Patricia Hampl writes: Poetry isn’t arranged in lines to look funny; it’s set in lines to make you stop-to make sure you put silence, which has its own reality, between each line. Contemplatives, in that respect, live poetry. I don’t mean that in a romantic way; they have literally arranged their life in a pattern…
… in him all things hold together … Hold me against the dark: I am afraid. Circle me with your arms. I am made So tiny and my atoms so unstable That at any moment I may explode. I am unable To contain myself in unity. My outlines shiver With the shock of living. I…
An author, talk show host, blogged this week about the Super Bowl. One of his thoughts caught my attention … Whether you are playing or watching the sport, you will be reminded of the amazing things our bodies can do, of the incredible capacity that we have as human beings, and how far we can…
In a sermon by Foster recorded more than 10 years ago, he said … “God is welcoming us home to peace and serenity and affirmation, and we don’t need to be afraid. He welcomes us into the living room of his heart where we can put on old slippers and share freely. God invites us…
Last night we heard Dr. Tim Keller talk about the parable of the two sons … and he had many good things to say. But sometime during the evening he talked briefly about humilty. That word has stuck in my mind today … and as I spend a few minutes quiet and still I seek…
At the computer at work … and yet … stepping back for a moment of quiet … relfection … oneness, wholeness … separate … and yet not. I read in a devotional book by Madeleine L’Engle today about the concentration of a small child at play … “analogous to the concentration of the artist of…