Seeking The Light

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  • There is not Much Light in a Rabbit Hole

    March 28, 2025. I have been in a rabbit whole since Wednesday.  The news has been impossible for me to ignore.  I have literally read or watched everything about the “Signal situation.”  I even stopped in the middle of the book Tears of Things by Richard Rohr and have not gotten back to it.   Why am I consumed with this current event?  I’m worried, fascinated, and at times,  gleeful as I see the blatant, undeniable mess into which the DT administration has sunk.   I recognize this morning, I am waiting for a resolution that makes sense.   Surely, there will be people fired. Surely there will be demonstrations.  Surely people will “wake up” and recognize the dangerous situation into which DT has put our country.    Ahhh, what?   And, if nothing “that makes sense” happens?  What then? 

    Yesterday, my daughter, Monica said she “gave up social media” for Lent.  Geez!  What a gift that sacrifice will be for her.  I, on the other hand have allowed myself to be “sucked in” again.  I don’t believe there is anything inherently wrong with following the news.  What has happened though, is every time I get online, whether on my computer, tablet or phone, I click on the “teaser” ad, about the Signal situation.  I am hooked.  It truly has a quality of addiction as I scroll from article/clip to article/clip. I’ve wasted hours in reading and listening.  This time has not contributed to any solution.  This time spent has only created in me anxiousness, fear and perverse glee. The fruit of this time wasted is NOT positive, leading me to a dark place.   Rather than compassion, I am feeling vindication that now it’s obvious what fools they are.  What help is this to today’s world?  But I can’t easily stop!

    The part of my life which requires electronic presence is trip-wired to cause me to tumble down the social-media rabbit hole.    To stop the scramble from news clip to news clip, I have to purposefully divert around the trip wires.  Today, I literally, can’t look at the “subject line” of my emails or I get sucked in.  I can’t look at my Facebook feed, but just go to the piece I am looking for.   I can’t read the “pop ups” on my computer screen; instead, I click the “X” and avert my eyes from the content clip.  I can’t look at Chrome’s content when I try to google a topic.    

    Today, from the scripture readings, my perseverative worry is STOPPED by

    Psalm 81

    I am the Lord your God: hear my voice.
    An unfamiliar speech I hear:
    “I relieved his shoulder of the burden;
    his hands were freed from the basket.
    In distress you called, and I rescued you.

    When I am stuck in the media rabbit hole, I have no ability to hear God’s voice.  His voice is “unfamiliar” because I can only hear the echoing voice in my social media rabbit hole. And that rabbit holes voice causes me anxiousness and immobility.  Today, when I pause in quiet and hear “I relieved her shoulder of the burden; her hands were freed from the basket.  In distress you called, and I rescued you”.  I don’t feel anxiousness.  I don’t feel stuck in chaos, hate, disfunction.  I feel calmed, cared for, and loved.    I’m no longer in the dark.

    Lord Jesus, you are my rock of calm in this world of worry, chaos, temptation, hate and pain.  I am weak and on a daily basis do the things that make it nearly impossible to hear your voice.  When I stop and listen, you reassure me of your love and help.  Thank you for this care and love.  Help me be diligent in limiting my daily news intake.  Help me hear your voice so that I can know your love and be your love to others in this sad, weary and dark world. 

    I’m finding that my writing helps me sort what is happening in the world and by your grace, is helping me come back to center in you. I find I can articulate better what my purpose in life is when I write.  My purpose being daily coming back to you, my Rock.  It’s the only thing that keeps me from being tossed about in this troubled world. 

    I don’t know why I feel it’s important to put this “out there” in the blogging world?  I could be, and likely am, on some level, just satisfying my ego.  I hope though, in addition, my struggles and thoughts will help someone else; Will bring some of your grace to someone who struggles with what is happening in our world today.

  • Because of Your loving presence

    Today’s reading: Matthew 7:7-12

    Jesus said “Ask and it will be given you, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open to you.”

    Today, I am remembering the dream. You at my back and leaning forward on my left to gently kiss my cheek. I pulled away. You remain there.

    This day begins, I ask you remain with me today… and as saying this, after 60 some years, am finally getting it….you remain with me always.

