Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Photo: Hey

Prayer: "Untitled" Peter's Dreams

In Peter’s dreams
the cock still crowed.
He returned to Galilee
to throw nets into the sea
and watch them sink
like memories into darkness.
He did not curse the sun
that rolled down his back
or the wind that drove
the fish beyond his nets.
He only waited for the morning
when the shore mist would lift
and from his boat he would see him.
Then after a naked and impetuous swim
with the sea running from his eyes
he would find a cook with holes in his hands
stooped over dawn coals
who would give him the Kingdom of God
for breakfast.

Source: From “The Resurrection Prayers of Magdalen, Peter, and Two Youths” by John Shea, The Hour of the Unexpected

Monday, April 24, 2017

Photo: The three hands

Poem: “Thank God for ‘Doubting’ Thomas!” by Malcolm Guite

“We do not know … how can we know the way?”
Courageous master of the awkward question,
You spoke the words the others dared not say
And cut through their evasion and abstraction.

Oh, doubting Thomas, father of my faith,
You put your finger on the nub of things
We cannot love some disembodied wraith,
But flesh and blood must be our king of kings.

Your teaching is to touch, embrace, anoint,
Feel after Him and find Him in the flesh.
Because he loved your awkward counter-point
The Word has heard and granted you your wish.

Oh, place my hands with yours, help me divine
The wounded God whose wounds are healing mine.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Photo: St. Eric's Church

Poem: “Walking the Road to Emmaus” by Royston Allen

Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow.
Why these things had happened they did not know.
On their shoulders they bore grief’s heavy load
as they walked that long Emmaus Road.

A stranger joined them as they walked that way.
Slowed his pace to hear what they had to say.
Step by step He walked along with them there
and from the scriptures He began to share.

Grief-stricken and saddened they did not know
who it was that joined them walking so slow.
In fellowship sweet He expounded God’s word
and their hearts glowed at everything they heard.

From Moses through the Prophets He made
known of an open tomb and a heavenly throne.
They listened carefully while this Man talked
as together the Emmaus Road they walked.

“Did not the Christ have to suffer,” He said,
“and after to be raised up from the dead?”
As they approached the place where they were staying,
He acted as though He would not go in.

“The day is far spent, stay with us,” they said
and He entered their house and broke some bread.
At once their eyes were opened and they knew
it was Jesus, but He vanished from their view.

“Did not our heart burn within us,” they said
and up they got and off to Jerusalem sped.
Found the disciples and said, “It is true.
The Lord has risen and we’ve seen Him too.”

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Poem: “On Rolling Stones Away” By Macrina Wiederkehr

Where are my stones?
What are their names?
Would I know them if I met them face to face?
And if the empty tomb I stood in front of was me would I call it death?
Or would I call it resurrection?
My heart beats out the answer much clearer than I live it.
O, happy emptiness! It’s what I need a lot of to be full.
Rolling stones is what it’s all about but Resurrection is another name.
Be patient with each other’s stones (Ephesians 4:1-3).
Jesus was gentle with Thomas’ stone (John 20:24-29).
Peter had to roll away some stones in his life too (John 13:6-11).
The call continues.
We are called to help others experience Resurrection, to help them break
out of their tombs.
Of course, that means we’ll have to break forth from our own tombs
We’d look kind of silly preaching from the inside of our tombs, wouldn’t


Friday, April 21, 2017

Photo: Telling the Story

Spirituality: “A Meditation on John 20:13-16” by Maureen Gilmer

It is moving to think that the risen Christ was so like a gardener that Mary Magdalen did not recognize him at first. This event sanctifies gardening, for this calling was important enough for John to include it in his Gospel. Perhaps becoming a gardener satisfies us so deeply because it is a quasi-religious act. Unlike other hobbies that are strictly in the human realm, the cultivation of living plants becomes much more than mere science or aesthetics. It was no mistake that the early church fathers placed the Resurrection so close to the spring equinox, the time for sowing, when all plant life returns the countryside to green. Spring is also the greening of the gardener’s soul, for it is the coming forth of our whole passionate world of plants after the cold, dark, and seemingly endless winter.

When winter binds the earth with ice,
all the glory of the field perishes with its flowers.
But in the spring-time, when the Lord overcame Hell,
bright grass shoots up and buds come forth …
Gather these first-fruits and bear them to the churches
and wreath the altars.
(St. Hilary, Bishop of Poitiers)

Maureen Gilmer, God in the Garden: A Week-by-Week Journey Through the Christian Year, page 67.