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.
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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.
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
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.
Merit for the Unborn
They will never see the light of a birth day. Yet accomplishment will be theirs. Because God created them, because they exist, because they have mother and father, ancestors and life, because I want eternity as much for them as for myself, I pray God grant them merit and reward.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, through Whom and for Whom all things were created, I pray the blessings of mercy and forgiveness, redemption and conversion, be bequeathed to the lineage of the Little Ones soon to die; aborted, reduced, researched and materialized. Amen.
In the world to come, may you be thanked for the mercy that flowed in answer to this prayer straight from the throne of God to your fore-bearers countless in number. May you be embraced in eternity as you never were in life, save for the Heart of God.
Believe it!
Monsignor Raun, this morning:
We say, “We’ll believe it when we see it.” God says, “You’ll see it when you believe it!” He was speaking of conversions. The God who turned Saul into Paul is still in the business.
Be Holy! 