    This day begins and I seek your face….that is a fearful thing, and yet I have your strength to depend on. (Fearful because some of your beings are not so pleasant to behold or easy to be with).

    This day begins and I pray I gently knock at someone’s door and be your presence for that person today.

  • To You I Lift my Soul

    The readings today are  Jonah 3:1-10 , Psalm 51 and Luke 11:29-32. The theme of the readings is harsh. I’m not drawn to them. A city awash in sin behaviors, hears Jonah’s message and everyone from king to servant repents, and God’s relents. Jesus says “”This generation is an evil generation; it seeks a sign, but no sign will be given it, except the sign of Jonah.” I don’t like this verse. It’s so stark. “This generation is an evil generation”. Jesus, is being so blunt. Why? I am sitting her 2000+ years away and it’s like whiplash “Wait, What?” If someone said that today, so bluntly…I would likely write him off.

    And yet, I know the society I live in is not perfect. There is greed, deceitfulness, self-serving actions/agencies/people, apathy toward pain, hunger and suffering, very rich and very poor, inequality….the list goes on. More importantly, I know that I am not perfect. I incorporate into my daily life many of societies abnormal norms. Most, without acknowledgement but as a “right” of being an upper class American.

    Jesus says “this is an evil generation”. When I let myself hear it, my response is shame. Appropriate. I rarely get to the next response, though. I think about “giving to the poor or the food shelf”. Then, life’s responsibilities fill in my mind and the response is muted. Action is needed, but my will to do it is weak. Some other response is needed.

    David wrote this deeply personal psalm (51)

    Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness;
    in the greatness of your compassion wipe out my offense.
    Thoroughly wash me from my guilt
    and of my sin cleanse me.

    A clean heart create for me, O God,
    and a steadfast spirit renew within me.
    Cast me not out from your presence,
    and your Holy Spirit take not from me

    Did David experience this inconsistency of heart and spirit? He sounds as if he believes, that even though his response to God is weak , God’s love for him is goodness, is greatness, is compassion, is cleansing, is steadfast. How else could he ask for these things?

    Jesus says to the people in the reading above:
    “and there is something greater than Jonah here.”

    Jesus, I believe your presence in my life has more power and influence even than the words of Jonah (which changed the behavior of an entire city of people ). It’s like you’re saying to me “Wake up! and after you recognize what is happening around you and within you, hold fast to me….I will see your through…I am greater than the evil within and without you”.

    OK, I’ll take that. Help me hold fast to you, seek your face every day and have the fortitude to be the action you need in the world today. During this Lent want to turn toward you.

    I am listening to this beautiful prayerful song from Hope Publishing by Hannibal, as a way to sit in God’s presence, in His mercy and in the warmth of His light.

    To you, Lord, I Iift my soul, Lord I place you in control. Those who wait upon you will be blessed. Show me, Lord, which path to take, guide me in each choice I make. I am yours and I long for you each day, comfort me I pray. Lord, my heart I give to you, with my hands lift praise to you. Guide my feet to follow in your ways. God will pardon every sin, make me pure and whole again, in my soul residing day and night, warming me with holy light. Bring me out of my distress, guard my soul and deliver me. Heal my brokenness, bring me peace and rest. I wait upon you, Lord.

  • Finding Hope in Despair: A Personal Reflection

    WHY DO YOU CARE?

    March 5, Wednesday 2025

    Today’s reading include Joel 2:

    Even now, says the LORD,
    return to me with your whole heart,
    with fasting, and weeping, and mourning;
    Rend your hearts, not your garments,
    and return to the LORD, your God.
    For gracious and merciful is he,
    slow to anger, rich in kindness,
    and relenting in punishment.

    And psalm 51: Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness;
    in the greatness of your compassion wipe out my offense.
    Thoroughly wash me from my guilt
    and of my sin cleanse me.
    R. Be merciful, O Lord, for we have sinned.
    For I acknowledge my offense,
    and my sin is before me always:
    “Against you only have I sinned,
    and done what is evil in your sight.”

