Gripes of Wrath3/31/2022 The scriptures for Thursday of the 4th week of Lent could be titled “Gripes of Wrath.” As we come closer to Holy Week, we hear more and more about God’s displeasure with the people of Israel, and Jesus’ conflict with the Jewish authorities. These are not easy readings to hear and pray with! The image of God that the book of Exodus portrays is one who is “small-minded” and “petulant.”
Moses has to “talk God down” and cajole him into letting go of his blazing wrath. Isn’t it ironic that God wants his people “consumed” when the same God appeared to Moses in a burning bush that could not be consumed, and who promised deliverance for his people? John’s Gospel portrays Jesus as someone who is pitted against his enemies. Whatever happened to “Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you?” Of course, the Johannine Jesus is seen through the lens of the ostracization of the Johannine community from the synagogue. Both readings can leave us wondering, “Who is this God who claims our love and faith? Who is this Jesus who wants to share his life with us? Where is the Spirit that brings peace and healing? It may be helpful to remember these words of Richard Rohr in this book, The Universal Christ: (p.146) It is not God who is violent. We are. It is not that God demands suffering of humans. We do. God does not need or want suffering—neither in Jesus nor in us. Suggestion for Prayer: The Holy Ground photo today is devoid of color. Do you see it as harder or softer? Do you see it as hotter or cooler? As you pray with images of God that are harsh and “too hot to handle” can you enter into a colloquy with God about your own tendency to rage, anger, indignation? What does Jesus say to you about these very real human emotions that you may feel from time to time? Is your prayer today an invitation to let go of “wrath” and let yourself be “wreathed” with God’s mercy?
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Lo and Be Held!3/30/2022 Lo and Be Held
Wednesday of the 4th Week of Lent Two days ago, I titled the reflection, Lo and Behold. It’s an attention-getter, an invitation to look more closely at what God is doing. Today’s “Lo and Be Held” should need no explanation when you read below. The Holy Ground of Eastern Point looks very different in the winter season when there is a snow cover. Part of the beauty is that you can see the footprints of someone who has made their way through the snow. The Isaiah reading speaks of mountains and highways, but this image may speak powerfully as well. For he who pities them leads them and guides them beside springs of water. I will cut a road through all my mountains, and make my highways level. See, some shall come from afar, others from the north and the west, and some from the land of Syene. Sing out, O heavens, and rejoice, O earth, break forth into song, you mountains. For the LORD comforts his people and shows mercy to his afflicted. If you have come from “near or far” to the “springs of water” at Eastern Point and walked on this Holy Ground, you most likely have known God’s comforting embrace. Perhaps you have prayed with these consoling words? “But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me; my Lord has forgotten me." Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you.” At some point in our lives, each of us has felt this cry of the heart. Sometimes we feel “forsaken and forgotten.” Sometimes we may even feel like a “motherless child a long way from home.” Sometimes grief and loss are all-consuming. Can we let ourselves be held in God’s mothering embrace? If you’ve been to Eastern Point, you will recognize this statue of “mother and child.” Although it’s a “statue,” in prayer, the figure of Mary and Jesus, mother and child, comes to life. There is an exquisite tenderness in the way each “clings” to the other. There is such sweetness in the gaze of each. And there is something beautiful about our mothering God holding each of us in her arms and letting us cling to her. Out of the Blue3/29/2022 Tuesday of the 4th Week of Lent
It seems like today’s first reading from the prophet Ezekiel comes “out of the blue.” Why this scripture with its stunning images of water flowing from the temple, inundating the world and creating new life? Here at Eastern Point, retreatants are always drawn by the power, beauty, mystery, of the ocean. The ebbing and flowing of the tides, the stillness and the turbulence all speak of the relationship with the Holy One. (Instead of Holy Ground, this is a reflection on Holy Water!) He asked me, "Have you seen this, son of man?" Then he brought me to the bank of the river, where he had me sit. Along the bank of the river I saw very many trees on both sides. He said to me, "This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh. Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine." The reading from Ezekiel is one of the most beautiful descriptions of water as a source of life. It was most likely chosen because of today’s Gospel which is about Jesus’ healing at the pool of Bethesda. But there is also a thematic connection with the Lenten Season as preparation for Baptism at the Easter Vigil. Suggestions for Prayer: Spend some time in prayer with today’s photo of the Holy Water of Eastern Point. What is “stirred up” in you as you reflect on the Ezekiel reading? Ask for the grace to know the meaning of your baptismal call and the abundance of grace that comes to you through your baptism. Lo and Behold3/28/2022 Monday of the 4th Week of Lent
