Monday, December 29, 2014
It Could Be...
It could be as simple
as using a good paring knife
and singing, as you peel the apple
from top to bottom, then kissing
your grandson's nose as you drop
the unbroken peel on his head.
It could be checking the herbs
in the outdoor pots, noticing
the basil needs water.
It could be wrapping yourself
in a prayer shawl, fingering your beads,
studying the Bible -- all the better
to empty the space, prepare the ground
for the silence which offers answers
to questions which never cease.
It could be putting on your hat,
your boots and your gloves
and shoveling Mrs. Cohen's walkway
before you drive her to the doctor.
You wish she would talk less,
but you tuck your impatience
into the pocket of your coat,
and it escapes only once.
It could be as simple as blessing
the newspaper as you open it,
praying for the spoiled and lost ones
on all corners of the earth.
It could be as simple as knowing
that prayer is also love-in-action
or even hate in non-action,
that there is only one you
in the entire universe,
that your spark-raising cannot be done
by anyone else, not even by God.
~~Jennifer (Jinks) Hoffmann
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
CHRISTMAS EVE
So many memories of Christmas Eve...Roger proposed to me right before midnight mass 40 years ago, and then we went in to St Mary's where love incarnate took on new meaning for us both, so eager to center our life on the Way of Christ...and I am remembering years later when Jessica, Conor and Kate surprised us with their own tender and humorous telling of the birth of Jesus that so blessed us as parents...and tonight Kyla will read the Prophet Isaiah, ending with the line "The love of our God will make this happen" and I am again and still learning this Way of Christ...
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Blessed Are You Who Bear the Light
Blessed are you
who bear the light
in unbearable times,
who testify
to its endurance
amid the unendurable,
who bear witness
to its persistence
when everything seems
in shadow
and grief.
Blessed are you
in whom
the light lives,
in whom
the brightness blazes—
your heart
a chapel,
an altar where
in the deepest night
can be seen
the fire that
shines forth in you
in unaccountable faith
in stubborn hope
in love that illumines
every broken thing
it finds.
– Jan Richardson
Lessons in Light
So, it's been a rough six months (you may have noticed I have been mostly absent from these pages) with losses and heartache of all kinds that could only be held, accompanied. We have clung to one another and to God, walked, as trusting as we could, helping each other over the rough spots, and carried our hope bundled with a bit of thread...
Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
He surprised us with lights to welcome us home, the whole place a joyful welcome sign.
A week later it was our turn.
We wanted to surprise him with the tree, lit in the window.
But when I plugged it in, only half the branches lit.
In my heart I sighed "not this, not this year" and left the room for a Christmas box thinking we'd have to leave the tree and wait for his help.
As I returned Kyla, in child wonder, exclaimed "Mom, the lights are all on!"
My first thought was to the heavens - Thank you,
When she said to me "Sometimes the Light just moves a little slow!"
Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
He surprised us with lights to welcome us home, the whole place a joyful welcome sign.
A week later it was our turn.
We wanted to surprise him with the tree, lit in the window.
But when I plugged it in, only half the branches lit.
In my heart I sighed "not this, not this year" and left the room for a Christmas box thinking we'd have to leave the tree and wait for his help.
As I returned Kyla, in child wonder, exclaimed "Mom, the lights are all on!"
My first thought was to the heavens - Thank you,
When she said to me "Sometimes the Light just moves a little slow!"
Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel |
Only after I'd written this did I realize
it is Santa Lucia - the Feast of Lights! I remember our girls wearing a crown of candles on their head with a mix of delight and terror!
May you all be crowned with Light.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Annunciation
This, my morning prayer poem
(It will accompany me for some time, I suspect)
Annunciation
by Marie Howe
Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does–
and so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as toward a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that —
and swam in what shone at me,
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
(It will accompany me for some time, I suspect)
Annunciation
by Marie Howe
Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does–
and so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as toward a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that —
and swam in what shone at me,
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
Friday, October 31, 2014
On the eve of All Saints
This just read from St. Clare
The journey of prayer is the discovery of God at the center of our lives. We pray not to acquire a relationship with God as if acquiring something that did not previously exist. Rather, we pray to disclose the image of God in which we are created, the God within us, that is, the one in whom we are created and in whom lies the seed of our identity. We pray so as to discover what we already have—“the incomparable treasure hidden in the field of the world and of the human heart.
The journey of prayer is the discovery of God at the center of our lives. We pray not to acquire a relationship with God as if acquiring something that did not previously exist. Rather, we pray to disclose the image of God in which we are created, the God within us, that is, the one in whom we are created and in whom lies the seed of our identity. We pray so as to discover what we already have—“the incomparable treasure hidden in the field of the world and of the human heart.
