The living Spirit
Advent is coming, not our coming to God, but his to us.
Every day is the time for Christians to be alert and recognize the “signs of the times”, to grasp opportunities that open up to them, and to do whatever is possible that day with prudence but also with courage and confidence.
I remember giving my grandson an Advent calendar, with its two dozen closed windows, one to be opened each day between the first Sunday of Advent and Christmas.
In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received ...
I have found my vocation; since I will be a praise of glory for all eternity, I want to be a praise of glory already here below! ...
[Our] soul shall never have rest till it comes to him, knowing that he is fullness of joy, homely and courteous, blessed and our very life.
Prayer is the language in which we talk to God
I once told a famous writer that I wanted to write a good book. She gasped in horror. “Don’t ever say that!” she said.
The power of prayer is indeed wonderful.
For Father Alfred Delp, a Jesuit hanged by the Nazis in 1945, the anticipation of death brought a new clarity to his deepest convictions. From prison he wrote, “In the course of these last long weeks life has become suddenly much less rigid.
I was taught that love was our Lord’s meaning. And I saw with utter certainty that before God made us he loved us; and this love has never failed, nor ever shall. And in this love he has done all that he has done; and in this love he has made everything for our benefit; and in this love our life is everlasting.
Today we find ourselves on the threshold of eternity. The life of the Mother of Christ has now been concluded on earth. And behold, at the moment when the law of death is accomplished in her – death which has been defeated by the resurrection of her Son – the canticle of salvation and of grace once more arises from the heart of Mary.
In the outdoor play of childhood summers, my mother insisted we stay within the sound of her voice. She wanted to know that my siblings and I were safe …
Beauty is the supreme mystery in this world.
Shepherd of my path, so I have dementia. Give me grace to accept this as part of the pattern of my life
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