The archaic expression "Lo" is meant to attract attention, preparing one for a special vision or revelation. It strikes me as a powerful way of beginning this Isaiah text which continues the theme of rejoicing from Laetare Sunday. Thus says the LORD: Lo, I am about to create new heavens and a new earth; The things of the past shall not be remembered or come to mind. Instead, there shall always be rejoicing and happiness in what I create. Really? Doesn’t that sound like a dream to you? When you look at this world with the enormous suffering of so many, especially now with the war in Ukraine, how can you hold onto the hope for a “new creation?” The text from Isaiah is written 2500 years ago and still there is nothing “new” when you see the cruelty and indifference to the suffering of so many. At this stage of our Lenten journey, we hear hopeful words, but the temptation is to give into despair when we see the problems that seem insurmountable. That’s why the challenge is to look closely and see what may be beneath the surface, springing into new life. How do we believe that God is working to heal our broken world? That is why the coincidence of the season of Spring with these scriptures can be so helpful. Can the created world reveal the inner life of God, which God desires us to seek and find? It may be only for a fleeting moment that we see; like a morning sunrise. But we can catch glimpses of God’s doing something “new.” I would like to suggest that you take a few moments today to listen to and look at “All Things Work for Good,” written by Paul Melley with the text from Romans 8 as the final piece of For the Greater Glory of God. Notice how the camera gives your eye a changing perspective, especially the moments when you see “from above.” vimeo.com/265442500#t=4920s I wonder if the invitation today and throughout the rest of the Lenten journey is to ask God for a “new” perspective on an “old” creation that is still exquisitely beautiful. And did you notice the blue and yellow in the morning dawn? A hopeful sign? Suggestions for prayer: What is the new heaven and the new earth that God may be creating in you these days? Where do you find hope springing anew out of the holy ground that is you? Midway3/27/2022 4th Sunday of Lent
I chose the title “Midway” since this Sunday marks the “midpoint” of the Lenten Season. Here’s the homily I will be giving very soon. 4th Sunday of Lent (C) Each morning this week in our spiritual direction meeting, one of the retreatants begins by reading a poem from my collection, On the Quiver of Mystery. Of course, I’m flattered and also delighted to hear the words that came from my prayer on the lips of someone else, hearing what I wrote in another voice. Two days ago, she read to me “Stag Leap,” a poem I wrote two years ago for the 5th Sunday of Lent when the Gospel was the raising of Lazarus and the world was shut down because of the pandemic. This is what I wrote Stag Leap If the world were not the way it is these days, this day I’d gladly sing Your praise. Watching waves washing white foam forming frothing, peaked cap sizing playful sea, I see. How can this be, when the world is ill, bedeviled by disease and despair? Once upon a time they say you cast out demons, bursting Beelzebub’s bubble. Can you not cast out this demon? How many pleas and thanks do you need before your heart is moved to pity for this world, before you weep as you did for your friend, Lazarus. And as it was then, so it is now. There is a stench that fills the air that must be masked. Disease, death and decay are always that way and the weary, wary world wonders why and where and how are you? As she read these words, I was startled to hear their resonance with where we are as a world today with the war in Ukraine. Dare I say it was kind of “staggering.” The poem has haunted me these past days and I knew I had to write an “updated” version which I will share with you in a short while. Today is Laetare Sunday. The invitation we hear is to “rejoice.” Like Gaudete in Advent, Laetare marks the midpoint of the liturgical season. We rejoice because soon we will be celebrating the living memory of Christ’s Passion, Death, and Resurrection. But, honestly, are we able to rejoice when there is such horrific destruction of a people and a country going on before our eyes? What right do we have to rejoice when there the suffering in our world is simply staggering? And yet, I would