
Known in the breaking of the bread
Children sow the sidewalk with painted rocks wearing hearts and flowers, as though faith could irrigate the earth with hope. I sow my windowsill with
Children sow the sidewalk with painted rocks wearing hearts and flowers, as though faith could irrigate the earth with hope. I sow my windowsill with
A press release from the Association of Anglican Musicians “strongly urges AAM members to follow all directives as set forth by the Centers for Disease
“It’s been awhile since I marveled at small, blue eggs, and watched a robin search for worms and return to three pecking beaks open wide for food.
Thank you, God, for the gift of new life.”
“The bigness of Christ is there but the need to touch a personal Christ has invaded my life and my soul. That need has always been there, but it seems to me that there is something immediate now about needing to know the personal Jesus inside me – to remember him for who he was to Peter – a personal Lord who calls me to try to walk on these waves with Him. All I have to do is try – and He catches me before I sink. I need His immediate promise of redemption. Not a future promise – not a past promise – His immediate redemption of me, now, and my situation, now.”
“Let us learn to embrace those words we chose to throw away. Suffering. Sin. The Evil One. And at the same time let us learn to embrace those prettified words for their true meanings, their hard and real meanings. Faith. Obedience. Love. Healed. Because without walking through the shadow of death, can there be the support, love, and gifts of our Shepherd?”
Belief and faith in difficult times can be hard, but if we can lift our eyes just a little, when can see the presence of God come to us.
2FAB look into the life and legacy of Appollonia, ancient Egyptian church leader, martyred in Alexandria
“In ‘Sartori’ the monk of this painting reminds us that we are all monks and nuns – we all have an inner life we are shepherding and a creative expression waiting ready inside us like a Border Collie waiting to move sheep – trembling, ready. And of course, in Buddhism, nuns and monks both shave their heads – so we do not know the sex of this monk. Like so many icons, he or she is ‘we’ – all of us.”
“Instead I have to listen with the ears of my heart. My belief comes straight out of that part of me in which Christ dwells already, and has dwelt since before the beginning of time. It comes from my heart, the true center of my person, the seat of my Soul. My Soul knows.”
“I like to have everything planned out, to know exactly what I can expect, and to be forewarned of hardships so that I can mentally and emotionally prepare for them. But, just as Peter could not have known with certainty that a storm was coming, I, too, am unable to know what hardships or changes in my life lies ahead, or what shape each day will take.”