, lest what I fear most should grab hold of me and pain seize me. And yet you gather me up, the mess that I am. In your gaze, my heart is silent and free. O wordless one.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
How do I address myself to you? You seem aloof, too subtle for this world that can be seen, touched, and quantified. If I imagine you, all I see is my own imagination. And yet, here I sit on this rolling planet, traveling in time and space. The universe is vast, and I am the product of endless cataclysms. My body is formed of stardust, the exhaust of an ancient super nova. I orbit the Sun in this rare garden paradise as my star swirls about a monster black hole, the darkness at the center of my galaxy. Who am I, but a complex and restless earthling? Somehow it is within me to ask, to wonder, to witness. It is within me to ask, who are you? And it is within me to answer, I am. I live in the crushing rock cycle. I wash away and find myself again in cycles of water and air, birth and death. Time will erase the memory of me, but you remain that which calls me into being. O God, you are the silence that calls us to wholeness.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
We gather in your holy name,
in brokenness, your body share.
O taste of bread and sip of wine,
You live in us!