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A Week of Reverence

Steve · November 5, 2022 · 3 Comments

I am slowly making my way through Larry Warner’s book, “Journey with Jesus,” yet another modern (and insightful) take on the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius Loyola. This past week, the theme was “reverence,” and over and over I was praying for the grace to be in awe of God. Here are a few thoughts from my journal…

— Yesterday I walked the wooded path that loops around Mallard Lake near my home. I was still contemplating the theme from the previous week in the book, which was “praise.” Surrounded by the wonder of creation, sometimes there are just no words to express even that praise to the Creator. I guess that’s the purpose of awe. Sometimes we just need to stand in awe and allow the silence of our thoughts to do the work of praise.

The changing and falling leaves. The turtle sunning itself midstream on a log. A big re-headed pileated woodpecker constantly on the move, flitting tree to tree as if just trying to stay ahead of me. Is that you, God? Slow down. My response is to stop and take it all in. What I felt was God’s extravagance. I know these are all just natural, biological things with lives and rhythms of their own. They are common and ordinary. And yet if we stop and pay attention, they hold a glimpse of the Creator and the divine ongoing work of creation — all seemingly for my enjoyment in that moment.

— Inspired by 1 Chronicles 16: 23-25

The Earth, and everything in it, sings to God.
Intones God’s glory and action.
Fills us with awe.
The splendor of the Earth announces and presents God to us.
Nature sings in harmony:
“You think this is so great? You should see who made us!”
We are called to shift our gaze from the created to the Creator.
When we do, a whole new world opens up.
We enter in as if entering a temple, for surely we are.
So bring yourself as a gift before the altar of fallen tree and exposed rock
Stand still in your awe and feel yourself tremble.
Listen to the Earth and take up the song:
Water rippling over rocks.
The whisper of grass and grain.
Trees reaching high in near-silent psalms of praise.
My own mouth breathing out.
My small voice sings.

— I have an overwhelming sense of awe of the presence of God in my life, this God who just keeps showing up in the simple and ordinary, in my work, in those who surround me, in the everyday miracles of nature.

— Inspired by From Revelation 4:6-11

In unimaginable beauty, I find myself before the throne,
Radiant, as if all light comes from that one place.
As if.
Speechless, unsure of myself,
And yet words tumble out of mystery and doubt:
Holy.
You are holy.
You have always been, and are, and will be.
Worthy.
You are worthy
To receive my little psalms of praise
My nods of reverence.

What is your song of reverence today?

Advent Retreat 2022: Cultivating a Listening Heart

Steve · November 1, 2022 · 1 Comment

For my friends in the Greater St. Louis area,

I wanted to let you know about an advent retreat coming up soon, December 9-11, in case you’re interested in a quiet weekend away on the banks of the beautiful and meandering Meramec River in the northern reaches of the Ozarks — one of my favorite places on Earth.

Except for the COVID year in 2020, I’ve been presenting this annual advent retreat with my friends Fr. Tom Santen and Lucia Signorelli every year since 2015. Join us this year for “Cultivating a Listening Heart” at the Marianist Retreat Center in Eureka, just outside St. Louis.

You deserve a weekend away. More information and registration at the link below.

https://marianistretreat.com/events/advent-retreat-2022/?fbclid=IwAR2viM0mMtHp4Y1bGM_dbXOnWfgeqWuPYHXK2e-W1mD0yuTdYWg3sclcBPE

An Invitation Home to Grace

Steve · September 4, 2022 · 6 Comments

In a few weeks I will begin another year of guiding another person through the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius Loyola. After a few weeks of “preparation days,” an introduction to this 500-year-old way of drawing closer to God, we will begin what is called “The First Week,” so named because the Exercises were originally created to be experienced over a period of thirty days.

This first week is a deep dive into our lives of faith and sin. It’s a time for recollecting and remembering where we failed and, perhaps, where we are still failing to live up to God’s idea for us and our lives.

Sin can sometimes be tough to wrap our heads around, especially in the 21^st century when we are often challenged and prodded to make our own rules and set our own standards. I’m no moral theologian, and I certainly don’t write today as an arbiter of anyone else’s sin.

What I do believe (and what I tell my retreatants) is that we don’t spend time recalling past and present sins to hurl ourselves into unhealthy guilt and shame. We spend this time so we can be more aware of the power of grace and forgiveness. Some people leave their churches and their lives of faith because they can’t own up to their failures and sins. Sometimes those very churches and the people within them even make it difficult for them to return or make them feel unwelcome to do so. In those cases, sin and failure abound.

