Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
child moment
a little child has
no knowledge
no power
no capacity
no independence
no survival skills
no defenses
and Jesus says
UNLESS you change
and become like a little child
you will not enter
and I have been wondering
how to undo all I have learned
give up all power
empty myself
allow myself to become dependent
be wide open
naked
and vulnerable
and found myself striving
to do this
and the answer was always right in front of me
be still
and know
while being known
it is in His Presence
all but Him
the One and only
is swept away
the noise of the hurricane of busyness
must be stopped
in order
to hear
THE
whisper
the whisper
that causes me
to be
like a child
with my Father
no knowledge
no power
no capacity
no independence
no survival skills
no defenses
and Jesus says
UNLESS you change
and become like a little child
you will not enter
and I have been wondering
how to undo all I have learned
give up all power
empty myself
allow myself to become dependent
be wide open
naked
and vulnerable
and found myself striving
to do this
and the answer was always right in front of me
be still
and know
while being known
it is in His Presence
all but Him
the One and only
is swept away
the noise of the hurricane of busyness
must be stopped
in order
to hear
THE
whisper
the whisper
that causes me
to be
like a child
with my Father
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
dance moment
there are tears that fall in the night
silent
unseen
unbidden
tears that wet the pillow of pain
of sadness
of loneliness
they come slowly
hesitantly
soundlessly
an admission
an acknowledgement
of a hidden truth
there is a release in the nakedness
a freedom in the vulnerability
the feet of hope
that had lost their dance
begin to move ...............
to find a rythm
these tears do not fall unnoticed
there is one who watches
who cares
who extends his arms
and asks
will you dance
with me?
silent
unseen
unbidden
tears that wet the pillow of pain
of sadness
of loneliness
they come slowly
hesitantly
soundlessly
an admission
an acknowledgement
of a hidden truth
there is a release in the nakedness
a freedom in the vulnerability
the feet of hope
that had lost their dance
begin to move ...............
to find a rythm
these tears do not fall unnoticed
there is one who watches
who cares
who extends his arms
and asks
will you dance
with me?
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
broken moment
hate
breaks
more
than
bones
pierces deeper than any bullet
is like an IED buried in the soil of a person
exploding carnage
into anyone who might inadvertently trip the trigger
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
humble moment
Humility is the attitude of one who is like the soil.
Humility comes from the Latin word, humus, fertile ground.
The fertile ground is there,
unnoticed,
taken for granted,
always there to be trodden upon.
It is silent,
inconspicuous,
dark and yet it is always ready to receive any seed,
ready to give it substance and life.
The more lowly
the more fruitful
because it becomes really fertile
when it accepts all the refuse of the earth.
It is so low that noting can soil it,
humiliate it;
it has accepted the last place and cannot go any lower.
In that position
nothing can shatter the soul's serenity,
its peace
and joy.
Anthony Bloom
Humility comes from the Latin word, humus, fertile ground.
The fertile ground is there,
unnoticed,
taken for granted,
always there to be trodden upon.
It is silent,
inconspicuous,
dark and yet it is always ready to receive any seed,
ready to give it substance and life.
The more lowly
the more fruitful
because it becomes really fertile
when it accepts all the refuse of the earth.
It is so low that noting can soil it,
humiliate it;
it has accepted the last place and cannot go any lower.
In that position
nothing can shatter the soul's serenity,
its peace
and joy.
Anthony Bloom
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
new moment
one does not discover new lands
without consenting to lose sight of the shore
for a very long time
Andre Gide
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
silent moment
there is a stillness in the air
and in the land
this day
a crispness
in this valley between seasons
earlier I bundled up
to walk deep into the woods
to stand
among the quiet standing
leaves rained down
noiseless
falling
and landing
it was as if the land
was being soaked
with silent tears
and I thought of those
who cry alone
in the night
unseen
unheard
and I prayed for arms
to come 'round
a shoulder
to lean on
a hug
a wordless touch .........
and in the land
this day
a crispness
in this valley between seasons
earlier I bundled up
to walk deep into the woods
to stand
among the quiet standing
leaves rained down
noiseless
falling
and landing
it was as if the land
was being soaked
with silent tears
and I thought of those
who cry alone
in the night
unseen
unheard
and I prayed for arms
to come 'round
a shoulder
to lean on
a hug
a wordless touch .........
Monday, October 12, 2009
messy moments
while making squash soup the other day
I found myself hesitating a bit
before plunging my hands into the gucky part
the part that contains the seeds
the seeds which carry new life
and I thought of ministering within the body
how it is sometimes necessary
to plunge into the gucky part
get our hands dirty
in order to reach
and free
the seed buried within
the seed that carries new life
Saturday, October 10, 2009
speech and silent moment
God the Father has only spoken one Word, his Son.
Sometimes we make music for the Lord in conversation --
for speech is a blessed gift.
Sometimes we rest together side by side, in the presence of the Word;
a deep sharing can then take place.
The divine Word will instruct us.
Perhaps what we all need is to listen a little more attentively
to the stirring of his Spirit within us,
that we may know the time to speak
and the time to be silent,
so that both speech and silence
will be used only for God’s glory
written by a Modanna House worker
Sometimes we make music for the Lord in conversation --
for speech is a blessed gift.
Sometimes we rest together side by side, in the presence of the Word;
a deep sharing can then take place.
The divine Word will instruct us.
Perhaps what we all need is to listen a little more attentively
to the stirring of his Spirit within us,
that we may know the time to speak
and the time to be silent,
so that both speech and silence
will be used only for God’s glory
written by a Modanna House worker
Friday, September 25, 2009
tarshish moment
in Tarshish
one can have a wonderful religious career
without having to deal with God
eugene peterson
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
hidden moment
The tiny hand of the fearless child
can slip through the bars of the prison of egoism.
