I was having a friendly discussion with a friend who truly believes that the white male is the most important and most blessed Christian. Although he is civil to most people, he places them on a lower plain of existence. I truly love this person as a brother and another son of God, but I always try to convince him otherwise.
I always try to bring the conversation to a higher level, how much good there is in the world, how God nourishes and strengthens us. God holds our hands when we struggle through anxiety, need, incomprehension. God offers us Wisdom, which hopefully we keep us from straying from His love. I also mention that when we are in despair or angry, God steps in asking us to expand our perspective of the world and how we fit in the world.
Another thought occurred when talking with him; I asked if he believed that man is made in the image of God. He agreed; I then asked which man? Look around the world and see the thousands of different types of men. Which one? Jesus was the Son of God? Yes. What color was He? The response was white; I asked what about the Palestinians today and he said they are not white. I responded by saying that Jesus was of the people of that region and His mother was also. Jesus in all probability was not white.
This stopped him dead in his tracks. We separated shortly after; I pray I do not lose a friend. I feel that as a former educator, I was only doing what I always do, ask people to think. This is the profession God prepped me for and it is one I do lovingly.
Have the patience and courage to begin again anew each day, and trust in God’s help; his mercy is new every morning. Greet all with the love of a strong family; well conversations that share each other’s stories
We each have a unique gift; it is our story whether we tell it fluently or with hesitation, it is our story and it is meant to be shared. Until we share our story, it is incomplete and emphasizes that it never ends. Share this gift, for in its telling, it is a holy statement of your life. It is powerful, especially when you include God in your telling.
Without God our story is incomplete, incomprehensible, unforgiving. God helps us understand our story and we understand our story when we forgive ourselves, giving us permission to share. When we share, God opens our eyes to what our story means and allows us to see what is beautiful and caring, preparing us for what lies ahead.
I pray to God – whom I never see; but I know that I am protected by His Grace and Love. I cannot look at God as I cannot look at the Sun; the light is too brilliant for my mortal eyes, but I can see what light shines on around me. As the Sun cast light on the beauty around me, the birds and the trees, so the light of God shines on me allowing me to see the beauty of His creation, allowing me to see my brothers and sisters, His children.
My very life is a gift from Him. Everything from God is a gift. His gift to me is the work of my soul. It is difficult work, but I love it. I pray as I bring God’s comfort to those in need; I bring them spiritual understanding through faith and understanding of the Truth God brings. I am so grateful for this work of the soul.
“. . . God is light, and in him is no darkness at all (1 John 1:5)”
I find one of the most difficult words to understand is comprehend, to perceive, to take in. I prefer take in because to truly understand something I have to take it within myself to truly feel its effects. This is the way I understand darkness and light. Darkness is not just the absence of light; darkness is that which is totally devoid of understanding! Saul was in complete darkness until his eyes were opened by Jesus on the road to Damascus.
I am on my own barren road of discovery, totally devoid of light. However, as I near my own destination, my own Damascus, my grasp of Reality grows. I find that the need of a Sun or moon to light my way is not necessary, for the light of God, as Jesus taught, lights my journey with the blinding light of God’s Truth. I am a child of God, a creation perfect in every way. I am both honored and humbled by God’s choice to have me share His Love and His Truth as taught to us by the Pascal Lamb, Jesus Christ.
I often consider myself to be independent of outside influences. Ha! This is as untrue a statement as there ever was. people influence me every day of my life. as a prayer minister and a lay chaplain, I am very attuned to all those I meet because my mission from God is to bring comfort and prayer to anyone in need. To do this, I need people; but most important, I need God. So, I am not ashamed to admit that my two most influential dependences are God and everyone.
I look at God’s creation and see beauty, birds, flowers, and people. The beauty I see gives me unbelievable power to prayer and healing to others. I strive to bring God’s Love and Peace to the forefront of good relationships between people and each other and between people and the rest of God’s creation. I thank others for allowing me to pray for and with them; then I thank God for allowing me to pray for and with others.
God wants to be with us on our life journeys. He invites us to open ourselves to His will and follow His desires for our beloved planet. It is our gift from God. When I use the words “open ourselves,” read awakening. We awaken to the Love and Grace of God’s presence. Our faith keeps our relationships with God as key to the beginning of our life of grace and peace. We are never alone. Personally, I continue to strive to recognize and express my appreciation for all of the people I meet; after all, they also are children of God as I am.