We need to realize what the prodigal son realized when — flabbergasted, I would like to think — he found himself standing in a field not far from his father’s house, not condemned but forgiven:

I am standing in my father’s field
where I have no right to be
embraced, somehow
despite sins and ugly choices
called son, yet undeserved
a robe across tired shoulders
a ring on a calloused hand
sandals on cracked soles.

This is a celebration to which I should not be invited
yet here I stand
a feast for sin replaced by mercy.
O happy fault that gives
life in death
joy for guilt
found lostness
grace amazing.

Choosing the Better Part

Steve · July 29, 2022 · 8 Comments

I am up early this morning in Spotsylvania County, Virginia, where we’re visiting family. It’s about 4:30 as I begin to write this and I’m facing east, watching the sky grow orange at its base and ever brighter in its further reaches. The reservoir that lies about a football field away from the porch where I sit is slowly making its way into the light.

Sound is amplified by the expanse of water, so I’m hearing the world come alive for another day, too. A dog barks far across the water and the sound reaches my ears as if coming from a deep cave. A crow caw-caws. Several roosters are up and letting the rest of us know it. I’m just sitting here, taking it all in. I’ve got nothing better to do.

And as I read today’s Gospel reading from Luke 10, the well-known and commented-on story of Martha and Mary, I am reminded that this seeming “nothing to do” is the right thing to do. It is choosing the better, as Jesus tells the sisters:

Jesus entered a village
where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him.
She had a sister named Mary
who sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak.
Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said,
“Lord, do you not care
that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving?
Tell her to help me.”
The Lord said to her in reply,
“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.
There is need of only one thing.
Mary has chosen the better part
and it will not be taken from her.”

Every day, like Mary, we get to choose to sit at the feet of the Lord and listen. Each day, we can sit amidst the glory of creation, welcoming another day and praising the Creator who made it and continues to make it anew. There will be time enough for us to let our “Marthas” out, time enough for the worries of the day, many hours ahead to do our work and bear our burdens.

But we begin by choosing the better part. The sun’s up. The geese are flying.

Grace + peace to you today.

Resting in Creation and in Love

Steve · July 20, 2022 · 3 Comments

A few weeks ago, Sue and I drove up the California coast from San Jose all the way up into Oregon. Along the way, we stood and walked and rested in the glory of God’s creation. The first half day of driving, north of San Francisco, it seemed like we were pulling into every single scenic view parking lot we encountered on the Pacific Coast Highway. We were so struck with the beauty of waves crashing into rock, so reminded of the power and dominion of the Creator.

Further north, we stopped the car on the side of a road that cut through Redwood National and State Parks. We got out, stretched our legs and looked up (and up and up) staring in utter amazement at the height and breadth and glory of these organisms that have stood witness to more than a thousand years of history and growth. We walked a hiking trail among them for several hours, slowly and resolutely and gratefully treading ground that felt ancient and holy, as is every acre of this planet.

After crossing into Oregon and hugging the coast for a few days, we headed east to visit the natural and incredible beauty of Crater Lake, which I had only seen in books and magazines. Nothing prepared us for our first glimpse, walking up a small incline from a parking lot, for the perfectly pristine and almost unreal blue of the lake, formed by a collapsed volcano 7,700 years ago. Later, we sat above another rise by the lake, resting in creation and amazed by the silence, the color, the grandeur of it all.

Over and over, we couldn’t help but sense the divine presence of our still-creating Creator. To those who do not believe in the role of a Creator, all I can say is that I see no other way, no reason or purpose for the beauty of it all without the moving and loving hand of “something else” bringing light, life and order. In the beginning (and in the end), everything in me screams, “there must be something else.” And I will rest in that.

In the beginning, God. That’s all.
Then standing, his smile wide with promise
the Creator begins the ritual building
the story we now repeat around the fire
not a wild and violent tale
but a gentle voice and hand
urging and molding all into life and light.

The ritual revealed form and purpose:
no mere architect
but artist and lover
a child playing in the dirt
creating love in his mind and finding it good
breathing his own breath into it
walking with this new life
in the cool and breezy part of the day
when the great light lowers itself into dry land.

Not content with just creating
the Creator decides to love those to whom he gave dominion
searches us out when we hide
sews garments to cover our shame.
And we live in this abundance of love still.
Today, whether restless or satisfied,
we rest in it, still.