He is the one who can open the lock and set free.
And God hides himself in the child.
Jean Vanier
can slip through the bars of the prison of egoism.
He is the one who can open the lock and set free.
And God hides himself in the child.
Jean Vanier
Monday, September 07, 2009
standing moment
she stands
in quiet solitude
with a silent shudder
in the midst of an unexpected coolness
her leaves begin to fall
slowly at first
then in a bit of a rush
laying out a blanket of poured out life
gnarled and grey
she stands
in a new nakedness
freshly vulnerable
one by one
she drops her branches
incapable of bearing their weight
aching in the open wound of great loss
she stands
no longer able to offer shade
or nourishment
she stands
facing an uncertain horizon
she stands
while entering a sacramental season of waiting
in acceptance of her approaching winter
in quiet solitude
with a silent shudder
in the midst of an unexpected coolness
her leaves begin to fall
slowly at first
then in a bit of a rush
laying out a blanket of poured out life
gnarled and grey
she stands
in a new nakedness
freshly vulnerable
one by one
she drops her branches
incapable of bearing their weight
aching in the open wound of great loss
she stands
no longer able to offer shade
or nourishment
she stands
facing an uncertain horizon
she stands
while entering a sacramental season of waiting
in acceptance of her approaching winter
Monday, August 31, 2009
killing moment
The bullet that kills is
only the final instrument of the hatred
that began being nurtured in the heart
long before the gun was picked up
Henri Nouwen
Friday, August 21, 2009
dew moment
Christians are like the several flowers in a garden
that have each of them the dew of heaven,
which,
being shaken with the wind,
they let fall at each other's roots,
whereby they are jointly nourished,
and become nourishers of each other.
John Bunyan
so grateful for the dew that has nourished my roots ...........
that have each of them the dew of heaven,
which,
being shaken with the wind,
they let fall at each other's roots,
whereby they are jointly nourished,
and become nourishers of each other.
John Bunyan
so grateful for the dew that has nourished my roots ...........
Thursday, July 09, 2009
worship moment
The test and core of all life is worship.
All of us worship.
We worship!
Question is: what, who is the object of bowing worship?
The method of darkness is to instill fear --
to get worship!
What you fear you worship.
Who you fear,
there is the altar of your worship.
Martha Kilpatrick
All of us worship.
We worship!
Question is: what, who is the object of bowing worship?
The method of darkness is to instill fear --
to get worship!
What you fear you worship.
Who you fear,
there is the altar of your worship.
Martha Kilpatrick
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Ruth moment
As I travel I find so many women full of spiritual potential
who feel trapped by depression, disappointment, grief, shame and physical pain.
Yet when they look to the church for help
they often find that the patriarchal attitudes of the Old Testament are alive and well.
The church has failed
when it comes to helping women discover and implement their spiritual gifts.
Women's ministry has focused on trivial things
like fashion shows and recipes
when God desires to train His daughters to win souls, disciple new believers, start and run businesses, fund kingdom enterprises and transform communities.
We have ignored the message of the book of Ruth—
and as a result many women have remained spiritually barren
when it was God's intention that they become dangerous weapons that make the devil tremble.
Women please hear me.
Jesus has included you in His plan!
Allow Him to reveal to you how much He loves you
and how He desires to use you.
He wants you to leave a spiritual legacy,
just as Ruth did.
May you be filled with the same courage, faith and determination that marked her life.
J. Lee Grady
who feel trapped by depression, disappointment, grief, shame and physical pain.
Yet when they look to the church for help
they often find that the patriarchal attitudes of the Old Testament are alive and well.
The church has failed
when it comes to helping women discover and implement their spiritual gifts.
Women's ministry has focused on trivial things
like fashion shows and recipes
when God desires to train His daughters to win souls, disciple new believers, start and run businesses, fund kingdom enterprises and transform communities.
We have ignored the message of the book of Ruth—
and as a result many women have remained spiritually barren
when it was God's intention that they become dangerous weapons that make the devil tremble.
Women please hear me.
Jesus has included you in His plan!
Allow Him to reveal to you how much He loves you
and how He desires to use you.
He wants you to leave a spiritual legacy,
just as Ruth did.
May you be filled with the same courage, faith and determination that marked her life.
J. Lee Grady
Monday, May 25, 2009
giving moment
THE GIVING TREE - by Shel Siverstein
"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy" -
And so begins the story of a tree being happy
because she is able to make the boy happy.
At first the boy desires nothing but to climb on her branches,
eat her apples
and lie in her shade.
But as the boy grows,
so do his desires.
Because of the tree's love
she gives her apples for him to sell for money to have real fun,
her branches that he might build a house for a wife and family,
her trunk so he could build a boat and sail away from the boredom of life.
One day the prodigal returns to the tree that loves him.
By now she has given him everything:
all that remains of her is an old stump.
The boy,
now an old man,
needs only a quiet place to sit and rest.
And the giving tree gives once more.
"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy" -
And so begins the story of a tree being happy
because she is able to make the boy happy.
At first the boy desires nothing but to climb on her branches,
eat her apples
and lie in her shade.
But as the boy grows,
so do his desires.
Because of the tree's love
she gives her apples for him to sell for money to have real fun,
her branches that he might build a house for a wife and family,
her trunk so he could build a boat and sail away from the boredom of life.
One day the prodigal returns to the tree that loves him.
By now she has given him everything:
all that remains of her is an old stump.
The boy,
now an old man,
needs only a quiet place to sit and rest.
And the giving tree gives once more.
