An Excerpt from Mark Nepo's Book, Things That Join the Sea and Sky
The train slammed into the station, injuring hundreds. The engineer was critically hurt. People toppled over each other, bouncing across seats and against windows. There was blood and glass everywhere. One woman shimmied her way to the platform when a part of the station ceiling fell, pinning her. She thought she would die. Then the hands of fellow passengers lifted her, one to another, and she was saved.
Approximately 20 years ago, I was in a Dollar store in South Haven, MI with a friend of mine. Inspired by a story I had recently read about a couple hiding an item in their home throughout their marriage just for fun, I decided to start the same tradition in our home.
(Nazareth, Michigan) The long-time friend of the Congregation of St. Joseph arrived early for their 10th Anniversary Celebration Liturgy in the sisters’ splendid Holy Family Chapel on Gull Road just east of Kalamazoo and took an end seat in what appeared to be an empty row.
The Rev. Beth A. McLaren
*In loving appreciation for Beth McLaren 9/14/56 - 1/20/19
A woman of wisdom, Beth was a friend and an inspiration to all of us at Transformations Spirituality Center - and so she remains.
I like words. I like to write. I like to talk. I make lists. I like the challenge of putting my experience into words; it is one of the ways I process life.
I also like to be quiet, to savor silence, to listen for the voice of God within, to reflect on some aspect of my life.
Christine Parks, CSJ
May is easily one of the most beautiful of the twelve months of the year. Everywhere you turn things are blooming, blossoming, greening and coming back to life—at least in this northern hemisphere. As the world around us comes back to life, so does the inner life of our spirits, and we can “see” that too if we pause a moment to contemplate the journey of this sacred season.
Rev, Mary Beth Sarhatt
Recently a friend and I were talking about how to stay sane in a world regularly tilting in very stressful directions. She reminded me of the gospel story where Jesus calmed the storm. Jesus said to the wind and waves, “Peace, be still.” The disciples were stunned he was so at ease in what they believed was a disaster waiting to happen.
Rev. Debbie Eisenbise
The days are getting longer. As we move through this bleak mid-winter, do we notice the movement of the earth toward light? In what is a season of depression for many, can we access hope?
This may seem like a paradox or an impossibility. And yet, it is in darkness that we experience light. We know that stars are in the sky in the daytime, just as they are at night, but we don’t see them. It takes the absence of the light of the sun for us to see the stars twinkling, and the darker the night, the brighter they shine.
Rev. Linda Cook MacDonald
You may read this post in the Transformations eNews long after all your Christmas activities have become memories. All your joys in loved ones, years, possibilities; all your sorrows for what has passed away, loved ones, years, possibilities. After anticipation, after the Holy Night, after all the 12 Days right up until the Yule Log is placed on the fire to warm January’s brittle cold with gold flames, there remain hope and memory.
by Charles McKelvy
by Charles McKelvy
When at Saint Dismas, do as the regulars do: kneel on the concrete floor.
That’s right--KNEEL ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!
As a first-time visitor to the parish church in the chapel of the Indiana State Prison at Michigan City named for the Good Thief, I was more than curious to see what posture the inmates and volunteer-visitors would assume for the Eucharistic Prayer. With no kneelers to serve them, I assumed they would remain standing.