In prayer, we partner with Christ Jesus
When we pray, we become part of God’s moment. There, in that moment, are all moments, all times, and all peoples. Christians are called to be a priestly people, and for each of us, those in our congregation when we pray, are all those who suffer, or fail, the way each of us does. We are called to allow into our hearts, all those who have hurt us, or done evil towards our loved ones. For all those who cause harm to others.
In order for our hearts t
Salt of the Earth
I do believe that when trying to impress someone,
it will often fail because it is not ourselves being truly present.
When we become unconscious of the influence
we have with others, it is then that they can be impressed.
People who are themselves, look others in the eye,
listen, and because of self-knowledge, are slow to judge,
draw others to themselves. People like that are not
uncommon, but because they are not flashy,
they are often overlooked to
the loss of m
Too Many Obstacles in Me
The call that I received thirty years ago, a call to which I did not know how to respond,
or to which I found myself unable to respond fully. There were too many obstacles in me,
too many infected wounds, still waiting for the healing that had to come through the hands
of Mary and by the precious Blood of Jesus.
A Benedictine Monk. In Sinu Jesu: When Heart Speaks to Heart
--The Journal of a Priest at Prayer (pp. 1-2). Angelico Press. Kindle Edition.
Sacred Journey towards the End of Life
(Life is Short, Pray Hard)
It is easy to forget that life is an actual journey. We are moving forward, the vehicle that moves us is called time, and we really do not have an abundance of it. I do not think that is a favorite point for people in general to ponder….which is no wonder.
Or it could be said that life is a pilgrimage. This actually means that as long as we are on the road, we will seldom find a place that we can actually rest. We
The Prayer for Mercy
“Our faith is incarnated in a God who was made man, who became sin (cf. 2 Cor. 5:21), who was wounded for us. But if we really want to believe and have faith, we must draw near and touch those wounds, caress those wounds and even lower our head and allow others to sooth our wounds.”—Pope Francis
The older I get, the more I understand how unloving my heart actually is. I find it paradoxical that when one seeks to grow in some way, the reality of what works a
Each person God’s only Child
(I forget sometimes)
Quote: You are afraid of distractions, of daydreams, and of foolish thoughts; these do not offend Me
because they are no more than flies buzzing in the background.
I am absorbed by your presence before Me. Does it shock you that I should say such a thing? But I am absorbed by you: My eyes rest upon you; My Heart is all yours; I am listening intently to you; and all My attention is focused on you when you come seeking Me. B
In the presence, in silence, before the Trinity
Christian meditation is about being in the presence, in silence, before the Trinity, it is not a passive act, but an opening up of one’s heart, mind, and soul. Most of our thoughts are not really personal, they are tapes that play over and over again, keeping us from being able to grow not only in self-knowledge but in not being afraid of our inner thoughts. We often demonize them, I believe. Most people who pray will likely find moments of sil
Prayer and Silence
There are days when my morning meditation goes well, and of course, that can be said of my seeking to deepen my prayer life throughout the day. On other days it varies. I can be tired, or agitated, angry, or perhaps anxious over something……or just simply unsettled, without knowing the reason….it happens.
Focus does not come easy, scattered thoughts float to the surface. Even saying the rosary can at times be of no help. So what to do?
Keeping it simple, reall
One look can plumb the depths,
open the heart, or close it shut,
heal, or wound, lift up, or tear down,
The gaze of the Lord,
heals, and wounds, and heals again,
because it sees the depths of the heart,
and loves what is seen,
“Love of Self as we love others”
is a command from Infinite Compassion.--Br.MD
The church becomes a tomb
On the day after ‘Good Friday’, all Catholic churches lack the presence of the Sanctuary –Light, that is a reminder for the faithful that the Light-of-the-World is present under the form of bread. The Eucharistic presence is a true sign of what it means by the scriptural term “God with us”. God tents with us in our tabernacles, which is also a sign pointing to the heart of each human being, which is also a tabernacle. Whatever we do to another h
Holy Week for Christians is unique to each
Holy Week for Christians is unique to each
Holy Week for Christians is unique to each. For some it is a week wherein they renew their faith and try to understand the mystery of Christ on a deeper level. For others, Holy Week is a time of distress; as if a heavy weight has been placed over their shoulders and all they can do is get through the week. I fall into the second category and I think it is due to the fact that I know, I will never
Palm Sunday/The Rising of Lazarus from the dead
On Palm Sunday, when Jesus entered Jerusalem, there was a lot of excitement about him. He was known in the area as a miracle worker, a healer, and for many, the coming Messiah who would usher in a new era for the Jewish Nation. He had a lot of opposition by the powers that be, and looked upon as a threat to the survival of the nation. Then there was the story about Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead! In midst of that excitement was a mix
To receive mercy is pure gift,
no one can demand this healing balm,
justice for-gone to touch a suffering soul,
whose heart is hard from sin’s scalding wound,
Pain received, and then shared, is sins legacy,
others paying for the guilt of another,
poisonous fruit, is evil’s gift,
endless cycles of suffering, absurdity, and death.
7 times 70 is God’s code for mercy,
no end, infinite in scope,
to embrace ones pain and to not scapegoat
is the road to mercy and healing
Before his entrance into Jerusalem on that Palm Sunday,
Jesus told how deep his distress was to his followers,
for he knew that goodness often feeds the rage of those wounded,
his loving heart made him defenseless against such tumult.
So he entered, we cheered him, waving palms,
he smiled perhaps sadly and with compassion,
for he knows what is in the hearts of men;
the pain, anger, the desires that can drive us crazy
and the rage against God and existence itself,
The Lady with Purple Hair
She stood in the middle of the parking lot,
thin, wearing a white sweater, with purple hair,
she looked lost, standing there reading from a piece of paper.
She was in my way, standing in the middle of the entrance
of a row, to the parking lot;
because of how she looked, I did not want to draw attention
to myself…so I managed to get by her.
I parked, she “The lady” was slowly meandering
across the parking spaces,
not paying the slightest attention to the t
Hate is the very breath of hell
September 12—Holy Hour. “Don’t you think that if you were to spend this entire hour of adoration repeating the words, ‘Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven,’ you would not be wasting your time? For My will is all love. It is out of love that you ask Me for it, and when the sum of all the love on earth is greater than the sum of hate, that will be a step forward. Hate is not from heaven. Hate is the very breath of hell.
Bossis, Gabrielle. He and I
I will never fully understand God’s grace
“When you say to Me, ‘Beloved Jesus I give you my entire life,’ do you realize that at the same time I’ve given you more, since even what you are giving Me is what I’ve given you? Admit that everything you have comes from Me. It’s all a gift from Me, not to display My power, not chosen at random, but by My most attentive love—chosen especially for you, My children—for your path in life, in order to help you to reach the goal that is yours. Bossis,
The weight can be heavy, for some too heavy
As I was driving one fine Georgia day,
the sun was out, a bit chilly,
yes, a wonderful day.
Coming from the airport,
I approached my exit on I-75,
a place where I would give money
to whoever was there.
Most of the time there is no one,
but I always get something ready if there is,
something I do because to pass someone in need
throughout the many stop signs in the city
would harm me I believe,
shutting my hear further which is alre
Chapter talk I gave on 2/24/19
Bernard had it in his heart the need to be constant in following his vocation, so that he constantly said in his heart, and even often on his lips, “Bernard, Bernard. What have you come for? “William of St. Thierry
Over the years, retreat masters, abbots, and those who I went to for spiritual-direction, would often bring up this question: “What have you come for.” This quote has been used so often that it can become a m
Walking on the waves
I dive into mercy,
my sins, wounds, and raging emotions
burned away by your loving gaze.
I look to you, Lord,
walking on the water
in my inner storm,
I look to you upon the waves
taking one step at a time,
And when I forget and wander,
Or allow fear to wound me yet again,
so I begin to sink beneath the waves,
it is then that you reach out and bring me up,
embracing me in my messiness,
loving me into beginning again…
How loving you are towa
A place of beautiful, wounded, raw humanity
I feel at home at the veteran’s hospital in Atlanta,
a place for men and women who have seen much,
who carry their burdens for all to see,
not in shame, but just their lives.
Many are old like me, some very young,
so much for war and its fruits,
wounded men and women, many adrift,
they wear their hats stating which service they served in,
with pride, not shame, even if bitter and angry
over how their lives turned out.
The hallways are
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
The Beatitude I want to speak on is the one that speaks of mercy. Or about the merciful.
However, I want to start off with this quote from Matt: 7:1-5
7 “Judge not, that you be not judged. 2 For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. 3 Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is i