
Small Epiphanies
“Selfishly, I am not ready to die yet – not physically, not emotionally. I can be a part of this world yet separate from it, but I cannot exist separately from you.”

“Selfishly, I am not ready to die yet – not physically, not emotionally. I can be a part of this world yet separate from it, but I cannot exist separately from you.”

“The road can’t keep me from having an accident or doing something ill-advised, but it will not vanish from underneath me just because my headlights are no longer on it.”

“This is the thin time, when the veil between the worlds becomes translucent. Heaven is close. Those who have gone before us gather near, an immense cloud of witnesses.”

“I am convinced that God cares far less about any particular position I hold than she does about the way I engage the people around me.”

“My almost 4-year-old has fierce emotions. It comes with the age and all the feelings that are welling up in her. It comes with not being able to adequately express what she’s feeling and what she wants. Like many young children she can go from joyful to the-world-is-ending in a matter of seconds.”

“Jesus was a rebel. That is that lens through which much modern theology has been based, especially the Liberation Theology that came out of Central America, and geo-political theology which situates the Gospels in their own time and society. “

“Between blindness and sight, that is between the two stories, we have Jesus teaching his disciples about his mission and the kingdom which is coming. He tells the disciples to be like children, to be servants, to be last, to lose their lives.”

“Psalm 13 9:14b speaks of, “…you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Every knitter who is a Bible student knows that one.”

“Contemplation and action are two sides of the coin that makes up our Christian life, and they are represented in both halves of our Eucharistic liturgy. Mary and Martha are not competitors in ministry; they are partners in ministering to Jesus.”

“The unique gifts of the heart we each can offer – the little things, like shiny pebbles from the beach – sometimes become bus tickets back to the world of worthiness from the bleak realm of despair.”