dare to say that you who are here at Eastern Point have had joyful moments during these days. Seeing the seals playing on the rocks? Surprised and delighted by the sunrise or the moon doing her thing in the evening/morning sky? Something as simple as seeing people here smiling. As my poetry friend said, “How lovely to see people unmasked because I can see their smile.” A special delivery of a bouquet of flowers. And this morning I heard that someone has been providing wine for your dinner? Now that makes me smile! Believe me, that’s not our custom. Such a prodigal gift! And the gift of receiving the consecrated wine, the blood of Christ, which has not been offered during Covid. Has that been a cause for joy for you? If you were expecting a homily about the Prodigal Son or Prodigal Father, I’m sorry to disappoint. I’ll leave that to your prayer where you can ask the question, “Where was the mother’s in the story? What was her relationship with her sons like? Or the question, is there a reconciliation between the two siblings? The Gospel story leaves us hanging. You may have to answer that question for yourself, our of your own experience of reconciliation. What happened in my prayer, in addition to asking the question, “how can we be joyful when there is so much suffering and injustice in our world.” was what does the reading from the book of Joshua have to do with the prodigal story? I could find no obvious connection. Then it came to me. Extravagance! Prodigality! The manna in the desert was an extravagant gesture of feeding God’s hungry people. The grain from the land would now be the sign of God’s abundant feeding the hungry. The son returns to his father’s house because he is hungry, even willing to eat from pig pods/ husks of corn. And the prodigality of the Father who sets a feast for the son who was lost and now is found. And here we are, recipients of God’s extravagant, prodigal love for us in Jesus Christ. We come to the feast. We are fed by the bread of life, the cup of salvation. We are fed by God’s prodigal mercy and love for us. We are fed by the presence of each other. And yet, we know that there are so many in our world, who like the son have nothing to eat. We hear stories daily about cities and towns in the Ukraine where people are starving. Which leads me to share with you Stag Leap Too Stag Leap If the world were not the way it is these days, this day I’d gladly sing Your praise. Watching waves washing white foam forming frothing, peaked cap sizing playful sea, I see. How can this be, when blue and yellow land Is dyed black and fools rush in with arms meant to amass destruction? How can this be, when blue and yellow land bedeviled by Voldemort’s reincarnation, Put in jeopardy by Satan’s prowling, turning blue skies to ashen gray, and amber waves of grain to empty husks for a hungry people? Once upon a time they say you cast out demons, bursting Beelzebub’s bubble. Can you not cast out this reputed demon? How many pleas and thanks do you need before your heart is moved to pity for this world, before you weep as you did for your friend, Lazarus. And as it was then, so it is now. There is the stench of war that fills the air that must be masked. Death and human decay are always that way and the weary, wary world wonders why and where and how you are? If the world were not as war torn as it is these days, this day I’d joyfully sing Your praise. But how hear this Laetare day a tale of house divided, One son squandering, profligately The other squalling, resentfully And not call to mind battle lines drawn? Is Prodigal Love enough reason to rejoice? Will Christ’s reconciling love hold sway and have its way? Wait and see, he says. There is a true blueness when you crane to see a people holding on despite all odds and even now showing courage giving new meaning to the color yellow. Seeing sky’s scrimshaw, clouds crowding sun, a light curtain alighting, a mischievous morning, my heart leaps like a stag trusting Christ, stag like, death destroying casting out demons But while we wait for his Eastering, stone rolling, unbinding, we must go stag. Just in Time3/25/2022 Feast of the Annunciation
Who knows at what time of day the annunciation of the Angel Gabriel came to Mary? Was it at dawn at her waking, as in the Tanner painting? Was it at midday at the well where she went to fill a vessel with water? Was it at evening strolling the streets of Nazareth and stopping to behold a stunning sunset? Was it at night as she gazed at the moonlight coming through the window in the room where she slept? Whenever it happened, it was “just in time.” The annunciation is the moment in time of God’s breaking into human time and space and conceiving a new way of being divinely human. Thanks be to God for Mary’s willingness to be there “just in time.” This moment “just in time” has captured my choreographic imagination for the past 40 years. For almost 30, it was Ralph Vaughan Williams’ “The Lark Ascending” that announced the beauty and power of this moment in time. Over the past 10 years, it has been “Gabriel’s Message,” a Basque Christmas carol that I heard “just in time” as I was creating Christmas Reflections. Here are the lyrics: The angel Gabriel from heaven came His wings as drifted snow His eyes as flame "All hail" said he "thou lowly maiden Mary Most highly favoured maid," Gloria! "For known a blessed mother thou shalt be All generations laud and honor thee Thy Son shall be Emanuel By seers foretold Most highly favoured maid," Gloria! Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head "To me be as it pleaseth God," she said "My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name." Most highly favoured maid Gloria! Of her Emanuel, the Christ was born In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn And everyone throughout the world forever saved Most highly favoured maid Gloria! It’s lovely in its simplicity and does capture some of the mysteriousness of Mary’s encounter with God’s messenger. Here are two links to the choreography: vimeo.com/528876492 (Gabriel's Message 2018) vimeo.com/340328148#t=1110s (The Lark Ascending 1991) Whose Voice? Your choice....3/24/2022 Thursday of the 3rd Week of Lent
Today’s scriptures are certainly appropriate for people who making a silent 8 day retreat. They hope to hear the voice of God speaking to them in and through the silence so that they will “hearken with their hearts” and not “harden not their hearts” as today’s psalm says. But there are always other voices that distract and draw attention away from the voice of God, especially self-critical voices. For the past three years now on Thursday of the 3rd Week of Lent, I’ve posted the same reflection. Richard Rohr’s thought about the voices we listen to is worth hearing over and over and taking to heart. In his book, The Universal Christ, Richard Rohr speaks of our human tendency to focus on the negative aspects of life, especially criticism which sticks to us like Velcro, rather than sliding off us like “Teflon.” “Brain studies have shown that we may be hardwired to focus on problems at the expense of a positive vision. The human brain wraps around fear and problems like Velcro… Conversely, positivity and gratitude and simple happiness slide away like cheese on hot Teflon….We are more attracted to the problem than the solution.” Pgs. 64-65 The Velcro/Teflon theory of the brain is also true of the positive and negative “voices” that we hear. Have you ever had the experience of a multitude of voices praising you and only a few criticizing? Inevitably it’s the negative voices that “stick” and the positive slide away. In today’s Gospel, Jesus literally gives someone a “voice.” Jesus was driving out a demon that was mute, and when the demon had gone out, the mute man spoke, and the crowds were amazed. But not everybody! There are a few there who criticize and accuse him of doing the work of Beelzebul. From his response we get the impression that Jesus doesn’t let the voices of his critics and accusers “stick.” His responses challenge their thinking. As human as he was, the “Velcro/Teflon” theory of the brain doesn’t apply in his case. And why not? It may be that the voice of God saying, “You are my beloved,” is the only voice he really pays attention to. And what about us? Can we tune out the voices that disparage, criticize, accuse and tell us that we are not worthy to be loved and accepted as we are? Can we listen to the voice of God as a source of affirmation, acceptance and infinite love? Rohr says in a later chapter, speaking of recognizing the voice of God: “If any thought feels too harsh, shaming or diminishing of yourself or others, it is not likely the voice of God. That is simply your voice. Why do humans so often presume the exact opposite—that shaming voices are always from God, and grace voices are always the imagination? That is a self-defeating (“demonic”) path. (p.88) “If a voice comes from accusation and leads to accusation, it is quite simply the voice of the “Accuser,” which is the literal meaning of the biblical word “Satan.” Shaming, accusing, or blaming is simply not how God talks. It is how we talk.” (p. 89) Or in a transformation of the psalmist’s words: “If today you hear God’s voice, Hearken with you Heart! Suggestion for Prayer: What are the voices you listen to? Do you let the critical voices from within and without “stick” or do you let them slide off you? Ask for the grace to ignore the negative voices of criticism and self-doubt and to “tune in” to God’s voice which affirms you with covenant love. What does it mean for you to “hearken with your heart to the voice of God?” We do have a choice when it comes to the voices that we pay attention to. A Fine Line3/23/2022 Wednesday of the 3rd Week of Lent
