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Category: Speaking to the Soul

But who you say that I am?

“Who do you say that I am?” he asks us,
and it is not enough to recognize,
to idolize,
to pay homage with forked tongue and fractured loyalties…

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Grief’s Sharp Edge

We forget how sharp the pain of grief is until we suffer a beloved’s death again.

Sorrow so deep we are certain we can’t sustain it and survive. We can’t breathe, or eat or sleep. Our bodies curl upon themselves, teeth clench, lungs and limbs quiver when we try to move. We can’t speak or listen or think. We sometimes feel we want to go down to the grave with our loved one.

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Healing Words

Last week during our spiritual direction supervision meeting, one of my colleagues read a confession.  She talked about feeling totally listless, gray.  About how she cannot force herself to pray, how her exercise program has gone out the window and she finds herself turning on the TV too often, watching too much “news” and other empty programming.  At several points as I listened I found myself silently affirming, “I do that, too.”

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Thinking ahead to Harvest

The story of Jesus going through the cornfield reminded me of September, even though I’m a few miles from the nearest cornfield, which will soon be a Halloween maze.  Corn is always a welcome food, boiled, grilled, creamed, or used in succotash or cottage pie. It’s best when it’s fresh, and people in the store rummage through the bins of unshucked corn, checking for readiness. The disciples must have found ripe corn or even corn beginning to dry on the stalk because they rubbed the ears in their hands to loosen the corn for eating. 

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Being Open

This woman is an outsider on three important levels. First, she is a woman, approaching a strange man whom she does not know. Second, she is a Gentile, of Phoenician and Syrian heritage. Third, the inhabitants of the region of Tyre were typically prosperous, as it was a busy trading hub with a highly lucrative economy as compared to the poorer agricultural area from which Jesus came around Galilee, and so its inhabitants were often looked upon with resentment by their neighbors.

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What my soul needs

My soul needs to bask in canopies of green; My soul needs to hear the running water wash clean. My soul needs a reminder of

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Lord, hear my prayer

I hear the lapping of waves against the rocks and the stillness invites me closer with her words: All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well. 

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