Eucharistic Living
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moreSunday Worship
On Sunday, May 25 th, 2008“We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.” ~Jesus, Thou Joy of Loving Hearts, Bernard of Clairvaux (at Cyberhymnal) Thank you, Monica in Colorado, for sharing this worshipful hymn. Our voices quietly join yours.
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moreHow to Practice being Present to the Presence of God
On Thursday, May 22 nd, 2008(Part One: How (not) to Practice the Presence of God) The mill whirs down to quiet and I open up its basin to flour, measure out kernels powdered, still warm from the grinding. I scoop a tablespoon of yeast, granules falling, scattering across countertop. Running hand along flour dusted surface, I collect these seeds smaller than faith, look through corner kitchen window, this ...
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morePraying His Prayer
On Wednesday, May 21 st, 2008I lay in the dark fading away and, before feet find floor, pray first because there is no other way to really begin. An ancient prayer, the one He told us to pray: ‘Our Father who is in heaven, Ours… You are all of ours (whether we acknowledge our lineage or not.) You are who we all have in common. Our Father… we come to You, Abba Daddy, not ...
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moreThirsty for Thirst
On Tuesday, May 20 th, 2008That ball of flame rises and dries out these fields of dark earth. Little girl patters into coming light, chirping for water, water. I fill her cup, and a pitcher too for the tomato plants drooping from waiting pots in window sills. We break the nightly fast with granola, the nightly soul fast with morning readings in the book of John and these words: “After this, Jesus, ...
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moreStop Signs
On Monday, May 19 th, 2008I think it was because my window was rolled down a few inches that he bothered to yell at me. Otherwise, he may have just left it at that disgusted frown and shake of his head. But his driver’s window was cranked down too, us both looking for the relief of breezes from that sun blazing down. So when he turned north off the 4th line, down at Knapp’s corner, our dusty van bar...
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moreAssembly Praise…
On Friday, May 16 th, 2008In need of joy’s elixir? Take a moment and click through the Gratitude Community in the sidebar’s blogroll. You’ll be blessed. Nothing revives a heart like giving thanks. Just a wee glimpse of praises in the assembly: ~Kari splashes in joy with a photo blog of the 1000 gifts ~Meagan makes Dandelion Wine out of a late Monday morning and pancakes – yes! ...
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moreDandelion Wine
On Thursday, May 15 th, 2008First light flows across carpet lawn, golden water flooding. I stand where the kitchen’s two corner windows meet, and watch day rise. Soundlessly she comes across wheat’s emerald glades, sweeps up to island-house, settles in gilded glory. And I cringe. This day He sends forth, she finds no petal strewn path, no lawns impeccably manicured. No, in this place we fete each new ...
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moreThe Profession of a Christian
On Tuesday, May 13 th, 2008Wherever we work… in fields, in kitchens, in offices, in homes, in shops…. “Do not…forget God, but think on Him often, adore Him continually, live and die with Him; this is the glorious employment of a Christian. In a word, this is our profession; if we do not know it, we must learn it.” ~Brother Lawrence Today, Lord, help me le...
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moreGestation Days
On Monday, May 12 th, 2008I don’t remember how many times stainless needles poked about her blue veins in attempt to drain in another IV bag. You lose count in a storm of hyperemesis gravidarum that pounds relentlessly, leaving one limp and hanging over a toilet bowl. The days, weeks, months of wooziness, churning smells, swirling green nausea, it all eroded away at joy. But when a whisper of fing...
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moreOf Criticism’s Heat and Water Flowing Down
On Friday, May 09 th, 2008The criticism comes early in the day, burning. Apparently, I had botched it. Muddled it all. Truth for the speaker, a genuine experience that I needed to hear, attend to. Still, the words singed this heart. I let the words raze through the layers, smolder for hours, pieces of me blowing away, papery ash. It’s long and painful, this replay of searing words. The words keep rev...
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moreUprighting the Earth
On Thursday, May 08 th, 2008I’ve known she’s been dying for quiet some time and (dare I confess?) no remorse has gnawed away at these insides, no aching sadness slowly draining. Just a happy relief washes over me when I think of it. Frankly, she needed to go, her demise long overdue. Rest in peace, my Drama Queen. You who listened to the news and ranted and raved. You who dove into online theo...
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moreMixing in Thanks…
On Thursday, May 01 st, 2008“The great painter boasted that he mixed all his colours with brains, and the great saint may be said to mix all his thoughts with thanks. All goods look better when they look like gifts.” –G.K. Chesterton, St. Francis of Assisi And isn’t that what it all is? Gifts, good gifts, from His hand. I’m learning to mix my simple life with thanks. ...
