Wednesday, September 30, 2020

The Courage to Become Whole!

 


Blessing

What we choose changes us.

Who we love transforms us.

How we create remakes us.

Where we live reshapes us.    

So in all our choosing,

O God, make us wise;

in all our loving,

O Christ, make us bold;

in all our creating,

O Spirit, give us courage;

in all our living

may we become whole.


By Jan Richardson

 http://www.janrichardson.com/index.htmlichardson.com 


The Face of Magnanimity . . .

 

A Glass of Milk . . . 

Paid in Full

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.

He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.”

He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.”

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and humankind was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She began to read the following words:

“Paid in full with one glass of milk.

Signed, Dr. Howard Kelly.”

Author Unknown




Tuesday, September 22, 2020

How fascinating to be "autumnrifically happy"!!

 


Quotes of Autumn: 

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. ~Jim Bishop

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!   
~ Mehmet Murat ildan
In autumn, don't go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan

O' pumpkin pie, your time has come 'round again and I am autumnrifically happy! ~Terri Guillemets

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus


I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it. ~Lee Maynard

Autumn is the hush before winter. ~French Proverb


Marge Kloos, SC Preaches for the Twenty-Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Monday, September 21, 2020

Spirituality: E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

 


“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying." A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.” 




Thursday, September 17, 2020

In Praise of our Autumn God . . .


 


A Song of Praise to our Autumn God

O God of Autumn loveliness, we thank you for the many colors of our lives. We thank you for the rich hues of red, the promising hope of greens, the depth of the golds, and the well-worn browns.

We praise you for all of the life you have given us, the life we celebrate at this harvest time each year. Like the leaves of the trees, we ourselves have been blown around, toasted in the sun, and whipped by rain and storms. Yet, we stand as a testament to life well lived.

Your trees, O God, remind us of our letting go, our need to trust transformation so that new life can come. Yet, like them, we resist the tearing, wrenching, pulling, and tugging. We cling earnestly to our color and our home!

Release us, God of the Autumn, and free us so that the wind of your Spirit can fling us to the places we most need to go. Bury us deep in places where we will find warmth. Help us to find ourselves grounded in You.

As we look around in this harvest time, we celebrate the bounty all around us and deep within us.  May we be forever grateful for the plentitude!  May we be forever generous with all that is ours.  May we be forever willing to give of ourselves!

And as we journey towards this wintertime, help us to always carry the spirit of springtime deep within us as a sign of hope!  We believe, O God of Transformation, that all of life is your belief and hope in us!  Ready our hearts, steady our hearts that we can respond fully in faith and love!

(Author Unknown)





Embracing Autumn . . .

 


O God of Creation,                                                                         

you have blessed us with the changing of the seasons. 

As we embrace these autumn months,

May the earlier setting of the sun

Remind us to take time to rest. 

May the crunch of the leaves beneath our feet


Remind us of the brevity of this earthly life. 

May the steam of our breath in the cool air remind us that it is  you who give us your breath of life. 


May the scurrying of the squirrels and the migration of the birds
Remind us that you call us to follow your dream for us. 


We praise you for your goodness forever and ever.

 - Author Unknown





 

An Autumn Prayer . . .

 



In the Fading Summer Sun

In the fading of the summer sun,

the shortening of days, cooling breeze,

swallows' flight and moonlight rays

we see the Creator’s hand

In the browning of leaves once green,

morning mists, autumn chill,

fruit that falls frost's first kiss

we see the Creator’s hand

- Author Unknown




 

Monday, September 7, 2020

Call of Transformation . . .

 


It helps, now and then,
to step back and take the long view.
The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts;
it is beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime
only a tiny fraction
of the magnificent enterprise 
that is the Lord’s work.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted
knowing they hold future promise.
We lay foundations
that will need further development.
We provide yeast
that affects far beyond our capabilities…
We cannot do everything
and there is a sense of liberation
in realizing that.
This enables us to do something,
and to do it very, very well.

Oscar Romero

 


The Call . . .

 


 Maybe I’m not making big changes in the world, but if I have somehow helped or encouraged somebody along the journey then I’ve done what I’m called to do.  

Thea Bowman



 

God of Discernment . . .

 




God, help me today to realize that you will be speaking to me through the events of the day, through people, through things, and through all creation.  Give me ears, eyes, and a heart to perceive you, however veiled your presence may be.  Give me insight to see through the exterior things to the interior truth.  Give me your Spirit of discernment.  O God, you know how busy I must be this day.  If I forget you, do not forget me.  Amen.   

(Adapted from Jacob Astley quoted in   “Hearing with the Heart” by Debra K. Farrington)

Letting Go . . . Letting Be . . .

  


 “Letting Go Takes Love”
Author Unknown
 
To let go does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can’t do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off,
it’s the realization I can’t control another.

To let go is not to enable,
but allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
it’s to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.

To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.

To let go is not to be protective,
it’s to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more
and
To let go and to let God, is to find peace!
Remember: The time to love is short.
 