Monday, August 4, 2014
What Gorgeous Thing
I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can't and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
~Mary Oliver
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can't and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
~Mary Oliver
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Jesus [Go to your inner room]
I draw prayer round me like a dark protective wall, withdraw inside it as one might into a convent cell and then step outside again, calmer and stronger and more collected again.
Etty Hillesum An Interrupted Life
Here’s what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won’t be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace.
Matthew 6:6 The Message
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Our walls of division do not rise all the way to heaven. ~St. Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow
And here is his morning prayer:
O Lord, grant that I may meet the coming day in peace.
O Lord, grant that I may meet the coming day in peace.
Help me in all things to rely upon your holy will.
In each hour of the day reveal your will to me.
Bless my dealings with all who surround me.
Teach me to treat all that comes to me throughout the day with peace of soul, and with the firm conviction that Your will governs all.
In all my deeds and words guide my thoughts and feelings.
In unforeseen events, let me not forget that all are sent by You.
Teach me to act firmly and wisely, without embittering and embarrassing others.
Give me the strength to bear the fatigue of the coming day with all that it shall bring.
Direct my will. Teach me to pray. Pray within me.
In each hour of the day reveal your will to me.
Bless my dealings with all who surround me.
Teach me to treat all that comes to me throughout the day with peace of soul, and with the firm conviction that Your will governs all.
In all my deeds and words guide my thoughts and feelings.
In unforeseen events, let me not forget that all are sent by You.
Teach me to act firmly and wisely, without embittering and embarrassing others.
Give me the strength to bear the fatigue of the coming day with all that it shall bring.
Direct my will. Teach me to pray. Pray within me.
Most Holy God, I pray and beseech you, give me a pure heart, a way of speaking that befits the faith I profess. Grant me uprightness of purpose, powers of reasoning unhindered by passions, conduct that becomes those who fear you, and perfect knowledge of your commandments.
May I enjoy health in body and in spirit.
May I enjoy health in body and in spirit.
Grant me a life of peace, genuine faith and living hope, sincere charity and bountiful generosity, patience that knows no bounds and the light of Your truth to proclaim Your goodness to me, that for ever and in all things placing my trust only in You, I may abound in every good work, and that in Christ Your gifts may increase in every soul.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful. ~Amy Bloom
I love our coming together in the evenings...sharing our days events, the moments, things that touched us or distracted us; the people and things that occupy our hearts and minds in the days work.
Yesterday I was in the throes of secretly orchestrating a surprise party and went over to see how VBS set-up was going. One of the VBS decorations was a life-sized cutout of a camel, and it looked just like one I have a photo of from the holy land. Excited that I will soon be on pilgrimage there, I snapped a shot...me and the camel, for a bit of fun.
We pulled off the surprise too, a bridal shower to honor our sweetheart of a youth minister. It was a wonderful gathering and so much joy was shared. Her delight was on grand display, and she shared the moment so graciously with us all. At the end, with her fiance there, we prayed a blessing over the couple. All arms extended over them, heads bowed in prayer. It is forever imprinted in my heart, and theirs too, I am sure.
As I shared these things with Roger, I showed him the photos of the party, and then appeared my camel shot! He smiled and remarked how photogenic I am. Told me I was beautiful. I denied it, as I am so often critical of my own pictures and prefer to be the one snapping away great pics of others! It is easy for me to see the beauty in others, in fact I am captivated by it.
But this morning I woke to this quote, my daily prayer prompt via email:
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.
Sometimes it just hits home, you know. And I am feeling bountifully grateful for those dearest of loves in my life who encourage me, and see the beauty Love has planted in this imperfectly perfect child of God.
Yesterday I was in the throes of secretly orchestrating a surprise party and went over to see how VBS set-up was going. One of the VBS decorations was a life-sized cutout of a camel, and it looked just like one I have a photo of from the holy land. Excited that I will soon be on pilgrimage there, I snapped a shot...me and the camel, for a bit of fun.
We pulled off the surprise too, a bridal shower to honor our sweetheart of a youth minister. It was a wonderful gathering and so much joy was shared. Her delight was on grand display, and she shared the moment so graciously with us all. At the end, with her fiance there, we prayed a blessing over the couple. All arms extended over them, heads bowed in prayer. It is forever imprinted in my heart, and theirs too, I am sure.
As I shared these things with Roger, I showed him the photos of the party, and then appeared my camel shot! He smiled and remarked how photogenic I am. Told me I was beautiful. I denied it, as I am so often critical of my own pictures and prefer to be the one snapping away great pics of others! It is easy for me to see the beauty in others, in fact I am captivated by it.
But this morning I woke to this quote, my daily prayer prompt via email:
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.
Sometimes it just hits home, you know. And I am feeling bountifully grateful for those dearest of loves in my life who encourage me, and see the beauty Love has planted in this imperfectly perfect child of God.
well, not quite life-sized, but a lot of fun! |
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Happy Father's Day!
Pope
Francis: “I ask for you (dads) the grace to be ever closer to your children,
allow them to grow, but be close, close! They need you, your presence, your
closeness, your love.”
Happy Father's Day to our sweet son, aka Pa-a, as his son calls him; my Dad and super fun grandpa, and my hubby - the best there is! May God our Father bless you in His love! And thank you each and all for blessing us with your fatherly care and loving ways!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
See how The Lord takes care of me.
Waiting at the DMV and thinking of James Joyce describing the Church. Here comes everybody. DMV is a good image and a fun glimpse into the imagination of god in the body of Christ. Smiling grateful prayers...and then this;
The seat empties next to me and I hear someone pointing it out to another with clear directions. A tall young man fumbles through and sits down, apologizing for the hand on my knee. A brief conversation follows until my number is called and off I go, reluctantly.
I had just been talking with a young man blinded intentionally by his mother so he would not see the atrocities of his homeland, the horrors that were committed against his own family. Soft spoken, reflective and with an easy wide smile. He is getting his ID and is nervous how he looks. I told him he is handsome and he grinned "see how The Lord takes care of me". Useless to even try and hold back my tears when I am sitting here next to Jesus. See how The Lord takes care of me.
The seat empties next to me and I hear someone pointing it out to another with clear directions. A tall young man fumbles through and sits down, apologizing for the hand on my knee. A brief conversation follows until my number is called and off I go, reluctantly.
I had just been talking with a young man blinded intentionally by his mother so he would not see the atrocities of his homeland, the horrors that were committed against his own family. Soft spoken, reflective and with an easy wide smile. He is getting his ID and is nervous how he looks. I told him he is handsome and he grinned "see how The Lord takes care of me". Useless to even try and hold back my tears when I am sitting here next to Jesus. See how The Lord takes care of me.
Buesking |
Saturday, May 3, 2014
A Poetic Rendering of The First Principle and Foundation Of Ignatius Loyola
Love made me -
Love sustains me -
Love leads me forth.
For this I sing praise,
bow low, and put
my life at the disposal of
Love.
Every tree - every
single star in the sky
points back toward
the Beloved.
May nothing pull me
away from Love - no
small wish of mine
next to the immensity
of the Beloved.
With the Beloved
may I shine.
~ Christine Rodgers
Love sustains me -
Love leads me forth.
For this I sing praise,
bow low, and put
my life at the disposal of
Love.
Every tree - every
single star in the sky
points back toward
the Beloved.
May nothing pull me
away from Love - no
small wish of mine
next to the immensity
of the Beloved.
With the Beloved
may I shine.
~ Christine Rodgers
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Thank you, Miss Gladd
When I was in 1st grade, I had Scarlet Fever...this back in the day when it was deadly serious. First a stay in hospital in isolation, them home but still quarantined for some time.
By the time I was permitted to return to school, I was still frail and was not able to play at recess. Instead, I was benched. Each day I sat, my back to the wall, and watched the children play, feeling blue that I could not join them.
My teacher was a wonderful woman, Miss Gladd, who lived up to her name. After a couple days sitting there, feeling forgotten with nothing but my disappointment keeping my company, she came and sat beside me. She'd brought a small piece of string. She asked for my hand, and tied the piece of string to my finger, as she told me it's purpose. She said to me, "This is to remind you that God has you on this bench for a reason" and explained it was up to me to figure out what that reason was.
I was stumped as I daily sat there pondering her words. Then, and I remember this so well, my friend Susan came over and sat with me. We were both just sitting there with our backs against the stucco wall, eyes on the playground, and she began to tell me about a sorrowful thing that was happening in her family. She talked and I listened. I don't remember saying anything to her at all. And I don't recall what she shared specifically (God has gifted me in that way). What I do remember is Miss Gladd coming to sit by me second recess, and telling me she'd seen that I'd maybe figured out a bit of why I am here. I felt the grace of God, before I ever could have named it as such. I do know in that moment there aroused in me a longing that stirs in me still, my first memorable inclination toward God.
On Fat Tuesday I came across a thin ring, made to look like a knot around your finger. With that ring, this experience, long forgotten, came back to me in a rush as clear as the blue sky above. I am wearing it for Lent, a reminder to remember that God has me 'on this bench' for a reason.
I have learned since my childhood the wisdom of that first principle shared earlier for Ash Wednesday...everything has the potential of calling forth in us a deeper response to our life in God.
By the time I was permitted to return to school, I was still frail and was not able to play at recess. Instead, I was benched. Each day I sat, my back to the wall, and watched the children play, feeling blue that I could not join them.
My teacher was a wonderful woman, Miss Gladd, who lived up to her name. After a couple days sitting there, feeling forgotten with nothing but my disappointment keeping my company, she came and sat beside me. She'd brought a small piece of string. She asked for my hand, and tied the piece of string to my finger, as she told me it's purpose. She said to me, "This is to remind you that God has you on this bench for a reason" and explained it was up to me to figure out what that reason was.
I was stumped as I daily sat there pondering her words. Then, and I remember this so well, my friend Susan came over and sat with me. We were both just sitting there with our backs against the stucco wall, eyes on the playground, and she began to tell me about a sorrowful thing that was happening in her family. She talked and I listened. I don't remember saying anything to her at all. And I don't recall what she shared specifically (God has gifted me in that way). What I do remember is Miss Gladd coming to sit by me second recess, and telling me she'd seen that I'd maybe figured out a bit of why I am here. I felt the grace of God, before I ever could have named it as such. I do know in that moment there aroused in me a longing that stirs in me still, my first memorable inclination toward God.
On Fat Tuesday I came across a thin ring, made to look like a knot around your finger. With that ring, this experience, long forgotten, came back to me in a rush as clear as the blue sky above. I am wearing it for Lent, a reminder to remember that God has me 'on this bench' for a reason.
I have learned since my childhood the wisdom of that first principle shared earlier for Ash Wednesday...everything has the potential of calling forth in us a deeper response to our life in God.
ASH WEDNESDAY
I ask for the grace of an intimate knowledge of God's presence in my life and an awareness of my own response.
While not typically thought of as a prayer, the first principle and foundation of the spiritual exercises contains much that is worth reflecting on as I enter my Lenten retreat 'in the midst of the world'.
God, who loves us, gave us life.
Our own response of love allows God's life
to flow into us without limit.
All the things in this world are gifts from God,
Presented to us so that we can know God more easily
and make a return of love more readily.
As a result, we appreciate and use all these gifts of God
Insofar as they help us to develop as loving persons.
But if any of these gifts become the center of our lives,
They displace God
And so hinder our growth toward our goal.
In everyday life, then, we must hold ourselves in balance
Before all of these created gifts insofar as we have a choice
And are not bound by some obligation.
We should not fix our desires on health or sickness,
Wealth or poverty, success or failure, a long life or a short one.
For everything has the potential of calling forth in us
A deeper response to our life in God.
Our only desire and our one choice should be this:
I want and I choose what better leads
To God's deepening his life in me.
While not typically thought of as a prayer, the first principle and foundation of the spiritual exercises contains much that is worth reflecting on as I enter my Lenten retreat 'in the midst of the world'.
God, who loves us, gave us life.
Our own response of love allows God's life
to flow into us without limit.
All the things in this world are gifts from God,
Presented to us so that we can know God more easily
and make a return of love more readily.
As a result, we appreciate and use all these gifts of God
Insofar as they help us to develop as loving persons.
But if any of these gifts become the center of our lives,
They displace God
And so hinder our growth toward our goal.
In everyday life, then, we must hold ourselves in balance
Before all of these created gifts insofar as we have a choice
And are not bound by some obligation.
We should not fix our desires on health or sickness,
Wealth or poverty, success or failure, a long life or a short one.
For everything has the potential of calling forth in us
A deeper response to our life in God.
Our only desire and our one choice should be this:
I want and I choose what better leads
To God's deepening his life in me.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Lent's Invitation
Now your soul has come to take you
back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you
rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls
slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well
of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence
of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
John
O'Donohue
Monday, February 24, 2014
There is a voice that stirs my longing, it is Christ
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
- Rainer Maria Rilke from: Book of Hours, I 59
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sacred Memory
The other day Kyla and I were working together to organize her room. We rediscovered a bag of stuffed animals etc. we'd put away and among the items was a baby doll she carried everywhere when she was toddling around. It was fun to share with her this happy reminder of precious days passed.
Later we moved her little shrine to her bedside table.
A holy card fell out, St. Kateri Tekawitha.
