Sunday, November 01, 2009

Where to Find God...

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries
elizabeth barrett browning

The whole earth is filled with God’s glory – people, seasons, work, relationships. Those who recognize His handiwork can’t help but remove their shoes fir it is indeed Holy Ground. They look for Him carefully, respectfully, expectantly. They search because they know they will find Him. Confidently and joyfully they search with eyes wide open. Their hearts whisper, “God is here! I must find Him. I must see Him!”

The rest of us are like tourists, looking but not seeing. We grab and hold onto shiny objects that bring an oooh or an aaaah. God must be here in this or that. We’d never imagine God to be in the dull, the normal or routine. We distract ourselves by plucking the blackberries while at the same time ignoring the beautiful countryside around us.

The earth is full of the grandeur of God. The temple is filled with His glory. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Let God Love You

You can use this for a reflection....something on the order of an imagery or centering prayer.

1 One of the reasons why our prayer fails is that it is too self centered. We must get out of ourselves and center on God and His kingdom. Knowing a truth will not nourish us. Coming into direct contact with God will.
Rest in His loving presence. Get comfortable physically
Quiet your mind. Erase the past for a moment. Ease your mind of all expectations.
Unite in Him, it’s only you and God.
Cease thinking. It’s not about what you think Put your brain to sleep for a while.
Love God with your whole heart and let God love you. (Anthony De Mello )

2 My parents could not have wanted ME. At best they wanted a healthy boy or girl. Only God wanted me. (New Catechism) So come before the Father, put your ear against his chest and listen, without interruption to the heartbeat of God. (Nouwen )

Let God love you.

3 You weren’t mass produced. You aren’t an assembly line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted and lovingly positioned on this earth. God Thinks You’re Wonderful. Blessed be the Lord your God who has delighted in you.
(Max Lucado and 1 Kings 10:9 )
Let God love you.

4 Jesus did not get his approval externally – not from what Peter, James or John thought. He didn’t care whether Caeser smiled or frowned. God loved Him and that was all He needed to know. (Jesus CEO)
Let God love you.

5 Max Lucado said: “When my daughters were small they played with Play-Doh. If they forgot to put the lid on the can the substance hardened. Then they brought it to me. My hands were bigger. My fingers stronger. I could mold the stony stuff into putty. Is your heart hard? Take it to The Father. You’re only a prayer away.

Accepting love, forgiveness and healings is much harder than giving it. (H. Nouwen)
Let God love you.

6 You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in you Himself. (C.S.Lewis)

For the prodigal son, coming home meant walking step by step toward the One who awaits me with open arms and wants to hold me in an eternal embrace. I did not realize how deeply rooted my resistance was and how agonizing it would be to come to my senses, fall on my knees and let my tears flow freely. (Nouwen)
Let God love you.

7 You may say, “Jesus, I feel lost.” I’m sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are NOT lost. I am with you always. Learn to live loved. (The SHACK by Young)
Let God love you.

8 You can’t see the stars during the day but that doesn’t mean they are not there. God is faithful. (John Eldredge)

God says:
For you to know or not to know has nothing to do with whether I am actually here of not. I am always with you. I will be with you whether you sense my presence or not. So if you imagine the future with fear, you show you do not trust my love for you. (The SHACK )
Let God love you.

9 You’ve never disappointed Me, God says. My love is a lot bigger than your stupidity. You are wonderful beyond imagination – the pinnacle of my creation and the center of my affection. (The SHACK )

Let God love you.
10 God loves me as much as he loves his son Jesus Christ so let Him love you now. (Jn 17: 23)

Monday, September 07, 2009

We are Family

"The Spirit testifies that we are God's children." Rms 8:16

So in my spiritual family, with God as my Father and Jesus as my Brother, there is a culture of suffering for the sake of others. My Father did it by offering the world His Son. My brother Jesus did it by offering His own life. My Mother Mary did it by becoming pregnant while unmarried. That's just what is done in this family. If I'm a member of the family I can join in this effort.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

a Sarayu fractal

Monday, July 06, 2009

My emotional pain....

God peeking thru.....

Like Mack in The Shack I've recently been thru some serious trauma. Actually it was almost 2 years ago. Since that time I've neglected this blog b/c of my own emptiness- physical, emotional and spiritual. I'm beginning now, thank you Lord!, to get back on track....just beginning. I'm completely affected by the book b/c it resonates in my heart AND soul. Mack's pain and misunderstanding of life and God are my experience, too. I don't hate God and I never did or could. Why would I? I just have misunderstood many doing vs. being judging things/situations as black and understanding that God's always been there but my pain has blocked my vision of Him. WOW. My stupidity and lack of simplicity overwhelms me, but God is good and he loves me thru it all.

