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Pondering as Prayer and an Act of Faith

Steve · June 2, 2018 · 4 Comments

Givens - Inspired by Spring — Waiting to Burst Open to the World. Newfields Museum, Indianapolis. SJG photo.

“The most fortunate are those who have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again, freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder and even ecstasy.” – Abraham Maslow

A bright red male cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis) just came to rest on a post outside the porch where I sit praying and writing this. It immediately grabs my attention, of course, because of its radiance and beautiful angular lines. I know its trilled, two-part call, for it’s a prayer of its own, a hymn of praise to the new day: cheer-cheer-cheer-purty-purty-purty. (Translation: Yay! It’s a beautiful new day!)

Unknown Blessings

Steve · April 7, 2018 · 10 Comments

St. Francis of Assisi, New Harmony, Indiana. SJG photo.

“Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way.” – Native American Proverb

Earlier today, I drove from my home to St. Gabriel the Archangel (St. Gabe’s) parish in South St. Louis to take part in a Cancer Resource Fair, talking with people about my workshops and retreats and selling my book, Embraced by God: Facing Chemotherapy with Faith. So I got to hang out for a few hours with good people who are fighting (or have already fought) a battle with cancer, as well as caregivers, organizers, family members and others who serve this community.

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A Psalm for a Day of Waiting

Steve · March 31, 2018 · 6 Comments

Today’s the day we wait. Tucked in at the end of Holy Week, after that final meal together, after that scene in the garden, after betrayal and arrest, after trial and denial, after splinters and nails and thorns and death…we wait for something else. It’s the end of a bad week and we “just wanna feel reborn, you know?”* So we wait for the new day, for a chance to begin again.

And that’s what Easter is for. But here’s the important part. It’s not just about tomorrow. If we live for the new hope of Easter one day a year we have missed the point of everything. The hope of Easter is not just about Jesus rising from death, although that is where we begin. We begin outside of Jerusalem, huddled in a small room somewhere, hiding from and for our lives. We begin in absolute darkness, both waiting for the light of day and afraid that when it comes it might leave us exposed.

Within This Holy Quiet

Steve · February 25, 2018 · 10 Comments

leaf — Leaf in the Meramec River. SJG photo.

Sometimes, the quiet we seek is not mere silence. Rather, it is silence enough to hear a whisper, the voice of God calling out to us in the sounds of the earth. For this sunny, warming Sunday morning, I offer a poem about what we can hear if we dare silence ourselves.

Within this holy quiet
I hear your word in the wind
blowing through trees
in the caw caw caw of crows
(always three times, it seems)
in the rat-a-tat-tat of a singular distant woodpecker
in the slap of water against a mid-stream rock
at the bottom of the hill.

Choosing Joy Over the Facts

Steve · February 11, 2018 · 12 Comments

Sue — Choosing the joy of a hike on a warmer day. SJG photo.

“Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.” Wendell Berry

This powerful idea of Wendell Berry, a Kentucky novelist, poet, cultural critic and farmer, can be a tough idea to get our heads around. For it requires openness on our part, a willingness to accept what life hands us with an attitude of joy and gratitude for what we have already received. It is an inclination to see the beautiful despite the ugly and an invitation to see the dignity of human life despite those who would have us denigrate everything we don’t agree with or understand. It is a chance to find the very best in others when all the cultural mores and signs direct us to find their faults and take advantage of them.

So with that in mind, I am deciding to “be joyful” today, even though the facts — the words and the images swirling around me — can be a bit disheartening. I am deciding that only I get to choose what creates my state of mind and my attitude toward the world.