    So, I read these. I think about my life, who I am in this world, who I am in the eyes of God. I read Richard Rohr’s meditation today and the poem by

    The Palestinian poet Mosab Abu Toha expresses the devastation of grief and the longing for peace:  

    I wish I could wake up and find the electricity on all day long.  
    I wish I could hear the birds sing again, no shooting and no  
         buzzing drones.  
    I wish my desk would call me to hold my pen and write again,  
      or at least plow through a novel, revisit a poem, or read a play.  
    All around me are nothing  
    but silent walls  
    and people sobbing 
    without sound. [1]

    I think of (and see in my mind) the revolting scene in the White House, where the man who is suppose to be our leader (and God help us-is) showed pettiness, lack of self control, vindictiveness, ugliness of spirit. Not only him but several others; one who looked gleeful at the outcome of the meeting. I saw some sit on the couch with obvious distress (hopefully embarrassment) and say nothing in support of the Ukrainian president.

    Why, Lord? Why would you continue to care about us? Our fickle, petty, vindictive side, cruel and evil side are so present in the world and have been for millennia. Why do you care anymore about us? Where do you get the compassion, the forgiveness, the hope for and in us?

    What do you need me to do? What do I say? What do I do? I ask, but hope you don’t ask anything hard. Such is my heart. Forgive me, let my ears, eyes and heart be open to the needs you show.

    How many times do I have to fall into despair? How many times will you be there to whisper and say “I am here…I love you…all will be well…hear my words, listen to my commands, see my kingdom and people around you.” Lord, I need to hear that daily. I need to be reoriented to you daily. Is there an action that I can do daily that will center me in you?

    Rejoicing hardly feels appropriate these days. There is too much sadness, too much disappointment, too much pain, too much evil.

  • A Day of Peace

    Readings for today: Mark 8: 27-33. “Who do you say that I am?” Peter says “The Christ”.  Then Jesus began telling them about His suffering to come.  Peter could not understand.

    It’s an ordinary, yet beautiful day.  Clouds covered the sun rise just until the sun peeked over the hills and trees.  Then, wispy white clouds were distinct in front of a pale blue sky as yellow beams shown over the trees.   

    Today, I am at peace Lord.  I purposely, did not read or listen to any DT news, yesterday.  I enjoyed my tasks of the day. Enjoyed my evening with Jim. Went to bed early. 

    Today, it feels like a day where the pages of the journal are blank and I get to write on them.  Vivi (2-year-old grandchild) will be over soon.  I look forward to experiencing her enthusiasm of life, expressed by her RUNNING to and from all her activities and her huge smile. 

    In my small vision of faith, I choose today to say with Peter “You are the Christ”.  I, like him, don’t understand the whole of what that means.  I do know your presence in my life; your healing and life-giving touch.  I live within the beauty of your creation: the snow and rain, the sunrises and rainbows, the flowers and trees, the turkeys and the deer.   Thank you for all of that.  I will try to live today in thanks (praise) for all your gifts.  You shower me in blessings.  Show me where you need me to be you in the world. 

  • What was your Grandmother’s name?   Where do you come from?      

    February 19, 2025 

    The readings today:    Jesus takes the blind man aside.   Smears mud over his eyes and the man’s vision begins to recover.  Then he uses hands again over his eyes and the man’s vision is totally restored.  Mark 8:22-26. 

    Center for Action and Contemplation reading:  What is your grandmother’s name, where do you come from?

    When I think of my personal history I am flooded with uncomfortable remembrances. 

    • Being 18 years old and feeling totally alone in the world.  I actually told a boy I was dating, that a person is alone in the world.  I remember feeling like it was all up to me to figure things out.  A sense that no one cared or could help a person through life.   I was surprised at how shocked he was with my thoughts.
    • Being 15 years old and trying to pull off a High-school event, planned entirely by myself.  I was the VP of the sophomore class and I was supposed to plan a scavenger hunt that sophomore students did with freshman at Como Park.   At the time, I thought it was normal to plan it all by myself.   When it floundered, I totally lost confidence in myself. 
    • Wanting to be a “leader” at 15, in my sophomore year.  I had run for class vice-president.  I had no group that I felt I really belonged to, no friend I shared my feeling with, no idea that this was not normal if I wanted to be a leader. 
    • Earlier as a pre-teen/teen, babysitting and recognizing that I really didn’t connect with the kids.  I was there for the money and for “treats” left for me.  Recognized, there was a feeling of “not caring” about the kids, although I kept them safe.   
    • Even earlier (early grade school), I remember, that I had to be a “good girl”.   I had to say please and thank you or I wasn’t a good girl.
    • I remember, although, mom showed signs of care when I was very young, she did not cuddle or hug me as I got older.   She never listened to what I said.  I learned early,  not to try to verbally express myself, as she would talk over me or not respond to what I said.  I felt my words had no value.   (In defense of my mother, I recognize now that her love language was her commitment to feeding, clothing and housing me. And that is not nothing). 

