… simple prayers are sacred acts. They’re tender and profound. They aren’t the formal prayers of the institutional church. They aren’t the ecstatic utterances of a miraculous vision. They are dignified, homely and eloquent, the ordinary and yet sacred stuff … Continue reading →
The primary emphasis in this work is based on evolution distinctively a combination of three persons, one God: God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. He is drawn and inspired by The Trinity. The Prayer of St. Augustine … Continue reading →
There are many kinds of prayer. There is a kind of prayer that’s like breathing. There is a kind of prayer that’s like talking to your best friend all day long. There is a kind of prayer in the face … Continue reading →
The autumn leaves lined the curve of the path I take daily to work, work that I am called to do not by an employer but by unforeseen forces guided by angels and prayers. Lord, let everything I do, begins … Continue reading →
Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but … Continue reading →
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have … Continue reading →
I write. A lot. I carry a 4x 6 memo book with me all the time to write anything and everything that I think, maybe read, grocery list, things to do, names and phone numbers, appointments, etc. What I write … Continue reading →
Today is Ash Wednesday and nothing is more fitting than to share with you the poem of T.S. Eliot’s long poem “Ash Wednesday” written in 1927. The last three lines of this stanza struck me personally. Ash Wednesday by T. … Continue reading →
“My life is but an instant, an hour that passes by;
To love you, my dearest God, I only have today.”
Our Thanksgiving Prayer
I am grateful to be alive, Lord. I’m breathing.
Time passes quickly, and I forget that all life is gift from You Who are breathing me into life moment by moment. Help me to be present in the sacrament of each moment – to where You are with me right now.
I am grateful to you for every moment of life You give me.
The very best of all my thoughtsare those that think of you.The very best of all my hopesare those that speak of you.My fondest hopes, my cherished dreams,my prayers to the Lord above,The very best of all theseI offer you my love.
On the way home last night, I went to Church for Lenten blessing. It’s just like Christmas on Ash Wednesday. It was a crowded service. I can only assume we came to Church to be redeemed and be forgiven for all the “sins” we have committed in our thoughts, words and deeds.I went to be reminded that I am a mere mortal being, impermanent on this Earth and to receive the sign on my forehead. This sign is given by the Priest. He dipped his thumb in an ash, made a sign of the cross on my forehead and told me “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” This line is derived from the story of how God made Adam, from a pile of dirt. Then I went home with a dirt mark while people stare at me with puzzled look. And I just smiled.Meditating while walking and what came up to mind is the heart. Is the heart the most important part of the body? How come I have only one heart? I have two hands, feet, eyes, lungs, ears; a pair of lungs, left and right hemisphere of the brain, etc. It must be valentines, I brush off my thoughts.It’s a good thing that they came up with Valentine’s Day to distract people from the history of Valentine. Personally, it’s my father’s death anniversary. We will have a Celebration of Life but I won’t be able to make it due to work obligations. I know, it’s only once a year. Father will understand. I do keep him in my prayers.My offering to you for Valentines is this heart: