Friday, January 5, 2018

Epiphany


This feast is an invitation and a warning.   The Magi accepted the invitation of the star and went in search of a God.  Herod and his crowd failed to heed the warning.  They knew all that there was to know about God and missed the revelation.  All our lives are a search, even in our own backyard, for a better understanding of God.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Happy New Year!


The new year came in yesterday morning at 3 degrees.  2 this morning, but it got up to 16 today with a very sunny day.  I spent several hours reading and praying in a room with a whole wall of glass facing south.  The Lake froze fast these last few days and looked beautiful in today's sunshine.
This past year has been a good gift from God, especially the recent insight into Love already flowing, available to us.   I hope God will help me in the year ahead to rethink how to present our Christian faith in that light.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Effortless


Before ever there was time, already
Love was flowing among the Three.
Now one in flesh in Nazareth
Love flows clear and calm
Enticing us just to dip a toe
And off we go
In the large and lovely
Wild and wonderful
River of Love.
Love, Who love us, thank You.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Being Saved


Being saved means moving toward an ever deepening capacity to love and be loved.  Salvation involves letting ourselves be drawn into Love That already is flowing and letting Love carry us out  to care for others and for our world. 

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

To God as Drifting Mist


We must not portray you in king's robes,
you drifting mist that brought forth the morning.

Once again from the old paintboxes
we take the same gold for scepter and crown
that has disguised you through the ages.

Piously we produce our images of you
till they stand around you like a thousand walls.
And when our hearts would simply open,
our fervent hands hide you.

(from Rainer Maria Rilke's Book of Hours)

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Our Lady of Guadaloupe


In a month when roses do not bloom Juan Diego gathered them in his tilma (sort of a poncho) and carried them to the bishop to prove that Our Lady had really appeared to him.  When he dropped his tilma in front of the bishop, as the roses poured out, the bishop saw on the tilma of Juan Diego the image of Our Lady of Guadaloupe.  Sometimes called the brown virgin, she looks like a Mexican. 
Splendid God, bless the people of Mexico and protect the dignity of all immigrants.