Please visit this abridged version of Peace Stations of the Cross written by Megan McKenna which I found especially beautiful and moving. Peace to you this day as we enter into the fullness of death.
I was praying this morning about Holy Thurday, about what it means to me that Jesus took bread and broke it, and shared it with his friends. He said this is my body. He poured the wine and said this is my blood. These words have rippled through time and woven us together in a common narrative. I thought about the ways that sharing of food across cultures and religious traditions has great significance. Meals become sacred acts. Breaking bread and pouring wine are sacraments because they immerse us in the nourishment of all that is holy and remind us that any divisions between us
Passover Then you shall take some of the blood, and put it on the door posts and the lintels of the houses . . . and when I see the blood, I shall pass over you, and no plague shall fall upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt. -Exodus 12:7 & 13 They thought they were safe that spring night; when they daubed the doorways with sacrificial blood. To be sure, the angel of death passed them over, but for what? Forty years in the desert without a home, without a bed, following new laws
In Christian tradition, we entered into Holy Week yesterday. Holy Week leads up to the Triduum, which is the highlight of the Christian year. As a part of my prayer and meditation this week I am reading The Last Week: What the Gospels Really Teach About Jesus’s Final Days in Jerusalem by Marcus Borg and John Dominic Crossan. The first chapter concludes by highlighting the themes of holy week and the Christian life as a whole: “genuine discipleship, following Jesus means following him to Jerusalem, the place of (1) confrontation with the domination system and (2) death and resurrection. . .
My blog is a finalist under the Best of Blogs Inspirational category! Best of Blogs is dedicated to giving exposure to smaller blogs. I am very excited and honored. You can vote for me here (scroll down to the third category), you get one vote per day until April 13, 2007. -Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
My beloved and I went up to Canada for a long weekend retreat together, a time to be still and reconnect. On Thursday night we made the long trip to Vancouver Island, driving a little way past the village of Sooke. We had been to Sooke a couple of years ago and I longed to return because of East Sooke Regional Park which for me is tied only with Ruckle Park on Saltspring Island as my two favorite places to hike in this region. The reason I love these two parks so much is that they both have densely forested trails
For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come, and the song of the dove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come! (Song of Songs 2:11-13) Yesterday was a beautiful morning in Seattle. I went on a walk with Tune to capture more images of those wondrous cherry trees. As the flowers appeared on the earth I heard the ancient call that keeps
One of the things that I grieved the most when my mother died was that I didn’t have more time to be in her presence. In the last few years of her life, she had become a bold and vibrant woman, unapologetic for who she was and what she thought was worth fighting for. I loved that she had finally reached the stage in her life where she didn’t care what others thought of her. She stood so firmly in her own presence and unique giftedness to the world. She burned very brightly right until the end of her life when
Today and tomorrow is the last session for this year’s Awakening the Creative Spirit program. It has been a wonderful journey with an amazing group of diverse participants and I am eager to see what these last days call forth from everyone. For 2007-2008 Betsey and I decided to take a break from the monthly format of this program and instead will offer it as a weeklong intensive from November 11-17, 2007 at St. Andrew’s Retreat House on the Hood Canal a couple of hours from Seattle. There have been many of you who have expressed the desire to participate
Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change. The phoenix renews her youth only when she is burnt, burnt alive, burnt down to hot and flocculent ash. Then the small stirring of a new small bub in the nest with strands of down like floating ash shows that she is renewing her youth like the eagle, immortal bird. -D. H. Lawrence (found at Anchors and Masts) I am both drawn to the quote above and turned away at the same
