Posts Tagged ‘prayer’
Robert Cording, Simon Weil, and “Attention”
July 25, 2019
Decades ago, when I was being drawn from atheism through agnosticism toward Christianity, somehow Simone Weil’s writings came into my hands. Literally into my hands: so struck was I by her words that I copied pages and pages of them into my journal. Weil became my spiritual director. She led my spirit to eventually embrace…
Read MorePoetry Friday: “Lord of the hopeless also dear”
April 19, 2019
Lord of the hopeless also dear Hat-Soak Pole-in-the-Canal and Red-Tie Father Son And Holy Ghost not in that order break The rottenness of those who torture one Of Thy least wrath-deserving exiles me Not wholly undeserving no but some And isn’t it the some that counts with Thee O Gondola also as the trees pass…
Read MorePoetry Friday: “The Burned Butterfly”
October 5, 2018
My oldest daughter’s was gifted a butterfly garden for her 3rd birthday. We watched the six larvae plump up. Then each formed a chrysalis and after a few weeks all emerged as beautiful, painted lady butterflies. We fed them watermelon and pineapple and when the day came for release, I wasn’t sure my daughter would…
Read MoreHere Is Where We Wait
August 7, 2018
This summer, I climbed the rotting steps to the hayloft of my family’s barn to look for a plaque honoring the use of emergent DNA technology in solving the Brown’s Chicken Massacre case. The floor was soft, dipping a little as I walked, and I looked in slow motion through my great-aunt’s things: frosted glassware,…
Read MoreAbandoning Prayer
August 2, 2018
If you can keep your faith once you’ve stopped using prayer as an attempt to control the universe, I reckon your faith is real and can be trusted. I was on the plane to California the first time I recognized that my religiosity might be a form of superstition, and in that fashion, also a…
Read MoreWabi-Sabi: Living with Beauty and Ugliness
July 30, 2018
Yesterday, a man might have killed me. Both receptionists were away from the counter when I entered the waiting room for a physical therapy appointment. The waiting room, shared by several different offices, was lonely in mid-morning with only one man wearing all black and headphones sitting slightly hunched. I took a seat as far…
Read MoreMonasticism in Lockdown America: Part 4, Asceticism
June 7, 2018
Monks in the Orthodox tradition have long believed that God’s love is unchanging, constant, like the light of the sun. We do not need to appease a deity’s anger or perform well to turn the light of God’s affection and gaze upon us. It’s just there, divine mercy blazing away, pouring down all the time.…
Read MorePoetry Friday: “are you my god”
May 11, 2018
It has been years since I read the Narnia books, but the phrase I remember from them is “Aslan is not a tame lion.” Aslan, the books’ figure of Christ, can be tender and merciful; but the children learn that he can be wildly powerful as well. I recalled this while reading Richard Chess’s poem…
Read MoreThe Skirt of God
April 17, 2018
Dear Saint Francis, I imagined I saw you today out of the upstairs window. Your cowl had slipped off your head, and you were fighting uselessly with the wind to put it back up again. The recently fallen leaves around your feet likely understood the inevitability of your struggle. Your habit, patched and torn and…
Read MoreAdventures in Praying with Scripture
March 21, 2018
How did I first hear of lectio divina? It must have been from the monks at the Trappist Abbey near my home, who engage daily in this ancient practice of “holy reading”: the prayerful reading of Scripture, just a short passage at a time. This is my guess, because I at my second meeting with…
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