By Mark Nepo from Threeintentions.com
On a sunny day on a visit to Seattle, I woke heavy-hearted, as the clouds in my head made me feel cold. Susan said, “Let’s go for a walk.” We ambled down University Street toward the harbor. Crossing Third Ave, she spotted the top of an enormous Ferris wheel poking above the buildings blocks away and exclaimed, “C’mon! Let’s find it!”
He appeared while I was waiting for train number 509 to board. He was lanky and looking for money.
What a surprise considering I had just walked Chicago’s open-air beggars’ bazaar on Michigan Avenue.
Author: Doug Vardell, BCC, ACPE
A Haunting, 2009
What does it mean
When one haunts
“Don’t let me
The pink punk sings
Rev. Linda Cook MacDonald
Spring 2016! By the time you read these words, you may have planted tomatoes and peppers, mowed the lawn numerous times, watched bluebirds nesting in houses scattered around back yard edges. A bluebird is pure mystery, the sky come to earth.
Author: Rev. Debbie Eisenbise
T.S. Eliot in Four Quartets writes, “In my end is my beginning.” As we go on in life, we experience this again and again—life as both circle and line. Time is a spiral: the past, present and future move together. This is mirrored in the liturgical life of the church as feasts and fasts, holy days, and seasons move us through each year. Lent leads to Easter to Ascension to Pentecost to Ordinary Time to Advent to Christmas to Epiphany to Lent.
A poem by Mark Nepo, from his new book, Inside the Miracle: Enduring Suffering, Approaching Wholeness
I was surprised when John,
who helped save my life, came
down with liver cancer. He had
no interest in going through this
the way I did. He didn't want to
talk. He just stared at me for hours.
I so wanted to be there for him.
Author: Mary Beth Sarhatt
“From where will my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2
Perhaps you’re wondering where God is these days. In the community of Kalamazoo we’ve experienced the recent killing and wounding of innocent people. Nationally, we hear frightening political rhetoric. Many of us have concerns for ourselves and our loved ones.
Author: Christine Parks, CSJ
Author: Rev Debbie Eisenbise
At the New Year, I stop to consider my blessings. Sometimes, this is confined to wish-fulfillment. Faith tugs at me to look broader and deeper.
My husband recently commented on a neighbor’s gratitude saying, “She’s always so grateful and gracious. I think for her, everything’s a blessing.” Maybe it is our emptiness and openness that enable us to experience being blessed. If our hands are full and fists closed, we can’t receive what is being offered. We can only accept a gift, if our hands are open.
Author: Charles McKelvy
(Chicago, Illinois) Little did I know that our first concert of the 2015-2016 season—the Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s offering on Friday, November 13, 2015—would not only coincide with the deadly terrorist attacks in Paris, but that it would present a piece of music that would evoke such strong memories of my late mother,