Contemplation – One Step of Hope at a Time

A couple years ago, after heart issues had me in and out of the hospital, I fell into a dark place.  I use the word dark to describe how sleep escaped me, and how each successive night of wide-eyed toss and turns left me weaker, more anxious and wondering if I’d ever get a full…

Contemplative Prayer-The Fire of transformation

It’s clear from scripture that God is fire. Moses stood before a burning bush, as well as followed that same pillar of fire guiding him in the desert.  Tongues of fire appeared over the heads of the apostles at Pentecost.  The Bible describes God as a consuming fire.  Which reminds me of a little bon…

Contemplative Prayer-Seeing the Son of Man

On the day after my first son was born, I stood at the discharge counter; only KJ wasn’t going home.  We needed to transfer him to the children’s hospital trauma center.  The night before a kind doctor had explained to us that our son was a very sick little boy, needing 3-4 operations the first…

Contemplative Prayer-In Whose Presence?

Squeezed inside a makeshift tent in the living room, a perfect hiding place for a granddaughter’s over-worked imagination. “What’s that?” I whisper.  Her eyes widen, and a thin smile parts her lips.  My eyes mimic hers in widening fear as we stare at one another.  “The monster’s close, don’t move a muscle,” I say.  Her…

No Greater Love

An associate of mine had quoted conventional wisdom, “First your oxygen mask, then everyone else.”  However, under her breath she quickly added, “I’d probably not do that actually, because I’d put the mask on the one I love, before myself.”  Good, I thought, bravo!  Jesus is talking. I read an article this week titled Two…

Free & Fearless

The new assistant to the prime minister was nervous; he had never been around such a powerful man.  When he got to the massive entrance to the mansion, his trembling finger pushed the doorbell. He waited, heart pounding.  Suddenly, the doors swung open, and there in the foyer was the man he feared, down on…

Fire In The Belly

Lessons for the first-half crowd Subject: Fire in the Belly This is the second in a series of short letters, addressed to what I call, first-half-of-lifer’s. I grew up watching Twilight Zone and remember one episode that began with a room full of people at a masquerade ball. In his usual creepy voice, Rod Sterling…

Of Skiffs & Galleons

Not all prayer requests carry the same weight.  There are everyday prayers, call them skiffs , and then there are rarely seen ones, like Spanish galleons that cross the oceans. The skiffs carry coal into the harbor almost daily.  The galleons remain out of sight, yet when they do come, appear low in the water,…

A Walk In The Garden

“Lord, if I could dig out of your dense and diverse beauty, just a small sample, a fragment like an artifact, I promise to use every ounce of it to lift eyes to heaven, so that some who see only black sky, could see a blue moon passing Orion, on its way to morning.”  The…

This Latent Force

“This latent force.” I read this phrase in a book talking about the meaning of prayer, written in 1915. It got me thinking…. What do we do while waiting in the ‘long until.’  In other words, what is the most natural thing we can do to spend our lives until we see Him face to…

Jenna

Out front of the café, I noticed a young lady in a yellow floral dress next to an older man. He was leaning on crutches.  They both turned to look at me.  “Do you have any change?” she asked. “I typically don’t carry cash,” I responded, “but I’m getting coffee, would you like one?” Their…

A Savage Gospel

The voice on the phone sounded familiar, but his smooth street lingo was missing, now faint, halting, a whisper. “Mr. Kevin,” (long pause) “Hurry!” Mo Brown lived in Brooklyn, on a dark treeless street. We met up on his stoop, where he explained that he and his family were moving out, “tonight!” While I followed…