Reflection for Lent: 2.22.12

02/22/2012

Reflection 1.28.12

01/28/2012

From chaos and emptiness,
From loneliness and lifelessness,
Come, Creator, Come.

From darkness and shapelessness,
From the abyss and awfulness,
Come, Creator, Come.

From fearfulness and hopelessness,
From weakness and dreadfulness,
Come, Creator, Come.

~Celtic Prayer


Reflection 1.26.12

01/26/2012

Nothing is more practical than
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.

~Attributed to Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ


Reflections for Martin Luther King Day 1.16.12

01/16/2012

Reflection 1.13.12

01/13/2012

Oh God, grant us a sense of your timing.
In this season of short days and long nights,
of grey and white and cold,
teach us the lessons of beginnings;
that such waitings and endings may be the starting place,
a planting of seeds which bring to birth what is ready to be born–
something right and just and different,
a new song, a deeper relationship, a fuller love–
in the fullness of your time.

O God, grant us the sense of your timing.

Ted Loder, Guerillas of Grace


Reflection for Baptism of Jesus 1.8.12

01/08/2012

… If I were to give a slide show of the next ten years, it would begin on the day I was baptized, one year after I got sober.  I called Reverend Noel at eight that morning and told him that I really didn’t think I was ready because I wasn’t good enough yet.  Also, I was insane.  My heart was good, but my insides had gone bad.  And he said, “You’re putting the cart before the horse.  So—honey?  Come on down.”  My family and all my closest friends came to church that day to watch as James dipped his hand into the font, bathed my forehead with cool water, and spoke the words of Langston Hughes:

Gather out of star-dust
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,

One handful of dream-dust
Not for sale.

~Anne Lamott, from Traveling Mercies


William Hemmerling: Baptism

 


A Christmas Reflection + Reflexión para Navidad

12/25/2011

A Christmas Eve Reflection 12.24.11

12/24/2011

When our tour bus entered Bethlehem it was the first time we saw “the Wall” (a.k.a. “security perimeter”) from the Palestinian side. The Israeli side of the Wall is clean, unmarked. The Palestinian side is a seemingly endless mural of “prison art.” I was too slow getting out the camera and missed taking photos of some of the more striking images: a weeping Statue of Liberty, holding a dead child (after Michelangelo’s Pieta); the desolate stumps of a clear cut forest; Alice about to step through an intriguing little door.

Bethlehem was in occupied territory at the time of Jesus’ birth, as well. Mary and Joseph were compelled to leave their home by order of the ruling powers, and after arriving in Bethlehem, forced to flee again in terror of violent government oppression. Today the Palestinian people, who were also compelled to flee their homes by an occupying military regime, still find their movements through the country controlled and curtailed by the Israeli government.

Our Palestinian guide was frequently tearful, describing what it’s like to live under foreign military rule. She told us of the humiliation and frustration she felt every time she had to pass through a security check point: an ordinary, unarmed woman routinely treated as a suspected terrorist.

I can’t imagine what that must be like, as someone who’s never lived in “occupied territory” … or have I? The Gospels of Matthew and Luke may emphasize the Roman occupation, but John highlights the spiritual occupation: that Jesus came into this world to overthrow its invisible, intangible ruler, the Prince of Darkness.

The question of whether Satan is a person, a principle, a force, etc. could be the subject of a separate post. That’s not important here. It is clear that we are living under the occupation of the powers of greed and reckless opportunism, exclusion and vanity, selfishness and deliberate ignorance–the powers of darkness and evil. And the birth of Jesus was the beginning of a resistance movement, called the Kingdom of God.

There’s this old comedy starring Danny Kaye, The Court Jester–it’s always been a favorite of my family. I think it must be spoofing the Scarlet Pimpernel or something, but part of the plot is that there is a false king on the throne, and the rebels who live in the woods are fighting to protect the true heir to the crown, still just a small infant. The movie pokes fun at the idea that a tiny baby could be considered “the king.” But that’s just what we say about Jesus at Christmastime.

The work of salvation began not on the cross but in Mary’s womb. Why? Because the Resistance is not about fighting with swords or machine guns or missiles–because the Almighty who strips completely, surrendering all power and authority to become a helpless, naked, and hungry infant is the true king and savior of this world. Because peace will not be purchased through war but will come to us only by the power of the vulnerable God, the weak God, the God of love.

At the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, where they say Jesus was born, the welcoming signs asks visitors to “Pray for the Freedom of Palestine.” Please do. Please pray for the freedom of Palestine, and for the freedom of the world.

~Virgiliana “Virgie” Pickering

Check out Virgie’s blog Earthenware Vessels


An Advent Reflection 12.23.11

12/23/2011

An Advent Reflection 12.22.11

12/22/2011

Christ climbed down
from His bare Tree
this year
and ran away to where
there were no rootless Christmas trees
hung with candycanes and breakable stars

Christ climbed down
from His bare Tree
this year
and softly stole away into
some anonymous Mary’s womb again
where in the darkest night
of everybody’s anonymous soul
He awaits again
an unimaginable
and impossibly
Immaculate Reconception
the very craziest of
Second Comings

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Christ climbed down (excerpt)


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