In the Silence of this Saturday…




“What is happening? Today there is a great silence over the earth, a great silence, and stillness, a great silence because the King sleeps; the earth was in terror and was still, because God slept in the flesh and raised up those who were sleeping from the ages. God has died in the flesh, and the underworld has trembled.

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Truly he goes to seek out our first parent like a lost sheep; he wishes to visit those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. He goes to free the prisoner Adam and his fellow-prisoner Eve from their pains, he who is God, and Adam’s son.

The Lord goes in to them holding his victorious weapon, his cross…

‘I am your God, who for your sake became your son, who for you and your descendants now speak and command with authority those in prison: Come forth, and those in darkness: Have light, and those who sleep: Rise.

‘I command you: Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld. Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead. Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person.

‘For you, I your God became your son; for you, I the Master took on your form; that of slave; for you, I who am above the heavens came on earth and under the earth; for you, man, I became as a man without help, free among the dead; for you, who left a garden, I was handed over to Jews from a garden and crucified in a garden.

‘Look at the spittle on my face, which I received because of you, in order to restore you to that first divine inbreathing at creation. See the blows on my cheeks, which I accepted in order to refashion your distorted form to my own image.

‘See the scourging of my back, which I accepted in order to disperse the load of your sins which was laid upon your back. See my hands nailed to the tree for a good purpose, for you, who stretched out your hand to the tree for an evil one.

`I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side, for you, … My side healed the pain of your side; my sleep will release you from your sleep in Hades; my sword has checked the sword which was turned against you.

‘But arise, let us go hence. The enemy brought you out of the land of paradise; I will reinstate you, no longer in paradise, but on the throne of heaven…; the kingdom of heaven has been prepared before the ages.

A reading from an ancient homily for Holy Saturday


Cocooned in the Fog…


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Cocooned in pain and heaviness and fatigue…

Chaos in the muscles and coldness under skin.

Spun into the being while the doing of the day continues on undone.

Never a welcome guest fibromyalgia storms in unexpected…

Taking captive…the flare…the fog.

All becomes a prayer.

May the challenge of this day be lived centered in Christ for all those who have lost hope in His love and His mercy.

“At once Jesus spoke to them, “Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid.” Peter said to him in reply, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus.  But when he saw how strong the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” Matt 14:27-31

Falling Face First…


Fall into God. Face first.

Surrender the lofty mountain of self…strewn with idols ever demanding.

To Him who is the way.

Fall into God. Face first.

Surrender all the roughness of life…sharp with pain, disappointment, despair.

To Him who is the way.

Fall into God. Face first.

And arise weightless…through Him, with Him, in Him.

Into the Glory of the Day…

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Be lifted into the glory of the day…

Into the whoosh of wonder…into the no such thing as normal.

Moments charged with eternity…

Held within the ticking of the clock…burst forth heaven into the here and now.

“We need to rediscover a contemplative spirit, so that the love of God may warm our hearts.” Pope Francis Twitter 4/8/14

House of Prayer…

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Practice prayer from the beginning.  Paint your house with the colors of modesty and humility.  Make it radiant with the light of justice.  Decorate it with the finest gold leaf of good deeds.  Adorn it with the walls and stones of faith and generosity.  Crown it with the pinnacle of prayer.  In this way you will make it a perfect dwelling place for the Lord.  You will be able to receive Him as in a splendid palace, and through His grace you will already possess Him, His image enthroned in the temple of your spirit.

St. John Chrysostom

May your new week be blessed with a prayerful beginning.