I have a young friend who, after years of wanting to be in the military and working very hard to get into it, is on his third day of boot camp. It seems that boot camp was not exactly the way he had planned it would be.
Our Psalmist today turns to God as a refuge from shame.
we are asked more importantly to risk being very available to one another – to hang out together – to consider with one another the questions that burn in our souls. And being present, deeply open, willing to engage and to offer not just our resources but ourselves, we discover that neighborly giving is never just a one way street.
If we seek positions of power and influence, can we still keep our integrity and impartiality? How can we make our spheres of influence most just?
We know, that with care, as God’s very example shows us, we can also tend to the Earth lovingly, reverently, and in so doing bring forth blessing over all the Earth, from dawn to dusk, from mountain to valley.
In today’s gospel, Jesus sets out with his followers on the long road trip found in the Gospel of Luke.
It is the very things that we struggle with which both wound and bless us.
I keep looking to Jesus and hoping to hear that “Don’t be afraid.” It’s all I really have to cling to. Somehow, I hope my faith in that one simple statement will be enough.
The gift of wisdom exceeds our knowledge and imaginations.
The Gospel authors had met Jesus only in verbal accounts, only through others who knew people who had known him. And yet, like a buried priceless treasure, they found him, recognized him as their beloved, acknowledged him as the one for whom their souls had always yearned.
Paul’s traveling companions are thankful today that Paul got something wrong.
prayer helps me find my courage and step back into the world, unchanged in all but the most essential ways.
The prophet proclaims a God who is available to us even when we experience betrayal on every level of trust. This God offers us the justice and love that our courts, governments, and even intimate partnerships fail to deliver.
There is a border area between our imagination and the way things really are.
Paul was depending on justice, just as most of the people in our prisons are depending on justice, yet many are not getting it. Their color, their race, their orientation, even the nature of their crime, puts them in a hierarchy that is more like Dante’s seven circles of hell than it is a Pilgrim’s progress toward redemption.