    These are my early remembrances and they set me up for a time in college and young adulthood, where I went through the motions of belonging to groups, but always felt separate, sad, unsure, and lost.  I had no one to talk to about my observations, fears, and feeling then.   I didn’t even think that my feelings were important.  What was important was getting good grade, doing the “right thing”.  Those things would make my life ok.  They didn’t.

    I remember clinging to “church” and youth groups in my late high-school and during my college years.    I liked the energy, the message, the fake feeling of belonging at least when I was at the groups.  I think staying close to the church, receiving communion, going through ritual, trying to pray, talking about “godly” things, kept me safe from worse things.  But, the demons of self-doubt, self-recrimination and utter lack of self-confidence had free reign for quite a while and robbed me of any joy.   At one point in early adult years, I remember seeing the saying “An indelible sign of God’s presence is Joy”.   I remember thinking, “What is joy?”   I didn’t know what joy was; I could not remember experiencing the thing called “joy”.   

    The recognition that a lack of joy in my life was a sign I was injured, that I needed healing, was gradual.  The initial healing was dramatic and the full healing continues over my entire life.  It’s been like the blind man’s sight gradually being restored as told by Mark 8.   My healing story is for another day, I think.

    Jesus, I feel like you are calling me to a different way of living now, again.  Today, there is a reason, I need to remember this painful history, even if I can’t see it.    Help me to stay close to you, to not be fearful or distracted by world events.  I want to see you more clearly.  I want to follow you and be your hands in this world.  I recognize that I still feel a lack of belonging, holding myself back from being close to others, to being a full part of groups.  But that scar-ed part of me does not define my being in the world anymore.  I chose today, instead, to concentrate on the gift of faith in you, the gifts of joy in my life.  Today, I specifically think of the gift of Jim, my husband.  He helps to keep me grounded in you.  Jim and I see things so differently, yet, I feel loved in his presence.   I respect and appreciate his perspective, fortitude and generosity.  He is a Sign of your light today in my life.

  • Drowning in chaos

    February 18, 2025

    Drowning in the chaos

    Yesterday, I chose to hide in movies by the end of the day. In an alternate world. I escaped.  I was bombarded with DT news yesterday.  Even hearing one, I suppose, well-meaning, young 23 yr old Republican saying (paraphrased) that “Everyone wants what DT is doing”.  And, only a few hundred demonstrated at our MN capitol today.  I heard a clip of a,  I suppose well-meaning, older lady expressing very unclear reasons why she was demonstrating against DT.  I find myself reading Panama’s and Ukraine’s and Europe’s responses to DT proposals and siding with them. I feel as if I am living in country in which I don’t identify.   He’s NOT my president.   THIS OVERWHELMS me and I have to LEAVE IT sometimes.  I have a sense of dread and fear that bad things are going to happen.

    On the other hand, my morning scripture readings and CAC meditations are emphasizing to me, how important changing myself is. How important it is to live in the world I am in.  With all my faults, with all the imperfections of others and society as a whole.  Without recognizing this, there is no need for my relationship with you.  Turning my inner and outer self to dwell in Him.  Not to dwell in the dim light of the world.  Forgiveness of “my enemies”.  Praying the Our Father.

    A dream I had last night was very emotional.  A man (DT?)  walked into my house.  I turned my back on him.  He tried to schmooze me, literally gently he leaned forward on my left from the back and tried to kiss my cheek.  I told him to “LEAVE me alone”.   I expressed anger at him.  I did not want him near me.  Then I said to him “I’ll get over the anger, but not now…”.   Why did I say that?  Who was this.  In the dream I really felt it was DT.  In reflection, I usually find I have to turn my dreams on end to understand them.  So was the man you, Jesus?   Am I to see you in all people, even in DT.     Am I really to pray for him.  He who will likely “blow up” some part of the world.  He who welcomes evil philosophies and appears to be an egomaniac showing no compassion.  How?  Is anyone else?  What will it matter?  Should I reach out to Maryann Budde? Is there someone in my little communities that I could pray with?  When? Where?    Show me Lord. 

