You Lord are my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want. You lead me and refresh my soul. You guide me on my right path of goodness. I do not fear evil because you are with me and comfort me.
Continue reading “Week Nine: Turning to God. Knowing Love”As I walk the path of God’s love, I’m called not only to love God with all my heart and soul but to love my neighbor as myself. How well I love myself is a topic for another time. But if I love the way God calls me to love I am a light that shines through the darkness in others’ lives.
Continue reading “Week Nine: Turning to God. Love of Neighbor”Today is Ash Wednesday, where we enter into the desert of our souls to align ourselves with our suffering Lord in anticipation of the Resurrection. As we turn to God, we find our highest calling. As we follow our Lord’s example, one of the simplest rules we are to follow is the hardest to live at times: do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I have many opportunities to practice this throughout my day when I meet people who want my attention, face people with different opinions or even drive on the freeway.
We are called to be merciful.
Continue reading “Week Nine: Turning to God. Highest Calling”Nothing pleases God more than when we turn to Him, seek Him, and find Him throughout our day, especially when we turn our hearts to Him in adoration.
Continue reading “Week Nine: Turning to God. Adoration”Yesterday during my centering prayer time, I noticed how hard and but yet how easy it is to choose love. Centering prayer is a practice of silence and stillness inviting God into my heart, allowing Him to do whatever He wishes. My job is to be open and surrender. I give up my agenda of wants or requests. I push away monkey brain thoughts as they arise. I ultimately get into a space of being.
Continue reading “Week Nine: Turning to God. Choosing Love”As I turn toward God, I’m making a statement to the divine, to the world, and to my soul. I’m saying that I’m called to a higher purpose and meaning. I am called to love.
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Barbara Holmes begins her book Joy Unspeakable with this evocative poem, tracing the thread of creative expression from the birth of the universe through the Christian Desert Mothers and Fathers (who were dark-skinned, though they’re often portrayed as white), through slavery and the continued oppression of people of color. I invite you to read the poem aloud, perhaps a couple times, searching for and finding your own unspeakable joy.
Joy Unspeakable
is not silent,
it moans, hums, and bends
to the rhythm of a dancing universe.
It is a fractal of transcendent hope,
a hologram of God’s heart,
a black hole of unknowing.
For our free African ancestors,
joy unspeakable is drum talk
that invites the spirits
to dance with us,
and tell tall tales by the fire.
For the desert Mothers and Fathers,
joy unspeakable is respite
from the maddening crowds,
And freedom from
“church” as usual.
For enslaved Africans during the
Middle Passage,
joy unspeakable is the surprise
of living one more day,
and the freeing embrace of death
chosen and imposed.
For Africans in bondage
in the Americas,
joy unspeakable is that moment of
mystical encounter
when God tiptoes into the hush arbor,
testifies about Divine suffering,
and whispers in our ears,
“Don’t forget,
I taught you how to fly
on a wing and a prayer,
when you’re ready
let’s go!”
Joy Unspeakable is humming
“how I got over”
after swimming safely
to the other shore of a swollen Ohio river
when you know that you can’t swim.
It is the blessed assurance
that Canada is far,
but not that far.
For Africana members of the
“invisible institution,” the
emerging black church,
joy unspeakable is
practicing freedom
while chains still chafe,
singing deliverance
while Jim Crow stalks,
trusting God’s healing
and home remedies,
prayers, kerosene,
and cow patty tea.
For the tap dancing, boogie woogie,
rap/rock/blues griots
who also hear God,
joy unspeakable is
that space/time/joy continuum thing
that dares us to play and pray
in the interstices of life,
it is the belief that the phrase
“the art of living”
means exactly what it says.
Sunday – Dead or Alive. Have you ever thought about if you are living dead or alive?
Monday – All I Need. How often do I look at the changing world around me, allowing it to create dis-ease in my mind or stir up fear in my heart?
Tuesday – Awesomeness. How awesome God is it that Your reign and glory trump everything here in this crazy chaotic world.
Wednesday – Safe and secure. “My soul shall be filled as with a banquet; with joyful lips, my mouth shall praise you. For you have been my strength, in the shadow of your wings I rejoice. My soul clings fast to you; your right hand upholds me”. Psalm 63 Antiphonal
Thursday – Solid Foundation. How do I live in the solid foundation of joy?
Friday – Presence. And a voice came from heaven said, “This is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy.” Matthew 3:17
How many times do I make choices and assumptions based on my own design and flawed, limited perspective? I think I’m the one who needs to be doing something, not fully realizing that its not part of Your plan. As I grown in relationship with You, I hear and follow your promptings. You allow me to do things of Your will for the benefit of Your plan and to participate in Your grace. Oh, the joy my heart feels when I feel your presence and goodness in the divine flow.
Continue reading “Week Eight: Joy. Presence”How do I live in the solid foundation of joy? We’re promised that joy is one of the fruits of the Spirit, which means it’s a gift given to us—something supernaturally infused into our being. With that being said, I think that for many of us it resides deep down in the soul, not making the light of day. St. Teresa of Calcutta said that “joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.” So how do we grow in the virtue of joy? Lisa Brenninkmeyer states she has discovered three things that help her in this regard:
Continue reading “Week Eight: Joy. Solid Foundation”I want to savor Your presence, Your love and feel Your support and comfort. You hold me in Your right hand, and I am safe and secure. I am Yours, I am loved, I’m Your beloved. How a lover chases after her love – I seek to know You, rest with You, enjoy You, hold Your hand, praise You. I want to introduce You to everyone I know.
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Smitten With Goodness 