I want you to know I’m praying for you if you are like Tamar, struggling with infertility, or a miscarriage.
I want you to know that I’m praying for you if you are like Rachel, counting the women among your family and friends who year by year and month by month get pregnant, while you wait.
I want you to know I’m praying for you if you are like Naomi, and have known the bitter sting of a child’s death.
I want you to know I am praying for you if you are like Joseph and Benjamin, and your Mom has died.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if your relationship with your Mom was marked by trauma, abuse, or abandonment, or she just couldn’t parent you the way you needed.
Continue reading “A Prayer for All Women on Mother’s Day …”
Pray as You Go, the popular prayer website and free app sponsored by the Jesuits in the UK, will be using Seven Last Words by James Martin as the basis for their free 2017 daily Lenten retreat.
Continue reading “Seven Last Words (Meditations for Lent) …”
The time came for Mary to be delivered. And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn” (Lk 2:6f.). These words touch our hearts every time we hear them. This was the moment that the angel had foretold at Nazareth: “you will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High” (Lk 1:31). This was the moment that Israel had been awaiting for centuries, through many dark hours – the moment that all mankind was somehow awaiting, in terms as yet ill-defined: when God would take care of us, when he would step outside his concealment, when the world would be saved and God would renew all things. We can imagine the kind of interior preparation, the kind of love with which Mary approached that hour. The brief phrase: “She wrapped him in swaddling clothes” allows us to glimpse something of the holy joy and the silent zeal of that preparation. The swaddling clothes were ready, so that the child could be given a fitting welcome. Yet there is no room at the inn. In some way, mankind is awaiting God, waiting for him to draw near. But when the moment comes, there is no room for him. Man is so preoccupied with himself, he has such urgent need of all the space and all the time for his own things, that nothing remains for others – for his neighbour, for the poor, for God. And the richer men become, the more they fill up all the space by themselves. And the less room there is for others. Continue reading “Advent Day 01: Making Room for Christmas …”
Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong UNITED
You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand Continue reading “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) …”
A loved one has just trusted me with a piece of their identity, and I’m not sure how to feel. Perhaps in the past I have simply accepted what so many say, that the Bible argues against those are proudly LGBTQ+, without ever considering how accepting that notion as fact might affect someone near and dear to me. Perhaps this loved one’s coming out has rocked me to my core, or perhaps part of me was expecting it all the while. Either way, here I am, in front of you, all-loving Lord, asking you what I should do and how I can support this person I care so much about. Continue reading “Prayer For When A Loved One Comes Out To You As LGBTQ+ …”
The universe unfolds in God, who fills it completely.
Hence, there is a mystical meaning to be found in a leaf,
in a mountain trail, in a dewdrop,
in a poor person’s face. Continue reading “A Prayer For Our Earth …”
May the Angels in their beauty bless you.
May they turn toward you streams of blessing.
May the Angel of Awakening stir your heart
To come alive to the eternal within you,
To all the invitations that quietly surround you. Continue reading “Blessings Of Angels …”
She bore no more than other women bore,
but in her belly’s globe that desert night the earth’s
full burden swayed.
Maybe she held it in her clasped hands as expecting women often do
or monks in prayer. Maybe at the womb’s first clutch
she briefly felt that star shine Continue reading “Descending Theology — The Nativity & A Christmas Prayer…”
Christ you come to us,
Not in the wind and storm,
Not in the earthquake and fire,
But in the gentle whisper,
The sound of sheer silence, Continue reading “In The Gentle Whisper …”