Tuesday, February 12, 2019

BE - Attitudes!

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The Commonsense Beatitudes

Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves; they will always have entertainment.


Blessed are those who can distinguish between a mountain and a molehill; they will save themselves a lot of trouble.

Blessed are those who can rest and sleep without looking for excuses; they will become wise.

Blessed are those who know how to be silent and listen; they will learn new things.

Blessed are those who are intelligent enough not to take themselves too seriously; they will be appreciated.

Blessed are you if you can look seriously at small things and peacefully at serious things; you will go far in life.

Blessed are you if you can admire a smile and forget a scowl; your path will be sunlit.

Blessed are you if you can interpret the attitudes of others with good will, even when appearances are to the contrary; you may seem naïve but that is the price of charity.

Blessed are those who think before acting and who laugh before thinking; they will avoid foolish mistakes.

Blessed are you if you know how to be silent and smile even when you are interrupted, contradicted or walked on; the gospel is beginning to take root in your heart.

Blessed are you especially if you know how to recognize the Lord in all those you meet; you have found the true light, true wisdom.

Fr. Joseph Folliet (author deceased ~ original source unknown)
https://www.delasalle.org.au/blog/the-contemporary-beatitudes

Witnesses of Light . . .



Blessed Are You Who Bear The Light
Whisper of Light
by Doris Klein, CSA
http://doriskleincsa.com/

Blessed are you
who bear the light
in unbearable times,
who testify
to its endurance
amid the unendurable,
who bear witness
to its persistence
when everything seems
in shadow
and grief.


Blessed are you
in whom
the light lives,
in whom
the brightness blazes ___
your heart
a chapel,
an altar where
in the deepest night
can be seen
the fire that
shines forth in you
in unaccountable faith,
in stubborn hope,
in love that illumines
every broken thing
it finds.


Author: Jan Richardson
From Circle of Grace/
 
http://www.janrichardson.com/index.htmlichardson.com
©Jan Richardson. janrichardson.com



Friday, February 8, 2019

Spirit Energy Needed . . .


Come, Holy Spirit ~
Replace the tension within me with a holy relaxation,
Replace the turbulence within me with a sacred calm,
Replace the anxiety within me with a quiet confidence,
Replace the fear within me with a strong faith,
Replace the bitterness within me with the sweetness of grace,
Replace the darkness within me with a gentle light,
Replace the coldness within me with a loving warmth,
Replace the night within me with Your day,
Replace the winter within me with Your spring,
Straighten my crookedness, fill my emptiness,
Dull the edge of my pride, sharpen the edge of my humility,
Light the fires of my love, quench within me the flames of envy,
Let me see myself as You see me, that I may see You                                    as You have promised ~
And be fortunate according to Your word, “Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.”                          
(Anonymous)


                                         

Thursday, February 7, 2019

A Cup of Kindness . . .and Hope!




O Divine One,
to You I raise my whole being,
~ a vessel emptied of self. 

Accept O gracious God,
this my emptiness, and                          
so fill me with Yourself ~

Your light,                                                                                    
Your love, Your life ~
that these Your precious gifts may radiate
through me and overflow the chalice
of my heart into the hearts of all those                                 
with whom I come in contact                                    
this day ~ revealing unto                                               
them the beauty of
Your joy
and
wholeness
and the
serenity
of Your peace,
which nothing can destroy.
An Ancient Sufi Prayer . . .

Thursday, January 31, 2019

A Presentation Feast Reflection . . .

 
 


This Saturday we celebrate the Feast of the Presentation, which is an ancient celebration that commemorates the purification of Mary and the presentation of Jesus in the temple; this occurred 40 days after his birth as prescribed by Jewish law. According to Mosaic Law, a mother who had given birth to a boy was considered “unclean” for seven days. According to Jewish law, the firstborn male child belonged to God, and the parents had to "buy him back" on the 40th day after his birth, by offering a sacrifice of "a pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons” in the temple. On that same day, the mother would be ritually purified. 

Luke tells us that Mary and Joseph’s sacrifice of a pair of doves or two young pigeons, shows that Mary and Joseph were very poor. Once in the temple, Jesus was "anointed" by the prayer of Simeon, in the presence of Anna the prophetess. Simeon, upon seeing the Messiah, gave thanks to the Lord, singing a hymn.

       “God, you can now release your servant, release me in peace as you promised. With my own eyes I have see your salvation, it is now out in the open for everyone to see. A God-revealing light to the non-Jewish nations, and the glory for your people Israel.”

Mary and Joseph were speechless with surprise at these words.  Simeon went on to bless them, and said to Mary his mother:
“This child marks both the failure and the recovery of many in Israel. A figure misunderstood and contradicted - the pain of a sword-thrust through you – But the rejection will force honesty, as God reveals who they really are.”  (From The Message)

Simeon thus foreshadowed the crucifixion and the sorrows of Mary at seeing the death of her Son.

My “poetic musings” on this feast:
Embracement
 
A presentation in the temple.  A mother purified according to the Law.  A child anointed, blessed, and praised.  A child cradled in the feeble arms of faithful Simeon. Simeon ~ one not to experience death until his eyes beheld his Savior. Yet within his embrace, he holds the one named - Amazing Counselor, Strong God, and Prince of Peace!           

Anna ~ Prophetess, temple-dweller, and widowed-worshiper gives praise and thanks with full voice for this child of redemption. She has fasted, prayed, and waited eagerly to be filled with the richness of this sacred moment.

Both old ones, fragile in age and sight, now experience crystal clear vision of the God-child – the awaited one who now rests upon their breasts; the child receives blessings, praise, and anointing in this ritual of purification.

A quiet knowing energy whispers through the hearts of these holy ones, for in a time yet to be, this child will one day be held in the arms of his grieving mother upon removal from his cross of contradiction.  He will be touched with fragrant oils of anointing once again as he is presented within his Passover tomb.  Within this temple of rock, he will be embraced by Mother Earth, clasped to her breast - only to enter the deep mystery of redemptive resting, waiting, readying to RISE with sun-energy!  Alleluia!

And so little child, grow in the wisdom of the Spirit, and in favor of God. Your time has come; your hour is now - for you will preach the Good News to the poor, announce pardon to prisoners, recovery of sight to the blind, set the burdened and battered free, and proclaim - THIS IS GOD’S YEAR TO ACT!

Child of Favor, O Child Anointed - Child Embraced – teach us to release all that is held captive and oppressed within our spirits; teach us to know and gently embrace the wisdom deep within our souls that will free us so that we, too, may proclaim Good News, be GOOD NEWS! Amen! Amen!
(previously posted)

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

An Ordinary Blessing for Ordinary Time ~

 + Blessing The Ordinary +

Let these words
lay themselves
like a blessing
upon your head,
your shoulders,


As if,
like hands,
they could pass on
to you what you most need
for this day,


as if they could
anoint you
not merely for
the path ahead


but for this
ordinary moment
that opens itself
to you - -


opens itself
like another hand
that unfurls itself,
that reaches out
to gather
these words
in the bowl
of its palm.


You may think
this blessing
lives within
these words,


but I tell you
it lives
in the reaching;


it lives
in the ache
where this blessing
begins;


it lives
in the hollow
made by the place
where the hands
of this blessing
meet.


From: Circle of Grace by Jan Richardson