    Today’s reading in Mark, you say to your disciples, ” Watch out, guard against the leaven of the Pharisees and the leaven of Herod”.  Then you say to the disciples “Do you still not understand?”   I wonder if you were saying, pay attention to what I can do.” I feed the 5 thousand with 5 loaves, and the four thousand with 7 loaves.”    “Why waste your time with attention and worry of the powerful?  Set your eyes on me, tune your ears to my voice, soften your heart to my people. I will walk into your house of chaos, your house of dread, your house of anger and gently be with you, even if you say “leave me”, I am there.  I give you the gift of feeling my loving presence.”

    Light of the world, I pray this morning as your sun comes over the hills and shines through the tree tops into my front window: “The voice of the Lord is over the waters, the LORD, over vast waters.  The voice of the LORD is mighty; the voice of the LORD is majestic.  The Lord will bless his people with peace.”  Ps 29.     Thank you for your presence in my life even though I often just turn my back to you and become overwhelmed in the flood of chaos.  Help me to remember your loving presence today. 

  • Seeking the Light: Inspiration

    January 31, 2025

    The last two days, the self-doubt demon has got me by the tail again.  My thoughts sound like this “Why write down my feelings and thoughts? Who wants to hear what I think?  What difference will it make?  I am not new to writing a “journal”, I have years of pages.  I have stopped writing for extended periods before for a variety of reasons, I’ll likely stop again.”  These thoughts are hard to shake. 

    Here are some reasons that I chose to write my thoughts, especially during and after prayer time.  When I pray and write I feel God’s word more deeply, I focus and pray better, I can find peace and joy in small things.  When I pray and write since January 20, I feel more connected to God’s reign and less adrift in chaos.  Re-reading the post on January 26, I am struck that it was only 4 days, from my post about day-light overcoming dim-light.  And, by January 26 I was adrift in chaos and fear, until I re-oriented with the bible readings of the day. I lose focus, I lose touch with memory, I get distracted way too easily.  I’ve learned this lesson before, and yet stopped the writing before.   One example was during the Pandemia.  I remember the fear of an unknown like no other. I prayed and wrote then,  and I eventually stopped writing again.

    I’m choosing to keep my inner self (my soul) oriented on the Light of Jesus Christ, on His healing.  I believe that this orientation toward Him, is a NEED, not just a desire a want.  It’s always been a need.  These TROUBLED times emphasis to me again, it’s a need.  Jesus, send me the Grace to keep focused in you.     

    Choosing to see  signs of Light in the world. 

    The joy and the full body involvement in life that Vivi Lou has in everything she does.  My granddaughter is 27 months old and life is clearly a gift she is enjoying. 

    Becky Schuller’s newspaper column in the Pine City Pioneer (Minnesota) January 23, 2025:  “I imagine that there are amazing neighborhoods (with amazing neighbors) through out Pine City where kindness is a common occurrence. Yet in a world obsessed with social media, kindness doesn’t seem to make the news any longer, and the negativity is always getting the spotlight.  As I embark into the new year at the Chamber office, I’ve set a goal to focus on the positive things in our community and shine a light on all of the good things that are happening here.”

    February 7, 20205

    https://www.facebook.com/share/v/12EVdHJUzd2

    From CAC (Center for Action and Contemplation): The prophets continue to invite us into this fearless commitment to the values of liberation, love, and justice. The prophet knows their calling is not tidy, pretty, or neat. It is a trudge through the mud of life alongside the few who believe in the same values and hold the same commitments.   
    —Cassidy Hall, Author and podcaster Cassidy Hall 

    I hope that you can watch the above video. See the joy in Laura’s call as she works to create a welcoming space in this small area in St Louis. There are angels amongst us!

