... because all that glitters is not gold
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Reciprocating mercy
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Hope
Saturday, December 18, 2010
In the depth of winter
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The cross
undimmed and bright;
From it alone, I know proceeds all light
although 'tis night.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Avent and waiting
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The more you pray
Friday, December 10, 2010
May my countenance always be open and joyful
Brave and patient
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
To give all
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Hope
Monday, November 29, 2010
People are good
Friday, November 19, 2010
Solitude
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Sorrow and Joy
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
A chance to start over
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The joy of suffering
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Potential tragedies
Monday, November 8, 2010
A response
Heart
a temper that never tires,
and a touch that never hurts.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Sorrow is worth the price
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The path to wisdom
Saturday, October 30, 2010
People of joy
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
On the loss of friends
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The "Father" in Rembrandt's "The Return of the Prodigal Son"
Oh, how much would he have liked to talk to them, to warn them against the many dangers they were facing, and to convince them that at home can be found everything that they search for elsewhere. How much would he have liked to pull them back with his fatherly authority and hold them close to himself so that they would not get hurt.
But his love is too great to do any of that. It cannot force, constrain, push, or pull. It offers the freedom to reject that love or to love in return. It is precisely the immensity of the divine love that is the source of the divine suffering. God, creator of heaven and earth, has chosen to be, first and foremost, a Father.
As Father, he wants his children to be free, free to love. That freedom includes the possibility of their leaving home, going to a "distant country", and losing everything. The Father's heart knows all the pain that will come from that choice, but his love makes him powerless to prevent it. As Father, he desires that those who stay at home enjoy his presence and experience his affection. But here again, he wants only to offer a love that can be freely received. He suffers beyond telling when his children honour him only with lip service, while their hearts are far from him. He knows their "deceitful tongues" and "disloyal hearts", but he cannot make them love him without losing his true fatherhood.
As the Father, the only authority he claims for himself is the authority of compassion. That authority comes from letting the sins of his children pierce his heart. There is no lust, greed, anger, resentment, jealousy, or vengeance in his lost children that has not caused immense grief to his heart. The grief is so deep because the heart is so pure. From the deep inner place where love embraces all human grief, the Father reaches out to his children. The touch of his hands, radiating inner light, seeks only to heal.
Here is the God I want to believe in: a Father who, from the beginning of creation, has stretched out his arms in merciful blessing, never forcing himself on anyone, but always waiting; never letting his arms drop down in despair, but always hoping that his children will return so that he can speak words of love to them and let his tired arms rest on their shoulders. His only desire is to bless.
... He has no desire to punish them. They have already been punished excessively by their own inner or outer waywardness. The Father wants simply to let them know that the love they have searched for in such distorted ways has been, is, and always will be there for them.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
A bow in God's hands
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Walk
Friday, October 15, 2010
Be gentle with yourself
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Choose!
Then, when finally the friendship broke down completely, I had to choose between destroying myself or trusting that the love I was looking for did, in fact, exist ... back home! A voice, weak as it seemed, whispered that no human being would ever be able to give me the love I craved, that no friendship, no intimate relationship, no community would ever be able to satisfy the deepest needs of my wayward heart. That soft but persistent voice spoke to me about my vocation, my early commitments, the many gifts I had received in my father's house. That voice called me "son".
The anguish of abandonment was so biting that it was hard, almost impossible, to believe that voice. But friends, seeing my despair, kept urging me to step over my anguish and to trust that there was someone waiting for me at home. Finally, I chose for containment instead of more dissipation and went to a place where I could be alone. There, in my solitude, I started to walk home slowly and hesitantly, hearing ever more clearly the voice that says: "You are my Beloved, on you my favour rests."
This painful, yet hopeful, experience brought me to the core of the spiritual struggle for the right choice. God says, "I am offering you life or death, blessing or curse. Choose life, then, so that you ... may live in the love of Yahweh your God, obeying his voice, holding fast to him." Indeed, it is a question of life or death. Do we accept the rejection of the world that imprisons us, or do we claim the freedom of the children of God? We must choose.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I asked God
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be free...
I asked God for power, that I might have praise from men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need for God.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for, but everything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among all men the most richly blessed.
Monday, October 11, 2010
You will find me
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Meekness
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Jesus, give me victory
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
God in hell
Monday, September 27, 2010
Everything is a gift
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Dance
Friday, September 24, 2010
A half-hour of silence
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Rest on the will of God
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Pray
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Lead, kindly Light
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!
Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Do not judge
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Spiritual friendship
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Pure friendship
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The cross, source of new life
Monday, September 13, 2010
Willed, loved and necessary
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Everything I have is yours
Saturday, September 11, 2010
We are sum of the Father's love
Friday, September 10, 2010
The serenity prayer
Courage to change the things which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.
Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Life goes on
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The joy of the Resurrection
so when you feel in your own heart the suffering of Christ,
remember the Resurrection has to come, the joy of Easter has to dawn.
