While I busy myself, beating at the wind, You, My Lord, are content with a Cross; hands bleeding and unbusy, nailed to Your Father’s Will, unresisting and uncomplaining.
Silence my hurried breathlessness. Be all stillness. I surrender all.
Category Archives: Defending Life
Rhythm of My Life
Thoughts from the Quiet:
If I can’t find my balance, Lord, at least help me set a rhythm to my life. Let me return to You each day as though I’d never been away. Flow in upon me, wash over me and carry away the debris of daily life. Flotsam and jetsam too much for me, float like foam upon your waves. My sands pristine and ready for tomorrow. With eyes of faith, I see Your footprints on the shore.
I wrote these lines this morning and just a bit ago thanks to the Anchoress found this from Zoe at InsideCatholic.com that goes beyond my thoughts.
From Flannery O’Connor’s letter to Alfred Corn on May 30, 1962:
Even in the life of a Christian, faith rises and falls like the tides of an invisible sea. It’s there, even when he can’t see it or feel it, if he wants it to be there. You realize, I think, that it is more valuable, more mysterious, altogether more immense than anything you can learn or decide upon in college. Learn what you can, but cultivate Christian scepticism. It will keep you free — not free to do anything you please, but free to be formed by something larger than your intellect or the intellects of those around you.
That Your Joy May Be Full!
Good Morning, Everyone! This is a good day, even particularly in a troubled world, to praise the Lord.
As the day begins, this antiphon from today’s Office of Readings sounds in God’s ear, rising from the lips of those praying around the world.
“Lord, You know the burden of my sorrow.”
God’s response is, “Ask that you may receive and your joy will be full.”
Prayer:
“Rise up Lord in defense of Your people. Do not hide Your Face from our
troubles.”
Wake Up and Pray
No one can stop you from praying; not the liberals, the progressives,as they call themselves, not the brights, no government demagogue or Board of Education. Wake up America! God is waiting for an honest conversation. Pray without ceasing…. and no less! Who will stop your inner dialogue? Who will monitor your thoughts? Who will censor your constant bombardment of the Divine with the entreaty that His Will be done?
Do it, America! Your life depends on it. Your children deserve it. For your own sake, your God demands it. God is not an afterthought, waiting for you to solve your problems. God is the prime-mover, the beginning and the end.
If my people, upon whom my name has been pronounced, humble themselves and pray, and seek my presence and turn from their evil ways, I will hear them from heaven and pardon their sins and revive their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14
Lion’s Roar:
This morning I’m thinking about the Church. I love Sundays. I hear the lion’s roar, “and then he cried out in a loud voice as a lion roars.”(Rev. 10:3) The lion thunders out, crying “full-throated and unsparing like a trumpet blast…” “When He roars his sons shall come…” (Hoses 11:10) On Sundays,with tremendous power, the Lion of the tribe of Judah summonses the gathering of the Church from all corners of the earth for a great feast. Even in Lent, the season of fasting, the Church prepares a banquet. The Lion, Himself, provides the meal, prepared Himself of Himself. It is here that the Lion becomes the Little Lamb that was slain, but now lives.
Unborn and Unwanted
In a universe replete with Space and Time and Bounty,
the Sign of the Times reads “No Room In The Inn.”
Conceived first in the Mind of God, and then in Mother’s womb.
There remains but little of Time for you.
Come home to My Arms, O Little One.
Outside of Time, in Mysterious Space,
My Angels will sing you a welcome.
Home, now, the Sonshine of Father’s Face.
Be Holy! 