Jesus Can Work It Out

This is the Choeur Gospel Celebration de Quebec. Dust off your high school French and take a look at their website right here.

God’s love is like a circle

Here's something I stumbled upon today that's meant to be a children's song. It's sung to the tune of "Stand up, stand up for Jesus".

God’s love is like a circle
A circle big & round,
For when you see a circle,
No ending can be found.
And so the love of Jesus goes on eternally
Forever & forever, He loves both you & me.

Today, I got a forwarded email that was so hate-filled (toward a certain group of people I'll choose not to name here) that I felt really sick inside. This sweet little song was something of an antidote for that and it brought me to gratitude.

Prayer for protection

The Tetragrammaton

Many years ago, a little girl in my neighborhood told me a slogan she had learned in Sunday School: "There is no spot where God is not!" I was reminded of that today when I found the following prayer:

The light of God surrounds me;
The love of God enfolds me;
The power of God protects me;
The presence of God watches over me;
Where I am, God is!

His living presence

The earliest reference to the Resurrection is Saint Paul’s, and he makes no mention of an empty tomb at all. But the fact of the matter is that in a way it hardly matters how the body of Jesus came to be missing because in the last analysis what convinced the people that he had risen from the dead was not the absence of his corpse but his living presence. And so it has been ever since.

-- From The Faces of Jesus by Frederick Buechner

Spiritual beauty

"Internal Dialogue"

On an impulse I decided to run a search using the words "spiritual beauty" on Google Images. I found the above painting. Here's something the artist, Kim Walker, has to say:

Painting allows me the quiet and thoughtful internal dialogue that refreshes my spirit. For me, there is no greater beauty than what God has already provided. It can be seen in every aspect of nature, from the tiniest petal to the outreaches of the heavens. My artwork takes me on a spiritual journey as I seek and collect each item found in the natural world. Also, by incorporating these elements into my work my desire is to provide another way to view this beauty that might otherwise have been missed.

You can find more of her work right here.

Dying to self

Death where is your victory? Grave where is your sting?

I'm afraid I don't have a source to give you for the following quote. I found it years ago and memorized it:

Let us die while we live lest when we come to die we shall be dead indeed.

-- Inscription on an early Christian tomb

A prayer for day's end

"Night"

Artist: RoseLynn Imbleau

Lord,
You have been with me all through this day,
stay with me now.
As the shadows lengthen into darkness
let the noisy world grow quiet,
let its feverish concerns be stilled,
its voices silenced.
In the final moments of this day
remind me of what is Real.

But let me not forget
that you were as present in
the stresses of the day just past
as you are now
in the silence of this night.

You have made me for
day and for night,
for work and for rest,
for both heaven and earth.

Here in this night
let me embrace and not regret
the mysterious beauty of my humanity.
Keep me in the embrace of your Reality through the night,
and the day to come.
Surround me with your silence
and give me the rest that only you can give--
Real peace,
now and forever.

--Evelyn Underhill

He is risen! Alleluia!

"Do not abandon yourselves to despair. . . . We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song."

--Pope John Paul II

Stabat Mater - Pergolisi

Countertenor Andreas Scholl and Soprano Barbara Bonney

Here is an English translation of the complete Stabat Mater poem:

At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword has passed.

O how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother, highly blest,
of the sole-begotten One.

Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?

By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.

For the sins of His own nation,
She saw Jesus wracked with torment,
All with scourges rent:

She beheld her tender Child,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?

O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord:

Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ my Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:

Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live:

Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.

Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;

Wounded with His every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned,
in His very Blood away;

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in His awful Judgment Day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
by Thy Mother my defense,
by Thy Cross my victory;

When my body dies,
let my soul be granted
the glory of Paradise. Amen.

Good Friday

Crucifixion

Am I a stone and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon—
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

-- Christina Rossetti

Let us all, like the poet, pray for the gift of tears on this day.