God is in everything, and God is everything. God cannot be seen; God can only be felt by the presence of calm and love within each of us. The great artists of history have tried to capture the image of God. This task is impossible because God is without body; God is not human. So go outdoors, see God’s creation working; you know, the creation that man is slowly destroying because it may cost money to protect. Do you fee God’s presence when you hear the birds singing their lovely songs, or when you look to the stars and see the magnificence above you?
In our world of indifference, God is at work within us. The love and peace we feel, and share, is God. This true love and true peace is eternal, as is God. If God is Love, then God is also Life, eternal life, not the life we think we have that seemingly dies when we shed our bodies. I mean the life that God creates every day, every day we awaken to a new world, every day created without any strings attached to it.
God is within me, and I am within God. I know this because I love; I love unconditionally as God invites me to do. God gave me free will to do as I pleased; but God also gave me Love. This determines all. I have been on both sides of the coin, good and not so good; I prefer Love. I am overjoyed with Love; I am overjoyed with God present within me. I am perfect because I have accepted God’s invitation to Love and to share this love with all whom I meet.
Have we ever thought about the similarity between the Parable of the Lost Sheep and the parable of the Prodigal Son. The message is virtually identical. In each case, the father, the shepherd, the caretaker drops everything he is doing to welcome home the lost victim of self-limited mortal intelligence.
In the first instance, the sheep is too busy enjoying the taste and smells of its daily routine of eating. Its shallow thinking is just the present physical enjoyment of eating. We’ve all been there!
With the Prodigal Son, the lost sheep goes in search of good times and wealth. . . and fails. Returns home stripped of all his worldly goods, basically naked before his father.
In both cases, the father welcomes the lost soul back to the foal, whether it is gluttony or mammon from which it has returned. This is God glorifying us when we return to His house, His creation. We have sinned; He does not care; He loves us.
I remember my return. I thought I was alive before; how wrong I was! I live now in God’s glory, my physical stature has changed due to age, but my spiritual self, my true self, the self belonging to God is perfect. I am the Prodigal Lost Sheep.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Hebrew 11:1).
I think (maybe) too much about faith and Substance. One Truth I never ignore is that God is the only true Substance there is, and I am permanently a part of this Truth. I cannot ignore my feeling that this substance directs my heart to prayer every morning I arise to face God’s re-created world. I am faith, but it is more realistic and more relevant that I say that I am more than faith; I am trust.
I meditate often and at times (most of the time) I over-think what I should just accept. Maybe this is because I am so used to requiring my college students to do so. I put my complete trust in God. There is no doubt in my mind that I am His child and therefore a perfect creation. But as with many people before me, I discover that there is a void within me that requires something more.
What digs as me constantly is my need to live a life of prayer. It is God’s desire for me to do so for a life without prayer leads to an unending void. God is not a specter that appears and disappears in my mind’s vision. God is. . . God is a true Substance. My need to pray comes from my soul, and my soul is my heart, and my heart belongs to God. How can I not live a life of prayer for the issue of prayer is not me; the issue of prayer is God. This is when He speaks to me. This is where and when my heart legitimizes the fact that I trust.
The knowledge and trust that comes from the substance of God within me, of the Holy Spirit within me, comes from the fact that living a life of prayer enables me to live the life that Jesus exemplified, a life of Wisdom, a life of prayer, and a life of humility. This is faith; this is substance.
We are all hypocrites!!! We scurry through life with chips on our shoulders, trying to impress those that we meet as to how in we are with those of seeming importance. We try to impress people with how in control we are, and we boast about how generous and giving we are. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
I know this is not true. We proudly proclaim our authenticity, yet we walk by the homeless person sleeping in an alley. We attend our church, or synagogue, or mosque and proclaim how holy we are and upon leaving return to be thinking about the next killer deal we will make that pads our pockets with gold. Nowhere in any of the holy books of our desert religions is there praise for the accumulation of wealth. All are devoted to praising God and serving others. Think of all the stories we learned similar to the prodigal son or good Samaritan.
We need to change our direction in life; if we want to be drawn closer to God, we must practice true authenticity; we must Love others; we must serve God by serving others. We must open our hearts and proclaim “Lord, I am listening!”
Gracious God, whatever be thy name, bring me back to your fold, allowing me to be the humble servant you desire me to be. Allow me to see the devastation that society is doing to your children. Strengthen me with the determination to strike down those powerful forces that increase poverty and devastation to your children. Let me find others so that we may defeat those who are only concerned with the accumulation of wealth, not allowing all to benefit from your grace.