The scriptures today remind us to be in “good alignment.” When we are in right relation with God, our world, each other, we get the chance to be our best selves. Both Moses and Jesus are saying that letting the law abide in us will help keep us in line and align us with God and neighbor. The challenge is always walking the fine line between freedom and spontaneity, on the one hand, and the responsibilities we have for others. The pandemic and the war in Ukraine has reminded us of how interconnected we are globally. No one is immune these days to the suffering within the human community. Each human life is precious in God’s eyes. Each person who has lost his/her life in this senseless and cruel war is so much more than a casualty or statistic. The poem I shared with you for last Thursday’s reflection was written two years ago on this day, Wednesday of the 3rd Week of Lent. I offer it again as an “Ignatian repetitio.” A Fine Line I know I’m nobody special thanks to Emily. What the dickens! How can I be somebody and nobody at the same time? Her rhymes remind me there is a fine line between the “Me” and the “me.” I walk that fine line every day, hearing “whoooo are you?” wandering Alice’s way, wondering if “me” is more than “smoke and mirrors.” Was this morning’s sunrise mirror on the sea, a line meant for me? What the dickens! From my window in my rocker I see/saw sun’s fine line, light line, lifeline, direct line, divine line coming towards me. Must be off my rocker! To think a line meant for me! I know I’m nobody special thanks to Emily or is it Alice I have to ask? I know this nobody who felt like a somebody. seeing the Son’s fine line from his perfect perch. Today, this nobody is somebody’s songbird! Suggestion for prayer: How do you stay in good “alignment?” It’s also good to remember that the greatest commandment is to “love God with your whole, heart, soul, mind and strength and to love your neighbor as yourself.” On March 23rd, 2015 my mother, Dorothy Roggy VerEecke passed away at 99 years of age. In her eyes, my dad, brothers, nephews and nieces were “precious and special.” For a Change3/22/2022 Tuesday of the 3rd Week of Lent
For a change, I'm using a photo of my favorite beach on Cape Cod instead of one from Eastern Point. If you've ever been to Corporation Beach in Dennis, you know why. The theme of today's reflection is God's unchanging faithfulness and Jesus' asking us not to "shortchange" forgiveness in our lives. We are called to forgive over and over again. I have to admit that when I think of world leaders who use their power to inflict countless injuries on innocent people, I cannot imagine forgiveness for them. I wonder how God is merciful, yet demands justice? Azariah stood up in the fire and prayed aloud: “For your name’s sake, O Lord, do not deliver us up forever, or make void your covenant. Do not take away your mercy from us, for the sake of Abraham, your beloved, Isaac your servant, and Israel your holy one, To whom you promised to multiply their offspring like the stars of heaven, or the sand on the shore of the sea. Today’s reading from the Book of Daniel gives us the image of the stars of heaven and the sands on the shore of the sea as a way of capturing God’s infinite mercy and loving kindness. Azariah cries out to God to not make void the covenant, despite the sinfulness and unfaithfulness of God’s people. He knows in the depths of his being that God’s nature is to be faithful to the covenant. That's why I chose a sandy beach (above) and a starry sky (below) to accompany the reflection. The “countless” ways in which God is merciful and faithful in covenant love is reiterated in Jesus’s teaching about forgiveness. God does not “keep score” or “hold grudges” the way we do. What’s the score? That’s a common question. We seem to be “score keepers” by our nature. We want to keep track of who wins and who loses. Sometimes we are so hurt by others that we want to “even the score.” We even make God into a scorekeeper who knows how many wins and how many losses there are in our lives. Peter in today’s Gospel is also a score keeper, in both sense of the words. He asks Jesus how many times one should forgive a brother/sister. I always feel that he thinks he’s magnanimous suggesting “seven times.” But Jesus throws him for a “loop” saying that one must forgive seventy times seven times. Jesus is anything but a score keeper! The parable he tells illustrates this. The servant who is forgiven his debt want to “even the score” with his fellow servant rather than forgive the debt as the landowner did for him. It’s not easy being a follower of Jesus, especially when it comes to forgiveness. Sometimes we miss how central the experience of forgiveness is to his ministry. We can easily make excuses for ourselves and forgive some people but not others. First, we must “even the score” before we are able to forgive. But Jesus asks so much more of us. Rather than focusing on “scoring,” in the sense of having the advantage over someone, maybe we are invited to hear the musical “score” of our lives as symphonies of mercy, forgiveness, and reconciliation. Suggestion for Prayer: As you reflect this week on God’s covenant love, expressed in the Commandments, how does God invite you to forgive others and forgive yourselves for not living up to these commands? Is God a “score keeper” for you? Speak to God as one friend speaks to another. Ask for the grace to let go of any tendency within to “settle scores” rather than to forgive. For Sighs, Say "Ah!"3/21/2022 Hindsight and Foresight