Maundy Thursday

Artist: Leszek Forczek

Most of us will have a ritual foot washing ceremony as part of our Maundy Thursday observance tonight. I want to recommend that you read a Washington Post article from a couple of years ago entitled "Gaining a Dose Of Humility, One Washed Foot at a Time". Here's part of what it says:

As they prepared for the holy ritual, the churchgoers had all the essential items: latex gloves, nail clippers, chlorine and antibacterial soap. The only things missing were the feet, and soon enough they poured into the church by the dozen.

Many were callused and cracked from cold nights spent on the streets. Some were sore and infected. What they needed was some old-school -- we're talking centuries here -- Christian doctrine in action. So volunteers at Centenary United Methodist Church in Richmond got down on their knees and scrubbed.

The practice of foot-washing, rooted in the biblical account of what Jesus did for his disciples, has ebbed and flowed throughout church history, abandoned at various times for reasons of dogma or embarrassment. But in recent years it has grown in popularity as an act of submission, both at Easter season services and in many other settings.

...

Pregnant and homeless since November, Wright has drifted with her 7-year-old daughter from shelter to shelter. One constant in her life has been the Friday talks over foot-washing with the volunteers.

...

"When they put my feet into that hot water -- whew!" she sighed. "It sure feels like heaven."

May tonight's ritual be deeply meaningful to each of you.

Tenebrae

Today is Wednesday in Holy Week. If you are not able to get to church tonight, I recommend that you read the service of Tenebrae on your own. Here's a description of the service:

The name Tenebrae is the Latin word for "darkness" or "shadows," and has for centuries been applied to the ancient monastic night and early morning services of the last three days of Holy Week, which in medieval times came to be celebrated on the preceding evenings.

This service is marked by a reading from the book of Lamentations and the gradual extinguishing of candles and other lights until a single candle, considered a symbol of the Lord, remains. Towards the end of the service, this candle is hidden, typifying the apparent victory of the forces of evil. At the very end, a loud noise is made, symbolizing the earthquake at the time of the resurrection (Matthew 28:2), the hidden candle is restored to its place and by its light all depart in silence.

You can find the service right here.

Romanian Orthodox Byzantine Chant - The Lamentations

Tip of the hat to Byzigenous Buddhapalian.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

A blessing for Holy Week

What is the Gospel Story in your own words?

The importance of self-acceptance

The Prodigal Son

It's so important to accept ourselves and to find a way to make friends with the parts of ourselves we tend to want to reject. Marion Woodman puts it this way:

I am remembering, gathering together the prodigal parts of myself and welcoming them home.

Welcoming the parts of ourselves we have previously sent into exile does not mean indulging them or letting them be in charge. It does mean not getting in a contest with them. It means integrating them into the totality of our being without letting them turn destructive.

PAINTING PRAYER

It was my very great privilege to hear Henri Nouwen give a series of lectures at Virginia Theological Seminary in the 1970s. Here's something he said about prayer:

To pray, I think, does not mean to think about God in contrast to thinking about other things, or to spend time with God instead of spending time with other people. Rather, it means to think and live in the presence of God. As soon as we begin to divide our thoughts about God and thoughts about people and events, we remove God from our daily life and put him into a pious little niche where we can think pious thoughts and experience pious feelings. ... Although it is important and even indispensable for the spiritual life to set apart time for God and God alone, prayer can only become unceasing prayer when all our thoughts -- beautiful or ugly, high or low, proud or shameful, sorrowful or joyful -- can be thought in the presence of God. ... Thus, converting our unceasing thinking into unceasing prayer moves us from a self-centred monologue to a God-centred dialogue.

-- Henri Nouwen

Spiritual sensitivity and contemplation

"Contemplation"

Spiritual sensitivity heightens when we know how to see, touch, and taste the physical world with exquisite reverence and contemplative discipline.

— Tessa Bielecki in Holy Daring

Faith

Faith transforms the earth into a paradise.
By it our hearts are raised with the joy of our nearness to heaven.
Every moment reveals God to us.
Faith is our light in this life.

— Jean Pierre de Caussade