    Let brotherly love continue.
    Do not neglect hospitality,
    for through it some have unknowingly entertained angels….for he has said, I will never forsake you or abandon you.     Hebrews 13: 1 & 5

  • Seeking the Light: Remember

    Rejoicing, huh?

    January 26, 2025

    …For rejoicing in the LORD must be your strength!  Nehemiah 8:10

    This past week, I have allowed myself to get sucked into the disfunction, chaos and disturbing proclamations from DT.  My email feed, has more DT “Breaking news” this week than almost anything else.  The first few words, drag me into the morass that his words and actions so often fling me.  Even listening to MPR (Public radio) is treacherous if I’m trying to avoid news generated by his spinners.  A useful thing I heard though, was that he intentionally saturated “the bandwidth” with presidential proclamations and other ideas to scatter focus.  Those who disagree with any of his actions don’t know where to concentrate first.   Well, dang, I think he has been probably effective in that. 

    I want NOT to have this narcissist and his actions be the fearful content of my day.  The past week, feels like it’s been “forever” since he was sworn in.  As of 12:31 pm today, it hasn’t even been 7 full days yet.  How will I get through the next years in a hopeful, joyful, fruitful way?  How do I stay informed without getting riled up every time I listen or read the news? 

    Today bible readings for Catholic mass included the above quote.  “Rejoicing in the Lord must be your strength.” The phrase immediately jumped out. If I want strength through this long dimly-lit culture of the next 4 years, I need to Rejoice.  Huh?   What is there to rejoice in?  There is too much gloom generated, spoken, and done that is flooding into my world.  When and how do I find the stuff that causes rejoicing?

    The setting of the quote from Nehemiah and the gospel today from Luke have shed some LIGHT on this.  Our parish deacon pointed out that the Jewish people where listening to the “Torah” standing for most of the day before they laid on the ground crying.  They had been 70 years in exile and this was the first time together as a people they heard the Torah proclaimed.  They were overwhelmed.  Then Nehemiah, Ezra and the Levites said….”“Go, eat rich foods and drink sweet drinks, and allot portions to those who had nothing prepared; for today is holy to our LORD. Do not be saddened this day, for rejoicing in the LORD is your strength!”  Hmmmm.

    In Luke’s gospel.  Jesus reads the scroll from Isaiah.  “He unrolled the scroll and found the passage where it was written: The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor.  He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, and to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord.  Rolling up the scroll, he handed it back to the attendant and sat down, and the eyes of all in the synagogue looked intently at him. He said to them,  “Today this Scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing.””    Or, translated by me he said:  “I am in the world and all these GOOD things are in the world.  This is the time of my reign.”   He didn’t say some time in the future is my reign.  He said now, his historic time, even though there were lots of evil, bad, unjust, terrible things going on. He says (my take on his words)  “Look at all the things of worth and frankly miraculous that are going on, you can see glad tidings now, you can rejoice now”.    

    As a follower of Jesus, I believe his reign is NOW too.  His presence is here today, not just 2000 years ago.  Why am I letting myself be overwhelmed with the current day evil?  Why aren’t I looking at and for the “miraculous” now and seeing the “glad tidings” now and “rejoicing” now? 

    Lord, Light in my life, help me remember your presence now in the world.  Help me do this every day. Then, teach me to rejoice and live in your strength.

    Ah! Pope Francis asks us to remember

    January 27, 2025

    From Pope Francis Homily, on the 6th Sunday of Ordinary Time.    “The Lord has not spoken to us as silent listeners, but as His witnesses, called to evangelize at all times and in every place,” he said. “Let us commit ourselves to bringing the good news to the poor, proclaiming release to captives and recovery of sight to the blind, letting the oppressed go free and announcing the year of the Lord’s favour.”  from Vatican News   

    Our spiritual leader, a Light in this world, calling us to be this light for others in this world, in this time. 

    Remember: my healing

    January 29, 2025

    A leper came to him begging…, “If you choose, you can make me clean.” Moved with pity, Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him and said to him, “I do choose. Be made clean!” —Mark 1:40–41   

    From the reflection from CAC (Center for Action and Contemplation) on Jan 29: 

    Brueggemann imagines those healed by Jesus singing Psalm 30:5, “Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” 

    “A lot of lepers are still in the night. But they wait for the morning when comes healing. This faith of … Jesus and the church is not a moral code or an ideology or a quarrel. It is rather a performance of transformation, of old made new, of lost found, of dead made alive. And the whole cosmos is filled with the singing of ex-lepers, the saints of God who attest that gifts from the holy God are given that make for life. ”

    Remembering my healing.

