I’ve prayed all my life, and yet, still, when someone asks me how to pray I’m struck dumb. As a chaplain, nowhere is my uncertainty around prayer more pronounced than in the trauma bay.
“Where do you see God’s love in all this anger?” “God’s not there. If God loves me when I behave badly, then I’ll never change.” But then I remembered loving my nephew in the midst of a tantrum. Could that apply to me?
This past week I fell down the comparison hole. Then Spirit reminded me that I need to be Mary and listen before I can be Martha.
Do you not know that you are God’s temple? And that God’s Spirit dwells in you? For God’s temple is holy and you are that temple. Corinthians 3:16-17 My heart sang as I read this passage during my prayers this week. How incredible is it that I am loved so very much that God’s Spirit …
The way to courageous surrender of Saints like Mother Mary, Francis of Assisi and Ignatius of Loyola is lots and lots of prayer.
How the pressure to have a perfect New Year’s day helped me identify that my sense of isolation is of my own making.
Celebrating Jesus’ birth just as the light starts getting a little longer each day seems like grace: a double reminder that hopeful change is afoot.
I’ve always described myself as “spiritual but not religious.” I’m finding, however, that grace and transformation is found somewhere in the middle.
You did what? It’s time to get past the taboos around vaginas so women can get the health care they really need.
On this Thanksgiving I am most grateful for this blog, the people who’ve helped me with it, and how it has helped me to be more fully me.
Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.