In the Gooey, Gummy, Messy, Marvelous…

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Find God in the everyday…

In the midst…in the muck..in the ups…in the downs…

Believing in Him is not some form of escapism that takes us away from the richness of the everyday.

It is here, alleluia, we find Him…

In the now of today…in the all of life with us.

Yes, find God today in the everyday…in the midst…

In the gooey, gummy, messy, marvelous of the day…

For it is through Him, with Him, in Him in the unity of the Holy Spirit…

All glory and honor be yours almighty Father forever and ever…

In the everyday…in the midst…in the gooey, gummy, messy, marvelous of THIS day.

Live the SHOCK…

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God has put “timelessness” in our hearts…

Let us live this SHOCK in the midst…

of the time constrained culture we walk in…

How will you live the timelessness this day?

I have considered the task which God has appointed for men to be busied about.  He has made everything appropriate to its time, and has put the timeless into their hearts, without men’s ever discovering, from beginning to end, the work which God has done. ” Ecc3: 10-11

Unlocked doors and Opened Windows…

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Jesus Christ walks even through our locked doors…

to bring us Peace.

He throws open wide the windows…

and our hearts are enlarged with the Gift of the Holy Spirit…

Making us all brothers and sisters in Christ.

May the Holy Spirit pierce our hearts and may His love pour forth…

And may this Love become a wellspring for others.

Happy Pentecost to all…Come, Holy Spirit, Come and enkindle a fire in the hearts of the faithful!

Whack-A-Mole…

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Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack-a-mole time.

Illness, relationships, the stuff of life…

We all live our own particular strife.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops, it’s whack-a-mole time.

The mallet comes, we fall to the ground…

but by His strength we soon abound.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack- a- mole time.

We can choose to focus on the whacking of the mole…

Or the grace of purification that makes us whole.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack-a-mole time.

When “splat with stuff” offer a sacrifice of praise…

a grateful heart that fills the day.

Doing good…doing fine…

Is it whack-a-mole time?

No, doing good…doing fine…

it’s Resurrection time.

(Dedicated to all who struggle with chronic illness)

“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. ” 1 Thes 5:18

Clinging…

 

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If I were to cling to you Jesus…holding on to you as if you were slipping away.

How then could your arms reach down to embrace me in the all that I am …and in the all that I am called to be?

Why cling to You who never leaves me?

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus, our Lord. “Rom 8:38-39

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