God condemned me not. Nor do I ACIM WB 228 … Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. At dawn he appeared …where all the people gathered around him… The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said, “Teacher, this […]
Dear Hearts, God Speaks I begin with a request that my words are true and being true are valuable, not that listening hearts will be overcome but that hearts opened are overshadowed, that hearts naked, will be clothed in Spirit. I understand how words carry the power to turn a thought, or strengthen the languished
Bear down.These contractions are birthing a new world.It is labor.But you have always longed to Be this Mother.You have waited endless starless nightspregnant with Divine Light.The Christ in your heart-wombspins like a new earth,pushing its head against your softness. I know it hurts.What did you expect?Waters have to break,the heart must dilate.Ask Mary what it felt
The fires of my heart, like the corona of the Son are burning away the dross, the old, the parts of self that are too dense; unremarkable thought systems, which worked for a time to navigate within the world, but now anchor me in unhealthy attachments. These aspects of my thinking tether my heart to
… we are witnesses of all things which he did both in the land of the Jews, and in Jerusalem; whom they slew and hanged on a tree. Luke, Acts 10:39 Trees have been servants of humanity from our inception. They are providers of heat, food, shade, shelter, tools and transportation. But they are also servants of human cruelty, become
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The night before His crucifixion, Jesus washed the feel of his disciples saying,A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another. (John 13:34) He bent low with a pot of water as the Apostles squirmed with shame and resistance. Surely this was beneath
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Eulogy Thank you for attending this Mass in celebration of our Mother, Maria Antonieta Spadaro- Scalice- Palermo Who was Mary to most everybody It is the Christmas season, a time of rebirth, the ending of the long labor of advent, of waiting. Within us we carried the seed of Our Father, making of our lives
Jan 7, 2020 When the Body is Gone We rise into the blue mantle of sky. She invites us to soar, to aim these silver wings toward home. I notice the higher we climb, the greater I fall. My heart sinks. Mama’s ashes have been ceremoniously put in the crypt. Her life celebration is
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The Last Days Hospice I lose count, of days, of money, of calories. The latter may seem trifle. But in the mental maze of small mind it has been an abacus. Sharp ideas have lost their point. I have tried to make sense of the senseless, to mitigate the meaning, the process of death. With
Hospice Christ These words rise up. She who has given a moment to God finds herself embraced in the arms of The Everlasting. I have given this pause, one little thought offered on the altar, more of a cry for love than love extended, and yet It opens, even now in the midst of pain