                                   


Sunday, September 6, 2020

Breathing a Blessing for Our World . . .

 


 
 A Blessing for Our World

• May the God of strength be with us; and may we be God’s strength to those in our world whose hands and hearts we hold.

• May the God of gentleness be with us; and may we be God’s tenderness to warm all who are hurt, alone, depressed, or in need of kindness.


• May the God of mercy be with us; and may we bring mercy, courage, and hope to those in our world who suffer from fear, lack of trust, or who have been hurt in any way.





• May the God of compassion be with us; and may we be God’s compassion to those who are weary, or in need of a listening heart. 


• May the God of patience be with us; may God’s patience be with us as we pray to stand with out-stretched arms, with an understanding heart - free of judgment -to receive those who are in need of our support.

• May the God of peace be with us; may God’s peace be with us as we pray for those in our world who are troubled, anxious, in doubt, and restless.  May God’s peace be a warm mantle of love to still their hearts. (Source Unknown)




 +Breathing in: Generous God  
Breathing out: Thank you

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Feast of Mother Teresa of Calcutta . . .

 



"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin."

 Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

[Reportedly inscribed on the wall of Mother Teresa's children's home in Calcutta, and attributed to her. However, an article in the New York Times has since reported (March 8, 2002) that the original version of this poem was written by Kent M. Keith.]

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Magnanimity ~ God's DNA!

 


I think we all have a selfish gene which rises to the top, sometimes. But then we're also all capable of a sudden magnanimity. Jim Broadbent 

The word that found me this week is MAGNANIMITY!  Webster defines it as: loftiness of spirit enabling one to bear trouble calmly, to disdain meanness and pettiness, and to display a noble generosity. Also, Dean Brackley, has a section on Magnanimity in his book on Discernment.  He writes:
“To put the matter positively: our fragile modern egos need what the ancients called magnanimity. The magnanimous person is, literally, a great souled individual and expansive spirit. With appropriate self-esteem and a realistic sense of their talents, great-hearted individuals think big. They refuse to bog down in trivia. Unperturbed by minor grievances, indifferent to the ‘trinkets’ of wealth and status, they are spontaneously generous, even prodigal, the opposite of the stingy, shrunken soul.” (Quoted in: The Call to Discernment in Troubled Times, by Dean Brackley)

I am beginning to become aware of the inner connection between our heart and hands. It seems that when my heart is released of fear, judgment, resentment, and all those other negative demons that can “constipate” my spirit, then my hands can open wider and wider to be generous with my time, talents, understanding, and gifts. Then I can be a tad bit magnanimous – a practice that God sends for me to transform into my authentic self!

I have experienced a number of “speed bumps” on my journey of life which have invited me to slow down and ponder a little longer, a little deeper, a little more attentively, and a little less fearfully the magnanimous moments in which I had the wonderful opportunity to meet and to share stories of great souled people with expansive spirits!

I’m sure you recall this quote: “Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” Flavia 

This quote came to mind when I once attended a wake service for a woman who died. Her life was celebrated by her husband, their five children, sixteen grandchildren, and throngs of friends. “She will long be remembered for her total and unwavering commitment to her family and in particular her 16 grandchildren. In addition, her Irish wit and general love of life along with her many dear friends are her true legacies.”  

Our line at the visitation moved at a snail’s pace. However, while in line, people “crossed over” to greet one another and shared stories of this terrific woman. When we finally arrived at the place where the family stood to welcome the visitors, each person was greeted with individual attention. However, I felt that I was receiving a blessing from them with each hug, smile, expression of gratitude, and handshake. This beautiful family thanked us for coming and for sharing in the life of their mother. She was truly a great souled and great-hearted individual. I left thinking that she and her family have left footprints on my heart, and I will never be the same because of this sacred moment of blessing.  Her DNA runs through their bones and blood as well, carrying into the future her Irish wit, love, and expansive spirit!

·                  When and where have you experienced MAGNANIMITY?

·                  What word is searching for you?


(previously posted)

The Invitation . . .

 

There was once a dark cave, deep down in the ground, underneath the earth and hidden away from view.  Because it was so deep in the earth, the light had never been there.  The cave had never seen light.  The word ‘light’ meant nothing to the cave, who couldn’t imagine what ‘light’ might be.   
Then one day, the sun sent an invitation to the cave, inviting it to come up and visit. When the cave came up to visit the sun it was amazed and delighted, because the cave had never seen light before, and it was dazzled by the wonder of the experience.
Feeling so grateful to the sun for inviting it to visit, the cave wanted to return the kindness, and so it invited the sun to come down to visit it sometime, because the sun had never seen darkness. 
So the day came, and the sun entered the cave, it looked around with great interest, wondering what ‘darkness’ would be like.  Then it became puzzled, and asked the cave, ‘Where is the darkness?’  (Source Unknown)

The Gift of the Present ~

 

 
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.


The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Author Unknown