Reflections

I plan to explore this idea of Practicing Resurrection more in the coming weeks.  In the meantime, I was delighted to listen to the latest edition of one of my favorite radio programs — Speaking of Faith — on Restoring the Senses.  Vigen Guroian speaks from Eastern Orthodox tradition about Easter as “a call to our senses” and offers such lush imagery from his own spiritual practice of gardening.  Resurrected life is life fully embodied. Definitely worth a listen. There were excerpts read from two of his books: The Fragrance of Godand Inheriting Paradise: Meditations on Gardening which I then had

I awoke this morning and took Abbess Petunia for her walk.  The sky is grey and drizzly here in Seattle, just the kind of weather I love when I have a lot of writing to do.  Checking into my favorite blogs I found a couple of very thoughtful posts on Easter that wrestle with the challenging side of believing in the resurrection: Tess at Anchors and Masts and my favorite “malcontent” Rachelle at her BlogHer column. I also wrestle with the historical, literal reality of resurrection.  The Jesus of boundary-breakers is the one who speaks most profoundly to me rather than the

A moving article by Ron Rolheiser on what the vulnerability of God really means.

Be still. Listen to the stones of the wall. Be silent, they try to speak your name. Listen to the living walls. Who are you? Who are you? Whose silence are you? Who (be quiet) are you (as these stones are quiet). Do not think of what you are still less of what you may one day be. Rather be what you are (but who?) be the unthinkable one you do not know. O be still, while you are still alive, and all things live around you speaking (I do not hear) to your own being, speaking by the unknown