I spent a lot of time on boats when I was younger. I remember that scary sinking feeling when we were far from shore and there were no visual landmarks left to get our bearings. After a full days fishing out in the deep, we would start heading into port and soon begin to argue […]
Trillions of transparent trinities, arise from the deep and wash over me. Rapids wrestle over rock and rim, as I try to hold it back, and harness it in. But I am powerless, pushed down, drown, baptized in a billion bonds, broken open and set free. Like a vein in flesh, I
I used to keep my eyes closed in church in an effort to concentrate more on the liturgy. To think more intently on the word and to ponder more deeply it’s meaning. Now I find it more helpful to keep my eyes open and to look around at faces. If the Word has become flesh
“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God…and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us” (John 1:1,14) A composer can’t fully hear the score of his music until it is actually played out through the orchestra. Notes on a page have to turn into lungs
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The color in our life fades when things don’t seem to matter. We loose our way in clouds of grey, in the attenuated light of self doubt. But everything does matter. Each moment has a beautiful shape, each act a vibrant color, no matter how small or ordinary. If we can just empty ourselves fully
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It is interesting that the “dead” of winter provides the most beautiful and open landscape. The fallow fields can now be traversed in all directions and we are not confined to the cut and maintained trails. I can unhook the leash on my black terrier and watch her thrill and throng through the golden grass.
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The last hour of winter light is resting on the Kansas prairie. The blowing grass is the color of honey with a tinge of red. The trees are gray and empty, huddled in small clusters where the land is broken. The silver sky hangs low and heavy except for a narrow blue opening on the
On this first Sunday of Advent Fr. Thomas described three types of waiting. The first is an unknown waiting, a kind of searching without end. It’s really just an experience of emptiness like “waiting for Gadot” The second is a fearful waiting, such as the fear of death and judgement. It is really an experience
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“All that is not given is lost” (unknown) I can’t seem to find comfort among the comfortable. I fear my talent is sinking into the ground of complacency. Time is flowing past like a swift current. Today is the day to act. Every day is a new call to reach out in love. There is
In culinary circles it’s important to cleanse the palate between dishes. Too many flavors spoil enjoyment and we can’t distinguish the one thing before us. Modern life with its hyper-means of communication can leave the palate of our lives over stimulated. Our experience of life can sour and cheapen unless we have good boundaries and
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