In fact, Christ Pantocrator is a mirror. Gazing up at this image we discover that which most deeply defines us. We were created in this image – this is who we really are.
“When he saw that they were straining at the oars against an adverse wind, he came towards them early in…
When the winds of our own fearful hearts and our unruly tongues are causing us to sink into ourselves, we are to rebuke it–and name it to God, and ask how we are to live differently.
We are not meant for security, we are meant for love.
I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven…
The forces of evil will have won if we become so involved in what has been done to us, or what might happen in the future, that we forget how to be joyful servants in God’s kingdom today.
I sometimes strain to see the reign of God, the “yeast action,” at work in my country these days. Even many who name themselves Christian incarnate values of denigration, domination, greed, division, baseness, and every form of oppression, mostly notably racism.
Jesus may have been God’s son, but he was also Mary’s, and when mama says to do something, it’s probably best to just do it, whether you like it or not.
I especially remember the first verse, “In the beginning was the Word.” It still gives me chills when I hear it because it encompasses so much — from the beginning of time until now. In the beginning was the Word, the word we know to be Jesus Christ.
Learning about God is, for me, a continuous process of setting aside assumptions. To grow spiritually, I cannot rest in what I think I know but must instead reach for new insights and new direction. Love unfolds – pushing my understanding of its limits to ever greater horizons.
It’s almost as if the gift of Christmas is not the birth of a savior as much as it is the gift of a fellow traveler.
May we all be drawn there, too. Drawn toward the Love that turned and slept in his mother’s arms. Love that offers us everything and demands from us everything in return. Love that stands against principalities and powers
…towards the end of his life he began to have doubts about who Jesus was and whether or not there was a coming kingdom. He was in prison, after all. The old authorities were still cruelly in place. In the darkness of prison, John was suddenly not so sure about Jesus.
There is something more, something beyond, something larger, if only we can allow our suffering souls to embrace the worst of our pain and then live on through it to the other side. There is something bigger even than death, a belonging that transcends the worst the world can dish out.
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.