Pray for me and I will for you...for all those doing their best to be God-followers. AMEN.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Thoughts from The Shack

Papa (God the Father) meets us at The Shack. It's the icon of our deepest pain. p. 67

Doing what you feel obligated to do doesn't get you any points. p. 91

I want to heal the wound that has grown inside you and between us. p. 94

When all you can see is your pain, perhaps you lose sight of me. p. 98

"Jesus, I feel lost."
"I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly; you are not lost. I am with you. "p. 116

Submission isn't about authority or obedience; it's about relationships of love and respect. p.147

Knowing someone makes your love for them grow. Love is the skin of knowing. p. 157

Sometimes we grow up on the outside and we keep our monsters inside because we believe they are safer there. But the monsters are all waiting for the chance to come out. Return to God and learn to live loved. p. 177

It's extremely hard to rescue someone unless they are willing to trust you. p. 182

Where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors. p. 188

Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Shack by Wm. Paul Young


The Shack
It's a great book. It pushes God outside of the box we've all relegated Him to. It forces our concept of God to change-if only temporarily.
And who hasn't experienced "The Great Sadness" sometime?

Gotta read it. Would love to hear your thoughts.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Easter Me, Jesus!

Show me how to live loved. In simplicity while judging no one. Show me how to give love away to all others freely. No competition, jealousy or envy. Joyful and free like the Easter Catholic I was created to be. Alleluia!

Monday, March 16, 2009

The Blood of Jesus

The blood of Jesus purifies us from all sin. 1 John 1:7
Jesus came by water and blood, not by water only. 1 John 5:6

The Blood of Jesus
· Was on the whips that scourged Him, the ties that bound him to the scourging pillar and the ground in the scourging area
· Stuck to the Crown of Thorns and where did that Crown go?
· Dropped along the ground from the scourging site to the Hill on Calvary
· Was on the nails that pierced His Body
· Was on the sword that was thrust into His side
· Stuck to the Cross itself where Jesus was nailed
· Dripped to the ground as He hung on the Cross
· Was on Mary’s clothes during the Pieta moment
· Was washed off as they prepared Jesus’ body for burial

This blood was precious. Centuries ago when saints died it was not unusual to send the person’s limbs to various other churches where they could be reverenced. In Jesus’ case, his body was carefully buried and then rose from the dead. His blood, however, was washed away, absorbed into the ground or ignored. To those present it must have been a painful sight. It was a glaring and vivid reminder of the suffering and death of their Loved One. Today, in hospitals they try to dispose of the blood so the family members don’t have to view it. Blood depicts pain and suffering –something that must be washed quickly away. In Jesus’ case it confirmed the loss of their King, their Hope for the future; the fulfillment of the Old Testament longing. It was too much, too visual.

At the moment of death there are things to be done. One must say good-bye to the deceased as in one last hug or kiss. The body must be prepared for the burial and then, of course, the reverent placement in the tomb.
But no one, as St. Therese of Liseaux noted, paid attention to the precious blood of Jesus. In his movie, The Passion of the Christ, Mel Gibson depicts the post-scourging scene in which Mary frenetically tries to wipe up Jesus’ blood which lay all over the scourging area floor. Watching that scene one almost feels that Mary was hoping that if she washed away the blood she could wash away the event. Jesus’ torture would be erased. Or maybe she didn’t want Jesus’ torturers to irreverently walk all over it while laughing and cheering with each other at what they had done.

St. Therese wanted to be able to stand under the Cross in order to catch the drops that fell. I picture myself kneeling under that large killing tool called the crucifix, with a beggar’s bowl. I once saw a stained glass window in which a person reached up under each side of the “T” on the cross with a chalice. Another chalice received the blood dripping from Our Lord’s feet. In this window picture, Jesus’ face was replaced with a white round host. That’s what Eucharist is all about: the reception of the body and blood of our Lord that transforms our human bodies into replicas of His.

When the transformed wine is consumed, the heat of the alcohol can be felt as it travels down the esophagus. I look forward to feeling that. It announces Jesus’ entrance into my body. While burning away the sinful me I am transformed into the Sacred. Jesus and I become one.

Silence. Returning to my pew I am in awe. Drinking from the cup was a simple act. Did I miss the Sacrament of it all? Did it really happen? Indeed it did! Jesus is in me. Jesus transforms me. Everyone around me is singing the hymn, but honestly I cannot sing. The moment, the intimacy is too sacred. I cannot let it pass unnoticed. Silent awareness and humility are the only responses I can bring to the moment.

The priest speaks again and we all begin to walk out. The Mass is over. The aisle is crowded with Jesus because Jesus transformed the others, too. Can you see it? Can you feel His presence? The Body and Blood of our Lord and Savior has transformed this Church. We are Jesus’ hands and feet on earth.

The Mass is ended. Go in peace.