Sunday, April 19, 2020 | Reflections
Imagine your bones imagining themselves. Imagine them imagining flesh and blood; praying for eyes and ears, lips and a tongue, a voice, a song. And a soul. Imagine your bones having a dream and then waking up alive in your skin and discovering, at that moment, that...
Saturday, April 18, 2020 | Reflections
My valleys of shadow recall nothing the darkness ever told me to believe. I have finally accepted the topography of my own soul, the beautiful meadows and rolling foothills of love and grace that Jesus shared. That is what I am doing on this morning, warming myself in...
Friday, April 17, 2020 | Reflections
Imagine Jesus coming to breakfast. A star falling through the roof and into your bowl of cereal, splattering milk on your face, and there among the cornflakes, waiting for your spoon, the kingdom of heaven comes near. Maybe you’ve been a fisher of men...
Thursday, April 16, 2020 | Reflections
From the Archives: November 4, 1941When our Lord came bringing redemption, he did not stop to count the cost. When this woman wanted to show her gratitude, nothing but the best would do. Onlookers called it extravagance, complained at the waste. Jesus said she was...
Wednesday, April 15, 2020 | Reflections
We are sitting on the sofa, speaking about Jesus, when suddenly our souls seem to be splashing with unaccountable joy. We can see no reason for this preposterous happiness, but you turn to me and say, “I feel a gentle wind touching me, playing a song of happiness.”...
Tuesday, April 14, 2020 | Reflections
Mary told us she’d seen the flowers of Golgotha. I desperately want to believe her. I miss my friend, my teacher. But unless I smell those flowers, until I see their colors with my own eyes and touch the blooms and petals with my own hands, how can I believe her?...
Monday, April 13, 2020 | Reflections
With God, we are like butterflies out of the cocoon, former caterpillars now spreading stained-glass wings, the pattern of God’s fingerprints dusted all over them. Our fragility becomes our strength because God restores our broken places. The Lord transforms our scars...
Sunday, April 12, 2020 | Message from Bishop Thompson, Reflections
“We are not alone. In the midst of our darkness, God knows our name and is calling us to remember this day of resurrection; this day of new life; this day of...
Sunday, April 12, 2020 | Reflections
I came here for the wilted husk of just one precious flower, but your voice miraculously bloomed by this tomb, calling me Mary, and you gave me the whole garden, instead. Every blossom and petal. The meaning of this moment stretches for all eternity. The...
Saturday, April 11, 2020 | Reflections
If I had been Judas, my soul would have spiraled in vertigo as I felt the coins in my hands. Wasn’t Jesus’ love enough to save the world? Didn’t the plowshare life promise greater triumph than all the weapons of war? Not zealous enough, Judas might ha….(View...
