Monday, March 31, 2008


Sometimes you're speechless because you don't have anything to say, or you feel that what you have to say is somehow irrelevant or inadequate, or sometimes you are speechless because silence will say everything.

But right now, I'm speechless because I have so many things I'd like to say, and they're all piling up in the back of my throat and I simply can't speak. So, I will write about this past weekend later, once I've had time to "unpack" all my spiritual baggage.

"Let old wounds be reopened and exposed,
so that a new life and a new Resurrection may begin."


Sunday, March 23, 2008

....But Today Is Easter!

Christus Resurrexit!

Vere Resurrexit - Alleluia!

"The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too. "
- St. Theresa of Avila

Friday, March 21, 2008

Today is Good Friday

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour;
he has looked with favour on his lowly servant.
From this day all generations will call me blessed;
the Almighty has done great things for me and holy is his name.

He has mercy on those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm
and has scattered the proud in their conceit,
Casting down the mighty from their thrones
and lifting up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good thing
and sent the rich away empty.
He has come to the aid of his servant Israel,
to remember his promise of mercy,
The promise made to our ancestors,
to Abraham and his children for ever.
O my people, what have I done to you?
How have I hurt you? Answer me.

. . .

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


I can't believe this woman is a state legislator.

Don't have time to type out my thoughts at the moment (see the title!) but also check out here and here. Absolutely agreed.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Hosanna, And All That

Happy Palm Sunday and yadda yadda yadda. I'm grumpy because I've been sick for the past week, and therefore, today, missed Palm Sunday '08 forever. This is for any church-administration-types listening:

Do you want to know how to "get more young people in the church?"



Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Wage Peace

"Wage Peace"
by Judyth Hill

Wage Peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble.
Breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red-wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists
Breathe out sleeping children and fresh mown fields.

Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out life long relationships intact.

Wage peace with our listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.

Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothing pins, clean rivers.

Make soup.

Play music; learn the word "thank you" in 3 languages.

Learn to knit: make a hat.

Think of chaos as dancing raspberries.

Imagine grief
as the outbreak of beauty or gesture of fish.

Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.

Never has the word seemed so fresh and precious.

Have a cup of tea and rejoice.

Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

10 Things I Hate About Commandments

Oh man, this is a classic. Thanks to Bishop Alan for reminding me about it. Enjoy:

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

St. John's Bible

Today, I went with my mum to the Phoenix Art Museum to see the Illuminated Manuscripts exhibit.

If you live near Phoenix, or if this exhibit is coming to you soon, go go GO!! It was an amazing experience. Not only did they showcase ancient Christian and Jewish texts, but the featured St. John's Bible is the first handwritten and illustrated Bible in hundreds of years. It does a great job of connecting the ancient to the modern.

(The lineage of Jesus)

Life: The Living Icon

"Every day is a special day, every place is a special place as it is."
-Bernie Glassman

We have this notion that certain things, relics, people, places - are holy. Notre Dame, most would probably agree, is more sacred than the ladies' room of an interstate gas station.


If God is truly omnipresent, then isn't every place, as part of Creation, sacred in some way?

Wasn't God birthed into the world surrounded by dirty, smelly animals in a barn? Isn't that basically the biblical equivalent of a truck stop bathroom? To compare the two seems like borderline sacrilege. But scripture is full of God working in filthy, lowly, unworthy places, and through filthy, lowly, unworthy people. Even a toilet seat bears beneath its white, porcelain exterior the stamp of divine craftsmanship.

Contemplate that.

On the other hand, there exists a paradox. Some places are, in fact, more holy than others, because we, as communities, have channeled divine communion - the loving connection between two or more people - into them, consecrating them as sacred, as special.

When two people fall in love beneath a certain cherry tree, that tree becomes sacred for them. It absorbs and holds and protects the memory of that moment. In turn, it too gives something of itself to that memory.

A long time ago, there was a certain man condemned to die. At his final meal, he told his friends to hold and protect the memory of that moment. And so they did. And it was holy.

So, accept that there are moments of particular holiness, although everything is and has the potential to be holy. It'll drive you nuts.

We place icons of holy moments in our scared spaces, along with images of Jesus and the Saints and martyrs and angels...But when we're out in the world, who are the Saints and martyrs? Who is Jesus? Anyone. Everyone.

What would the world look like if we saw all moments as icons? All people as divine creations?

Every now and then, stop.
Look at your surroundings, the
people around you, and admire the work
of the artist.