Never let anything so fill you with sorrow as to make you forget the joy of the Risen Christ!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sing
Monday, September 6, 2010
Why
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wisdom
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Fly
And step into the darkness of the unknown
Believe that one of the two will happen to you
Either you’ll find something solid to stand on
Or you’ll be taught how to fly!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Coming home
It is interesting how, in love and friendship, we can be infatuated and obsessively drawn to someone who is very different from ourselves – into whose heart we can never sail as into a safe harbour. It can be exciting and titillating being with that person. Perhaps, as in cases of infatuation, we might even need obsessively to be with that person, like a drug addict needs a fix.
But in the end, in spite of the excitement and obsession, after we have had our fix we need to, and want to, go home. That person’s heart can never, ultimately, be home for us.
Given the complexities of the human heart, we can be obsessed with someone, painfully and hopelessly, and yet in that relationship not be at our right place in the universe. In the end our completeness, real love, home, lies elsewhere.
But the heart needs to be scrutinized carefully before it will tell us that. It has, as Pascal said, its reasons.
Yet at a certain level it rings true and will tell us where our true rest lies, namely at that place where we do not have to impress or perform, or earn or win, where we feel safe and secure and where we are at home.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Lost treasure
There are circumstances when no amount of talking, healing therapy, good books to read, quiet reflection, intense research, or other deliberate searching adequately solves the story of “why.” Sometimes we can sit for years inside the experience of losing a treasure and not have the satisfaction of knowing “why” it happened. We can grind and grind our rational teeth, trying to figure out what went wrong and the reason for it. We can spend our energy blaming ourselves or others for what took place, or we can forgive whoever and whatever caused our great search and then move on with our lives. There may always be a piece of mystery that is left to sit in our soul, to tug us from time to time and keep us humbled by our inability to sort it all out.
Like Mary who pondered what she had lost and found, we also need to stand in the middle of the mystery of our life and reflect upon the message it has for us. By reflecting on our experiences, we can learn from them. Instead of just going busily about our life, we can let our inner eye scan our lost and found event and see what the deeper message might be for us. Once we have paid full attention to our experience, with all its hurt and turmoil, there comes a time when we must put the matter to rest even if we do not understand why this happened to us.
When we have lost a treasure and are searching for its return, it is time to reenter the temple of our soul. We ought to go searching all alone. It is essential to call on God for guidance and direction. In our frantic, heartaching, panicky search for our treasure, we need a deep center of peace and harmony. This can be nearly impossible to feel when we are in the midst of a painful search. Yet, we must constantly give ourselves to divine peace, begging that we receive this peace so that we can search with a heart of love and trust.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Happiness
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Humility
Monday, August 30, 2010
The interior witness
But sometimes a soul firmly strives for righteousness and yet is beset by men’s ridicule. He does what is admirable but he gets only mockery. He might have gone out of himself because of man’s praise; he returns to himself when repelled by their abuse. Finding no resting-place without, he cleaves more intensely to God within. All his hope is fixed on his Creator, and amid all the ridicule and abuse he invokes his interior witness alone. One who is afflicted in this way grows closer to God the more he turns away from human popularity. He straightway pours himself out in prayer, and, pressured from without, he is refined with a more perfect purity to penetrate what is within.
In this context, the words apply: Whoever is mocked by his friend, as I am, shall call upon God, and he shall hear him. For while the wicked reproach the just, they show them whom they should look to as the witness of their actions. Thus afflicted, the soul strengthens itself by prayer; it is united within to one who listens from on high precisely because it is cut off externally from the praise of men. Again, we should note how appropriately the words are inserted, as I am. There are some people who are both oppressed by human mockery and are yet deprived of God’s favorable hearing. For when the mockery is done to a man’s own sin, it obviously does not produce the merit that is due to virtue.
The simplicity of the just man is laughed to scorn. It is the wisdom of this world to conceal the heart with stratagems, to veil one’s thoughts with words, to make what is false appear true and what is true appear false. On the other hand it is the wisdom of the just never to pretend anything for show, always to use words to express one’s thoughts, to love the truth as it is and to avoid what is false, to do what is right without reward and to be more willing to put up with evil than to perpetrate it, not to seek revenge for wrong, and to consider as gain any insult for truth’s sake. But this guilelessness is laughed to scorn, for the virtue of innocence is held as foolishness by the wise of this world. Anything that is done out of innocence, they doubtless consider to be stupidity, and whatever truth approves of, in practice is called folly by their earthly wisdom.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Love
Love never fails.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Be
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
Pain
Every painful event contains in itself a seed of growth and liberation.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Longing
And I do so long ... to cry! I feel as if I am going to burst, and I know that it would get better with crying; but I can't, I'm restless, I go from room to room, breathre through the crack of a closed window, feel my heart beating, as if it is saying, "can't you satisfy my longing at last?"
I believe that it is spring within me, I feel that spring is awakening, I feel it in my whole body and soul. It is an effort to behave normally, I feel utterly confused. I don't know what to read, what to write, what to do, I only know that I am longing.