Gifts
I like to say that everyone has gifts, what are yours? …I think it is important also to realize that not everyone gets every spiritual gift.
I like to say that everyone has gifts, what are yours? …I think it is important also to realize that not everyone gets every spiritual gift.
How do we live rightly in a pluralistic world? Today’s New Testament readings raise old issues that are new every day.
I think about Cyril sometimes in light of what seems to happen every time we get a pile of Anglican bishops together worldwide and it seems some of them want to exclude others of them from the table, or when they start having notions that two X chromosomes make someone incapable of balancing a mitre on one’s noggin. Pretty soon, people start throwing the H word around–heresy.
We have a lot to thank Ireland for, including Patrick and Patrick’s Lorica, the Breastplate. Who needs green beer when they can have a daily dose of poetry, prayer and statement of faith, all in one shot?
I’m glad we have Psalm 88. I’m glad we read it out loud in public. There are times and conditions that we experience as unmitigated sadness. There are circumstances that are hopeless.
The heart of the matter is that all is gift–abundant mercy poured out in the gift of this particular Son, given in a world where sin and violence abound.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012 — — Week of 3 Lent Readings for the Daily Office (Book of Common Prayer, p. 955) Psalms 119:97-120 (morning) //
I’ve known people who have lost relationships, jobs and dreams only to find that their loss became the means for an experience of freedom that opened a door to unimagined new possibilities.
There’s something about that conviction that gives us a radical freedom. A freedom to be generous to those with whom we disagree. A freedom to be wrong and not obsess about it.
If I went to someone’s wedding or funeral that included a Eucharist, I marched right up and helped myself, when most people not from that particular faith tradition hugged their pews. I didn’t want a thing to do with church–but I still craved the Sacraments. I found ways to get myself fed without totally starving to death.