“Bright is the day that dawns with new life, casting death’s grim shadow from the garden. Bright is the future for even the most humble soul, rising up in the arms of angels. Bright is the promise to all the Earth, sharing peace among the children of light. Let every voice sing this shining song, for we have been set free, we have been ransomed from our own history, given a chance to live again, to hope again, and to see the healing of God spread like sunlight into the rooms of time. It does not matter how you pray, this day is for you, it is the bright day, the birth day, the day when nothing will ever be the same, save the love that rolls back the stone.”
(with much gratitude for the words of Steven Charleston and the image shared by Todd Donatelli)
‘Hardships often prepare ordinary people for extraordinary destiny.’
On this early morning of Holy Thursday, I consider the disciples scattered in shock and fear. That group of followers – friends – who hung in the balance. What they had believed in and hoped for was shattered as their great teacher and Lord lay dead in a tomb. What they would come to believe and give their own lives for had not yet been revealed.
Hanging in the balance, these ordinary people were preparing for extraordinary destinies.
my prayer for today…
In these hours of piercing silence, may we remember people who have no voice, no peace, no safe place to make their home.
In this time of vigil, may we offer prayer and compassion for people who always live in time-in-between, never knowing what the next day will bring.
My prayers are offered for all saddened by loss and fearful of the unknown.
It is difficult to spend these hushed hours with little light and no song of joy, may my heart be filled with awe for people who live this way, always.
In this time of waiting, I pray for a sunrise bright with light and hope for all who live in darkness.
It is the early morning of Palm Sunday. Believing in the God of creation, we come to this day knowing how Jesus’ time on earth brought hope and promise to the depressed, the sick and outcast. Through his life and actions we learn that God’s kingdom is among us. Heavens doors are open wide awaiting a time future. Yet that kingdom is also here, in this place and moment.
This day begins a week filled with mystery. Sometimes we enter Holy Week with clear focus on the direction we are to take and other times we move one foot in front of the other with little sense of where we are to go next. Yet forward we go, the path only known through our relationship with an ever creating God.
God incarnate came among us. Our call to follow is filled with inspiration and instinct. From this Sunday onward we learn not only about the cost of following but also the call to lead.
The dance to follow and lead is found throughout nature. God’s creation is filled with movement and relationship. May we be inspired to move through this week renewed with the steps of a follower and given the insight of a leader.
May we trust the Spirit to move us swiftly and with confidence. May we take our inspiration from nature which knows how to lead and follow with grace and purpose.
Murmuration- a flock of starlings – On Being
When we persevere with the help of a gentle discipline, we slowly come to hear the still, small voice and to feel the delicate breeze, and so to come to know the presence of Love.
these 40 days of Lent are often saturated with the sounds of discipline. I listen to the spiritual practices being exercised by friends and mentors with some intimidation.
Beginning with all good intentions it does not take long before my daily routine is scrambled and I begin to feel frustrations rise. if this spiritual practice is not exercised as it was designed is it cancelled? do I discard my whole plan because I missed a couple of days? I hear wise voices offer support and encouragement, reminding me that part of the practice is the journey. each one of these 40 days presents opportunities to learn and grow. if the unique routine of the holy season becomes the driving force then what might I be missing along the way?
good question! the path taken these 40 days is not smooth nor straight. that is the way to Jerusalem. deep in our faith story we know the road, itself, brings enlightenment and challenges.
instead of believing that without the perfect practice the journey is cancelled, I listen to Henri Nouwen’s reflection with gratitude. to persevere with the help of a gentle discipline the presence of love can be known. his words are welcome. there is no promise of an easier journey within Nouwen’s reflection but the thoughts of failing my Lenten practice begin to disappear.
these are 40 long days. may we all be encouraged and stay alert to welcome the presence of love. >
Never lose hope, my heart, miracles well in the invisible.
i offer these words to everyone touched by the tragedy at Fort Hood. we are all touched – exhausted, troubled, and confused.
reaching out, our fingers stretched from the farthest point of our arms, we grasp for hope. no answer for ‘why’, what can we do? together, we can find ways to comfort the grieved and we can search the invisible for the smallest seeds of hope.