Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Emmanuel moment

God hidden in the mud
and the pain of each day
God answering the cry of our hearts

Thursday, December 25, 2008

giving moment

there is one thing that we alone can give God
and that is our personal love
no one else
can give God
our personal love
for this
is our great significance
Basil Pennington

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

light moment

Let the Star of Morning Rise by Ted Loder

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light.
Isaiah 9:2

Lord God,
in the deepest night there rises the star of morning,

of birth,
the herald of a new day you are making,
a day of great joy dawning in yet faint shafts of light and love.

I hear whispers of peace in the stillness,
fresh breezes of promise stirring,
winter sparrows chirping of life,
a baby's cry of need
and hope --

In the darkness I see the light
and find in it comfort,

cause for celebration,
for the darkness cannot overcome it;
and I rejoice to nourish it in myself,
in other people,
in the world
for the sake of him in whom it was born
and shines forever,
even Jesus the Christ.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

prepared moment

God had prepared a stable
before man started shutting the doors

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Vanier moment

I am sensing a yearning for solidarity,
a cry coming from people for togetherness and for love.
For too long we've been walking on the road to independence.
We're beginning to feel our loneliness.
We're beginning to see that we can only live if we're together.
We have had enough of loneliness,
and competition.
Jean Vanier

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

eagle moment

A man found an eagle's egg and put it in the nest of a barnyard hen.
The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them
All his life the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did,

thinking he was a barnyard chicken.
He scratched the earth for worms and insects.
He clucked and cackled.
And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air.
Years passed and the eagle grew very old.

One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky.
It glided in graceful majesty among the powerful wind currents with scarely a beat of his strong golden wings.
The old eagle looked up in awe. "Who's that?" he asked
"That's the eagle, the king of the birds," said his neighbour.
"He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth - we're chickens."
So the eagle lived and died a chicken for that's what he thought he was.
Tony de Mello
Song of the Bird.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Habakkuk 3:17-18
though the fig tree should not blossom
and there be no fruit on the vines
though the yield of the olive should fail
and the fields produce no food
though the flock should be cut off from the fold
and there be no cattle in the stalls
yet I will exult in the LORD
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation

Friday, December 12, 2008

mystery moment

perhaps it is we are not to know the answers
but live in the part of self where the question is born
live with an attitude of listening
of awareness of presence
of an openness to mystery

Thursday, December 11, 2008

piano moment

playing the piano
I got lost today
and didn’t want to come back

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

alone moment

Soren Kierkegaard
"Christianity does not join people together.
No, it separates them in order to unite every single individual with God.
And when a person has become such that he can belong to God and to God alone,
he has died away from that which usually joins people together.
Every call from God is always addressed to one person,
the single individual.
Precisely in this lies the difficulty and examination,
that the one who is called must stand alone,
walk alone,
alone with God."

Monday, December 08, 2008

healing moment

The broken and the oppressed have taught me a great deal
and have changed me quite radically.
They have helped me discover that healing takes place at the bottom of the ladder,
not at the top.
Jean Vanier

Sunday, December 07, 2008

listening moment

Many people in L'Arche are close to God, and yet they are so little and poor. They have known rejection and have suffered a great deal. I am always moved as I hear them speak of God. When somebody asked one of our men, Peter, if he liked to pray, he said that he did. So the person continued and asked him what he did when he prayed. He replied: “I listen.” Then the person asked what God says to him. Peter, a man with Down`s Syndrome, looked up and said: “He just says, 'You are my beloved son.'
Jean Vanier

Saturday, December 06, 2008

reed moment

Once there was a reed, tall and proud, growing near a stream. He was a fine reed, and how he loved life! He lived every moment to the full. From his height he had a splendid view of the whole area. He watched the small animals scamper to and fro, the birds darting here and there, the multi-hued insects, the fish gliding in the stream. But best of all he liked the flowers. They came in a never ending parade of exquisite form and color. Old friends would go, but new ones promptly followed and they delighted him so that he never stopped to wonder what happened to the old. And all the while he stood, tall and green. Yes, life was good indeed.
Then one morning he awoke, and as he looked into the stream he discovered that his tip was turning brown. His dismay grew as day after ay the malady spread until his fine green coat was completely gone. In addition, he began to feel dry, then drier and drier. Then the rains came and beat at him, the winds battered him, and finally a mightly gust snapped him loose from the earth. He lay desolate on the ground, broken, bruised, and heavy-hearted.
Some days later, a young man came by and picked him up. He put him into his bag where it was dark, so dark that poor reed could see nothing at all. He longed for the end. Anything would be better than this unending darkness.
Finally the day came when the young man took him back out of the bag. How good to see the light again! He saw the fields and rolling hills, and sheep grazing peacefully around. The young man took a sharp knife and cut part of the reed away, hurting him so acutely he couldn’t help but cry out. Then the man ruthlessly pierced him through from end to end, clearing out his hollow. Every inch of his being quivered with pain. Then he was thrust back into the darkness again.
Sometime later he was taken out again. He welcomed the light, yet dreaded the pain he anticipated would come along with it. And sure enough, there was the knife. This time the young man mercilessly cut several holes in him. He wept silently. Then he was plunged once more into darkness.
The day came when reed, from his black home in the bag, sensed something different about everything; there was some excitement in the air. The young man joined some of the other shepherds and they hurried toward the edge of town. There they went into a cave, and the young man pulled reed out of the bag. Reed braced himself for the inevitable knife. Instead, to his surprise, he felt only the gentle caress of the young man’s hands as he lifted him tenderly to his lips. Then the young man poured his life-breath into him and there came forth from reed a beautiful song, simple and pure. And as reed looked out he saw a young mother and her little Baby. And they both smiled at him.

written by a Madonna House worker