It has a relic, (a bit of red cloth) and Kyla commented that it was strange to think a piece of someone's clothing was sacred. I was surprised by my emotion as I shared with her that this bit of cloth was like her doll, which is 'just a doll' but also more, simply because it was hers, and is full of meaning and memory for us. She teared up too, 'getting it'. Happy grateful tears, a really good hug and yes, a sacred moment.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine's Day
Roger wrote me this in 1971, true to his word and heart on his sleeve. What a joyous life we share, no matter what life has brought or may one day bring, to be in it together, my life's greatest blessing!
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.
"Nothing is Lost" by Noel Coward
Friday, January 10, 2014
"What the Heart Cannot Forget"
Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed,
cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub
of watery fingers along its edge.
The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe,
remembers being a veil over the face of the sun,
gathering itself together for the fall.
The turtle remembers the sea, sliding over and under
its belly, remembers legs like wings, escaping down
the sand under the beaks of savage birds.
The tree remembers the story of each ring, the years
of drought, the floods, the way things came
walking slowly towards it long ago.
And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches
where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,
and the arms remember lifting up the child.
The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,
everything it lost and found again, and everyone
it loved, the heart cannot forget.
cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub
of watery fingers along its edge.
The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe,
remembers being a veil over the face of the sun,
gathering itself together for the fall.
The turtle remembers the sea, sliding over and under
its belly, remembers legs like wings, escaping down
the sand under the beaks of savage birds.
The tree remembers the story of each ring, the years
of drought, the floods, the way things came
walking slowly towards it long ago.
And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches
where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,
and the arms remember lifting up the child.
The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,
everything it lost and found again, and everyone
it loved, the heart cannot forget.
~ by Joyce Sutphen, Coming
Back to the Body
Friday, January 3, 2014
Pope Francis' Top Ten Things To Do in 2014
1. Don't gossip. Guard the dignity of all.
2. Take only what you need. Don't waste food.
3. Make time for others. Make your time well spent.
4. Choose the 'more humble' purchase. Give to the more just cause.
5. Meet the poor 'in the flesh.' Go out and serve Christ.
6. Stop judging others. Start in love and kind-ness.
7. Befriend those who disagree. Find your common ground.
8. Make commitments. Keep them.
9. Make it a habit to 'ask the Lord.' Listen and He will help you.
10. Be happy. Live in the Joy of the gospel.
2. Take only what you need. Don't waste food.
3. Make time for others. Make your time well spent.
4. Choose the 'more humble' purchase. Give to the more just cause.
5. Meet the poor 'in the flesh.' Go out and serve Christ.
6. Stop judging others. Start in love and kind-ness.
7. Befriend those who disagree. Find your common ground.
8. Make commitments. Keep them.
9. Make it a habit to 'ask the Lord.' Listen and He will help you.
10. Be happy. Live in the Joy of the gospel.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
God-is-with-us
It's been quiet here online,
though raucous enough in my life through advent’s waiting
the loss of my husband’s sister, my friend, who was also mother and
daughter-loss
the rough road of one of our own who is trying with all she’s got to change
her life
preparing for my moms visit (a rare and difficult thing for her to do,
given her health, but she is vigorous in spirit)
family
hope and ache, loss and gain all tossed into December’s mulled
offerings
and then comes the feast
Incarnation...God with skin, love enfleshed
I feel it in the happy chaos of child-Angels plucking feathers from their wings and robe-clad Shepherds making haste to greet the Christ child in the manger at Christmas Mass
Feel it as Lucas wraps his arms around my neck and I can still feel him so
As Conor kisses my forehead and I am so small beside him with his arm wrapped
around me, Merry Christmas mom
And Leslie speaks her thanks and I feel her breath carry tenderness to
my ear, her smile, delight to my eyes
When Kate calls, anxious about many things while I hear her own babies in the
background, and though apart, a grown child’s need and a mother’s reassurance
bridge the gap
And Jessica catches me in the pantry, after taking the girls on 'the best day ever!', confiding her renewed perspective; later
we linger while the house sleeps and I am grateful for this closeness
Watching Henry laughing at the glad welcome he receives, the family
embrace is everywhere
With my Mom close by, watching me in the kitchen, later bragging about her girl, we
sit and I hold her crooked hand
Catching Roger’s eyes across the room, conspiracy of grace, again and again he sees,
every petal reads ‘he loves me’
With Kyla and her scooting close, childhoods joys
The door swings wide, again and again as family arrives.
We join hands to pray, feast on food and wine
there are quiet chats in corners, the grandmothers commiserate
while games & laughter drift in on the air
We gather crowded close to open our gifts
All advent I heard the whisper and as I sit back and watch, I hear it
again under the playful exchange...
I am not coming...I am here
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