My first trip out each day is to church for Mass, when possible. The communicants are my friends, as we worship together nearly every morning. We come together, giving thanks to God for our lives, and for others. We also petition Christ to give wisdom to leaders of nations, to guide our church in truth,Continue reading “WE ARE SENT”
In gym class today, the instructor had us do some balance work as part of the workout routine. She suggested to find something to focus on, while we hinged at the hips, arms stretched out to the side, and balanced on one leg. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. Now, switch legs and do the same… I usually find aContinue reading “What’s Your Spot?”
The window glass revealed leafy branches waving. Simply joyful for the morning light? Cheering new births today? Welcoming new souls to heaven? They swayed gently to wind’s whim, Waving. I lifted the pane, Allowing cool air Into my stuffy sleep’s breath. Good morning, Lord! How was your night?
Jesus said, “I will not reject anyone who comes to me.” – (read John 6:35-40) Did you hear that?! “I will not reject anyone who comes to me.” All we need to do is to come to the Table, where the Bread of Life is offered. He will not reject us. How loved that shouldContinue reading “COME TO ME”
The candle is burning. My ears are ringing. The clock is ticking. Yet, I sit. Unable to move, Unsure what to do next. The candle burns. My ears ring. The time passes. Yet Christ is here. He is always here. Yes, Christ is here.
Through raindrop-streaked windows, I see treetops reaching toward gray clouds, The highest trunks yielding healthy green domes. Scanning downward, some are cicada-stricken: Brown tips sagging limply. Further still: bare wood, all the way from branch tips Down, down, out of view. Living together – I imagine sharing memories of better days, perhaps – Appearing togetherContinue reading “Green Domed Unity”
Holly trees, pushing red berries, beckon squirrels to breakfast. Chirping cardinals on this cloudy morn. Deciduous trees beginning to bare hidden branches. Life cycling in and out. Here I sit in the middle of it all. Christ is mystery… And lovely! Squirrels busily bending branches to fill their bellies. I marvel at survival’s bursting energy.Continue reading “Pondering Life this Autumn Morning”
What if our lives begin as jumbled pieces in a box?