Today is the first day of Spring. And “forsythia” are always reminders of the promise that Spring holds. When I see a forsythia beginning to bloom, I say "Ah! Spring is on its way." That’s why I chose a photo of a forsythia “popping” Yes, it’s a forced blossoming because it was brought inside, but what better blossom to be “forced” than a forsythia! Yes, I know it doesn't feel right to say "Ah," which is a sign of relief, when the Ukrainian people are suffering from the ravages of war and the cruelty of an autocratic dictator. And yet, there is something about the coming of Spring that elicits that sigh. Oh, that God would hear our sighs and know our longing for an end to this terrible affliction! “As the hind longs for running streams, so my soul longs for you, my God.” The psalm today combines verses from 42 and 43. These psalms are often given to retreatants to pray with. The image of the deer/hind/hart longing for running streams touches the person who has come to the Holy Ground and the Waters of Eastern Point longing for God. The underlying context of the psalm is the experience of exile. How can we not help but think of the millions of Ukrainians who have been displaced and exiled because of Russia’s war against them and the Holy Ground on which they “live, move and have their being?” The beauty of these two psalms is that they resonate so powerfully with the experience of the encounter with the mystery of God in our lives. The themes of longing, questioning God’s agency, remembering God’s fidelity, holding onto hope so that we may rejoice in God’s love are woven together through these psalms. What would it be like for someone who has been exiled because of war to pray this psalm? Can you imagine yourself in solidarity with them and pray the psalm for them? Psalm 43 is a reiteration of the “disquiet” of Psalm 42 but also has a stronger element of hope and the possibility of experiencing joy again. O send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy; and I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God. Here is a poem written for Monday of the 3rd week in Lent two years ago. Its inspiration was Psalm 42, the suffering of the pandemic and being an “eye-witness” to the calamity of a hind/deer’s running free through a Cape Cod marsh and then suddenly crashing into an oncoming vehicle as it leapt to cross a street. I changed the last verse to reflect the calamity that the Ukrainian people have experienced in the last weeks. Hindsight What does the hind see as she wends her way woods-wise, stream searching, suddenly stopping sensing something amiss? Her eyes darting, daring to look left, right, before, behind. her neck craning, tortuously, she hides herself, her hide standing on end frozen in fear blending in with brush and bramble. Time passes Tick-tock And still, motionless longing for running streams, thirsting for living waters. I remember a deer, hind or hart I don’t remember. Had it been a hart, antlers may have been antennas warning him of danger. I saw the hind/hart running, riveting my attention. A lord-a-leaping! A lady- dancing! Nature’s beauty bounding over the marsh and main. My heart beating and bouncing with every leap and soar of this hart unbound, hind unbidden, coming out of nowhere. And then, the crash, unseen by eye, but ear shattering. The heart-breaking collision. Oh, my dear hart! In hindsight, I wish I could have warned you of the oncoming calamity! Would that you knew the “whys” of your boundless bounding! Were you longing for running streams? Were you thirsting for living waters? My dears cry these days, calling out from the chaos of war crucifying lives and separating loved ones. You, my dears, frozen in fear, trapped in a blind of one man’s making, Have you lost sight of me? I have not lost sight of you. I am the longing within you. I am the living water still streaming, live, still streaming love. Suggestion for Prayer: Pray with psalms 42 and 43. Do they resonate with your experience of the past two years and our present reality? Do they evoke a sense of hope in you, despite the turmoil of our world? In “hindsight” can you see God as the longing within you; as the one who is still live-streaming and streaming love? AuthorAs an ordained Catholic priest for 45 years and a member of the Jesuits for 57 years, I've had a great deal of "spiritual" experience! This is a place where I can continue to share my thoughts about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and what it means to live the "mystery of God." Categories |
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