The fact that we are here and that I speak these words is an attempt to break that silence and bridge some of those differences between us, for it is not difference which immobilizes us, but silence. And there are so many silences to be broken.
Help me to be less fearful of the measure of time, and more fully alive in the time that simply is. Help me to live time, not just to simply use it; to breathe it in, and return it in acts of love and presence
The wilderness constantly reminds me that wholeness is not about perfection….I have been astonished to see how nature uses devastation to stimulate new growth, slowly but persistently healing her own wounds. Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life. Knowing this gives me hope that human wholeness – mine, yours, ours – need not be a utopian dream if we can use devastation as a seedbed for new life.
Monday of holy week. The energy and excitement of the triumphant entry into Jerusalem could have settled into the routine of a new week.
But no week such as this could have ever seemed routine. There was still so much to share. Surrounded by his closest friends and followers, Jesus explains as much as he can. The urgency in his voice may have felt confusing to those around him.￼￼ But he knew time was running short. He knew they would learn best through action. Yet the words he spoke would remain with them as support and comfort while they went out to spread the good news.￼
Let us lean in softly and listen. This world aches for good news. May be the one who share what we have learned. May we share through word and action.