The following poem touched me this season:
The gate is open
dare we enter
the snow looks heavy, deep,
the woods, dark, deeper still
the Star we’re told,
is somewhere beyond
on the other side of fear,
The gate is open
dare we enter
—-Sister Peronne Marie Thibert
Would not this world be a wonderful, awesome place,
if we made real the words of the Prophet Isaiah?
They shall beat their swords into ploughshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more...
Come let us walk in the light of our God!
Christ is risen. Alleluia!
Christ is risen, indeed. Alleluia, Alleluia!
May we move out of darkness and chaos
into the light and new life.
In joy and hope,
A Blessed Easter to all.
Allen and Sue is a novel-length story written in collaboration with my husband, John, as an extension of our ministry. It is our hope that this story will be of interest to those who have experienced PTSD, suffered domestic violence, struggled to find help in community, mistakenly believed that sex and salvation are incompatible, searched for the right neighborhood in which to raise children, or wondered where the Church was when you needed it. The story is also for those who would provide pastoral ministry to the wounded. Genesis teaches us that it is not good to be alone and that two will become one flesh. We believe that the message of Genesis applies to all of us, all of us; no one is excluded.
There is no fee for downloading or even printing the story, if you choose. Jesus sent his disciples out two by two with no money in their purse, so we ask for no payment. If you like the story pass it on. That is all the payment we need.
Read Allen and Sue
These weeks, days and hours
have been filled with xenophobia, hatred and violence.
Christ have mercy on us.
To God’s People at Tree of Life Synagogue,
and to the people of Pittsburgh,
We are with you in your pain.
Peace be with you.
May you be spiritually blessed during the Triduum:
Holy Thursday Eucharist, a day of remembrance, a meal of thanksgiving, and washing of the feet as symbol of service.
Good Friday, a day of sacrifice, of making holy; a cross, symbol of compassion and goodness, arms outstretched to embrace us all in God’s love.
Holy Saturday, welcoming people into the Body of Christ through the waters of baptism.
Easter Sunday, rejoicing in the Risen Christ. New Life!
Christ has risen. Christ has risen indeed. Alleluia! Alleluia!
May God shower many blessings upon you in the New Year 2018!
Come, Holy Spirit, breathe down upon our troubled world. Shake the tired foundations of our crumbling institutions. Break the rules that keep you out of all our sacred spaces, and from the dust and rubble, gather up the seedlings of a new creation.
Come, Holy Spirit, enflame once more the dying embers of our weariness. Shake us of our complacency. Whisper our names once more, and scatter your gifts of grace with wild abandon. Break open the prisons of our inner being, and let your raging justice be our sign of liberty.
Come, Holy Spirit, and lead us to places we would rather not go; expand the horizons of our limited imaginations. Awaken in our souls dangerous dreams for a new tomorrow, and rekindle in our hearts the fire of prophetic enthusiasm.
Come, Holy Spirit, whose justice outwits international conspiracy; whose light outshines spiritual bigotry, whose peace can overcome the destructive potential of warfare, whose promise invigorates our every effort to create a new heaven and a new earth, now and forever.
Credited to Diarmuid O’Murchu
It can create magic.
It empowers people.
It lightens spirits, calms the soul and generates love.
It is there when you need it.
It is selfless and it is joyful.
It knows no bounds and reaches to the edge of existence and life itself.
It is friendship.”
My friend’s daughter wrote this in memory of a life long friend. Anonymous
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and put a new and steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me away from your presence,
and do not take your holy spirit from me.