For Anonymous, with love and pathos
by Heidi Shott After the bomb went off, we pulled our chairs in a circle and looked at one another in stunned silence. It was
by Heidi Shott After the bomb went off, we pulled our chairs in a circle and looked at one another in stunned silence. It was
“I have found and have known, by Your great mercy, that the love of a man’s heart that is abandoned and broken and poor is
But for me the experience was about working together in community. The fact that it was “for the church” was the bond: And in much of what we were doing here, we were learning how to be together, trying to be, truly the “church of Our Saviour” — which is also the name of our parish.
What might God tell each of us in the silence, that we’ve never heard before, because the noise of the familiar was too comforting?
God knows infinite things, all things, and heeds them all in particular. We cannot “do two things at once,” that is cannot give our full
“The horos–the standard or definition–of Christian life is ‘the imitation of Christ according to the extent [or ‘measure’] of His incarnation’ (Longer Rules XLIII). Basil
What we learned at that time was something we’re learning again: that ‘safety” is not something we can guarantee ourselves. We hadn’t really seen that as clearly before September 11, 2011 as we have seen it since
Once on Pentecost Sunday I received the Holy Spirit in such a manner that I understood all the will of Love in all, and all the modes of this will of the heavens and of heavenly things, and all the perfection of perfect justice, and all the shortcomings of the lost; and with regard to all, I saw the will in which they then were, either of truth or of falsehood.
I’m frustrated when my fellow theological liberals engage the literalist/fundamentalist dilemma with a blithe proclamation, “It’s all metaphor.” The things that matter most to me in life are themselves, real, immediate, compelling, and yet they point beyond themselves.
“Love and hatred are not merely subjective feelings, affecting the inward universe of those who experience them, but they are also objective forces, altering the world outside ourselves. By loving or hating another, I cause the other in some measure to become that which I see in him or her. Not for myself alone, but for the lives of all around me, my love is creative, just as my hatred is destructive.