Thursday, April 26, 2018

Return to the meadow and pray

When a friend visited you from a long distance, you took her to a wooded park and had a wonderful conversation looking over a meadow.

Weeks later you revisit the meadow and recall the meaningful experience of being together with your friend. The memory is so vivid it’s almost like reliving it. You feel a deep peace. 

That is prayer.

On occasion, I read a scripture, and I stop on a word. For whatever reason, it provokes thoughts and I cannot rush past, because if I do, I will miss radiant and transcendent beauty. 

I stop. 

When you read a scripture, and you meet your best friend Jesus there, revisit the meadow of inspiration.

Revisit the place where you had such joy together.

When a scripture passage comes alive to you, go back to it again and again for further consolations.

Friday, April 13, 2018

I held hands with the Lord

She was a Catholic nun who held my hands during prayer. 
They were strangers holding hands during the Our Father at Mass.
Take a moment and notice what your hands do today.
He was a homeless man who prayed with me on the street.

I was holding my own palm after reception of the Eucharist.

We hold Jesus in one another every day.


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