      I lived in a gray cloud of unhappiness most of my teenage and young adult years; even into adulthood, young married and parenting life.  What changed was I saw an image drawn by St Hildegard of Bingen.  She was being shot with arrows from three demons.  I recognized my own malady.  This day, I can’t even definitively say all their names:  I know two were named the demons of self-recrimination and self-consciousness.  The third was something like self-hatred…but I know at that time I did not call the demon that.  I remember praying for Jesus, to remove those demons.  From that moment on, my inner self was free from the strangle hold they had on my every thought.  I felt a new ability to live my life without those constant devils torturing my thoughts and affecting my happiness.  I could see beauty in nature, in my family, in the physical gifts in my life and feel joy; this was a feeling that was new to me.  

    As I re-read the above, it reads to me as a small event; it wasn’t.   Occasionally, I have an echo of those demons saying to me….”you weren’t worthy of that healing…what have you done since?”   I recognize the deception of that statement right away and can put it easily aside.  Instead, I recognize the truth of the event when “my weeping lingered for the night, but joy came in the morning”.  

    Whenever, I doubt your presence Lord, I remember that healing in my life.  Instead of life in dimness, instead of life in a suffocating gray cloud, I live in the warmth and illumination of your Light.  Although, I am not all you call me to be, yet, “your favor lasts in my lifetime”.     I pray the words of Psalm 30:

    I praise you Lord, for you raised me up and did not let my enemies rejoice over me!

    Oh Lord, my God, I cried out to you for help and you healed me.

    Lord, you brought my soul up from Shoel; you let me live from going down into the pit.

    Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful; give thanks to his holy memory.

    For his anger lasts a moment; his favor a lifetime.

    At dusk weeping comes for the night; but at dawn there is rejoicing. 

  • Seeking the Light

    January 22, 2025

    News story of God’s Light today:  Bishop Mariann Budde Episcopal bishop of Washington and the National Cathedral.  She spoke with humility and gentleness to DT and asked him show mercy.  “You have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now.”   She said “gay, lesbian and transgender children…fear for their lives.”   She also used her sermon to ask that Trump grant mercy to families fearing deportation and to help those fleeing war and persecution.    From NBC and ABC coverage

    On Wednesday, one day after she delivered her remarks in front of DT, Budde said the following on The View that her responsibility on Tuesday was to reflect and “pray with the nation for unity….As I was pondering what are the foundations of unity, I wanted to emphasize respecting the honor and dignity of every human being, basic honesty and humility…. And then I also realized that in unity requires a certain degree of mercy and compassion and understanding….I found myself thinking, there’s a fourth thing we need for unity in this country — we need mercy,” she told RNS in an interview on Wednesday. “We need mercy. We need compassion. We need empathy. And after listening to the president on Monday, I thought, I wasn’t going to just speak of it in general terms.”   This info from Jack Jenkins, National Catholic Reporter.

    From The Times interview, Budde was asked  “Have you received threats? Do you feel in danger?”  Her response:

    “The real people who are in danger are those who are fearful of being deported. The real people who are in danger are the young people who feel they cannot be themselves and be safe and who are prone to all kinds of both external attacks and suicidal responses to them. So I think we should keep our eyes on the people who are really vulnerable in our society. I have a lot of support and a lot of safety around me, so no, I’m not feeling personally at risk. Although people have said they do wish me dead, and that’s a little heartbreaking. It was a pretty mild sermon. It certainly wasn’t a fire and brimstone sermon. It was as respectful and as universal as I could with the exception of making someone who has been entrusted with such enormous influence and power to have mercy on those who are most vulnerable.”

    Being the Light

    January 23, 2025

    A small contribution to the light, I think, can be to validate and encourage those who are courageous in bringing light to the world.

    I wrote an email to Rev Mariann Budde thanking her for her example of humble courage, for being God’s light today.  (info@cathedral.org).