Wow. This blog has really gone dormant. A whole liturgical season gone by and not a peep. It's a new season now, the season of Pentecost, so I thought I'd offer a little peep if nothing else.
I had every intention of attending this morning's service. It's almost 11:30 now, and the service is probably drawing to a close. But I didn't go after all. Instead, I have spent the morning outside, sitting in the backyard and feeling the Oklahoma wind and just contemplating, just being.
The Holy Spirit is here and at the local parish. The Holy Spirit is everywhere.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
"When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of ‘No answer.’ It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, ‘Peace, child; you don’t understand.’
"Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable. How many hours are there in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask—half our great theological and metaphysical problems—are like that.
"And now that I come to think of it, there’s no practical problem before me at all. I know the two great commandments, and I’d better get on with them."--C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Sunday, January 01, 2012
From the New Zealand prayer book:
It is night.
The night is for stillness.
Let us be still in the presence of God.
It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done;
let it be.
The night is dark.
Let our fears of the darkness of the world and of our own lives
rest in you.
The night is quiet.
Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,
all dear to us,
and all who have no peace.
The night heralds the dawn.
Let us look expectantly to a new day,
In your name we pray.