Category: Speaking to the Soul

To repent is in some small, frayed way to unknit the fabric in which my portrait is woven in such intricate and fascinating, colourful and false threads, pulling

“Here is what I notice…
a stop sign
the turn of my head
to witness God’s blazing glory.”

“When I wake up in the morning I make a cup of tea and sit quietly in my sacred space for a few minutes enjoying the early morning sounds and sights. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths in and out and recite what has become my morning mantra:
‘Thank you God for the gift of life
A wondrous gift so freely given.'”

“How foolish I was!  God was telling me my job didn’t matter.  The Holy water is within me.  In all my moments, even the most block-headed ones, I am an aquarium, a place for relating to Holy water.”

“I do have faith that God is present and as close as my next breath. That’s the best reason I can think of for continuing to breathe.  I don’t obey civil law because it suits me; it’s more about making things safer for others and myself.”

“To many of us, who nowadays so often feel trapped indoors, and who often use our weekends to flee the cities and flock to the outdoors, the idea of retreating indoors to find God might seem less appealing. I wonder, then, if we can honor St. Teresa on her feast day by extending her vision of God to the outer world, and envisioning the soul’s journey on a spiritual pilgrimage of a backpacking trip?”

“May we open our hearts to your guidance
for our own sake and the sake of the world,
led by wisdom of the Spirit of Truth,
enlightened by the example of the Prince of Peace …”

“When the “Spirit of the Lord snatched Philip away,” did the eunuch see him disappear before his eyes or did he look away and when he looked back again, Philip was gone? How did that feel to Philip?”

“This happens sometimes.  And, it is always very unnerving to be disconnected from the way I  think my life ought to go. What I do, the promises I keep, my work, my vacation plans, the well-being of my relationships — all these things are part of what defines me.  Without them, I feel an emotional free fall.”

“God, if wishes count, could my willow tree be there too? And maybe the pine tree overlooking my river where You and I met so often when I was an adolescent? Oh, and could there be a village like Three Pines with warm and friendly people, a sense of history, and a little Anglican church, for meditation and occasional concerts? By the way, I’d love to have about half the town I grew up in as neighbors as well?”