Holy Saturday

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you as few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so tender,
My need of God
Absolutely clear
.


Quote: Hafiz

 

pressure and pull of a noisy day

The pressure and pull of a noisy day denies us the comfort of God.
It is a day in which we are buffeted by the world around us
and left at the mercy of the clatter and jangle of our own hearts.
To be a contemplative we must put down the cacophony of the world around us
and go inside ourselves to wait for the God
who is a whisper not a storm.


Quote: Joan Chittister, One House

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A new year — Advent 1

Roger Hutchison - Advent 1

 

 

And so a new year begins… in the Christian tradition, we mark another circle around the sun.

Today is the first Sunday of Advent – a time to begin anew. As the month of December begins energy pulls toward Christmas.

Every store we enter, every advertisement we see, many songs we hear — all focus on the importance of preparing for Christmas. This is often chaotic, stress-building preparation. Preparation far from the call to collect oneself and gather with others to intentionally listen for sounds of God’s arrival.

Advent is a time set apart to live with a sense of wonder and anticipation. It is a time to settle the noise around you,  to wait for something to come- something exciting and new.

Does your heart race? Do you feel a bit unsettled?

Light a candle in the dark places and stay alert.


Thank you, Roger Hutchison, for this beautiful image of Advent1.

Blessing the Dust

Blessing the Dust
For Ash Wednesday

All those days
you felt like dust,
like dirt,
as if all you had to do
was turn your face
toward the wind
and be scattered
to the four corners
or swept away
by the smallest breath
as insubstantial—

did you not know
what the Holy One
can do with dust?

This is the day
we freely say
we are scorched.

This is the hour
we are marked
by what has made it
through the burning.

This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth.

So let us be marked
not for sorrow.
And let us be marked
not for shame.
Let us be marked
not for false humility
or for thinking
we are less
than we are

but for claiming
what God can do
within the dust,
within the dirt,
within the stuff
of which the world
is made
and the stars that blaze
in our bones
and the galaxies that spiral
inside the smudge
we bear.


—Jan Richardson
“Blessing the Dust” appears in Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons.