so easily wrapped up

“I have a strong feeling that my intellectual formation is just as much a hindrance as a help to prayer.  It is hard not to desire good insights during prayer and not to fall into a long inner discussion with myself.

Every time some kind of insight comes to me, I find myself wondering how I can use it isn a lecture, a sermon, or an article, and very soon I am far away from God and all wrapped up in my own preoccupations.  

Maybe this what makes the Jesus prayer so good for me.  Simply saying, “Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me” a hundred times, a thousand, ten thousand times, as the Russian peasant did, might slowly clean my mind and give God a little chance.”

-Henri Nouwen, The Genesee Diary

present

At light-speed, God-speed,
time collapses into now so that
we may see Christ’s wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.

He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body –
chalice for the dark weeping
of the whole world – brims,

spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
begins the great reversal –
as blood from a vein leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.

-Luci Shaw, from: What the Light was Like

born in God’s thought

“I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of;

for to have been thought about,

born in God’s thought,

and then made by God,

is the dearest, grandest and

most precious thing in all thinking.”

-George MacDonald

trinitarian breath prayer

Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth:
Set up your kingdom in our midst.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God:
Have mercy on me, a sinner.

Holy Spirit, breath of the living God:
Renew me and all the world.

-N.T. Wright

when it’s too big (repost-rachel held evans reflection on syria)

When it’s just too big….

All that’s left is prayer and fasting.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

All that’s left are tears and ash.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

All that’s left is to acknowledge your smallness.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

All that’s left is to sit in quiet with the world and beg for peace and wisdom and clear paths.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s enough because it’s all that’s left to do.

So be faithful, and do it.

Be helpless for a while.

Be at God’s mercy and pray.

-For the rest of this beautiful piece view here

unclenched fists

Dear God,
I am so afraid to open my clenched fists!
Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to?
Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands?
Please help me to gradually open my hands
and to discover that I am not what I own,
but what you want to give me.

-Henri Nouwen, The Only Necessary Thing: Living a Prayerful Life

 

threat or mysterious beauty?

“Each time an unexpected discovery is made in the world of knowledge,it shakes the religious establishment of the day. Now, we are often taught that it is unfaithful to question, traditional religious beliefs, but I believe we must question them, continually-Not God, not Christ, who are the center of our lives as believers-but what human beings say about God and about Christ; otherwise, like those of the church establishent of Galileo’s day, we truly become God’s frozen people. Galileo’s discoveries did nothing whatsoever to change the nature of God; they threatened only man’s rigid ideas of the nature of God. We must be constantly open to new revelation, which is another way of hearing God, with loving obedience.”

-Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections of Faith and Art

nothing less

“It is not the level of our spirituality that we can depend upon.

It is God and nothing less than God.

For the work is God’s and the call is Gods and everything is summoned by Him to His purpose.”

-Elizabeth Elliott

fling wide

“Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heaven’s employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.”

-Georg Weissel, Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates