Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Mary's Dream
I had a dream, Joseph. I don’t understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was all about. The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They’d gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts. It was peculiar, though, because the presents were not for our Son. They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree. Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They’d decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure at the top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh! It was beautiful. Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son. I don’t think they even knew him. They never mentioned his name. Doesn’t it seem odd for people to go to all that trouble to celebrate someone’s birthday if they don’t know Him. I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding. Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone was so happy, but it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus – not to be wanted at His own birthday party. I’m glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, it if had been real!
Author unknown.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Marriage
- Irish playwright, George Bernard Shaw
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Beginning again
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Inner voice
Friday, April 25, 2008
Failure and success
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Easter hope
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Food for Thought
I wonder how we can tease out the above quotes and see their implications!
Monday, February 18, 2008
God's call
What is the world's deep hunger? What is our deepest gladness? What does it take to have a happy marriage between both?
Monday, February 4, 2008
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you? Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi!"
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift... Thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Rage
Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Poet Dylan Thomas
We live in times of destructive rage - from road rage to person rage. How do we rage constructively so that we can believe what is wrong can be righted; what we see as injustice can be made just; and what we see as indifference can be turned into commitment and change?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The problem with change
We are creatures of habit. We are comfortable with routine. Routine is predictable while chaos may not. It seems life always brings us to crossroads where we may be challenged to journey on a road less traveled.
I wonder what would happen to us if we changed some of our early morning rituals. How would it affect the rest of our day? Would we feel that we had missed something along the way? Any thoughts!
Friday, January 4, 2008
A Child's Christmas Gift
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Introduction
We all need traveling companions along life's journeys. We need someone we can share our innermost thoughts, our feelings and our journey. We all need a companion who will help us transcend the superficial of life and the mundane to the sublime and the inner sanctum of our lives. A traveling companion helps us discover our own spiritual path and joins us on it. They understand where we are coming from and that understanding nourishes us.
Any journey demands both a challenge and a risk; an act of faith, in what is to come because of the assurance of what is past. Yet, the challenge and risk always leads to a homecoming. And the journey home is always shorter and full of special memories because it embodies the reality of a happy ending.
All journeys are journeys of encounter with the Lord who walks with us in the cool of the evening. Sometimes, they are deadly silent; other times, they are full of travail. But all times, no matter what the occasion or circumstance, they are journeys with rather than against; journeys to rather than from; journeys indwelling rather than dissipating.
This blog is an opportunity for bloggers on a journey to connect with each other; maybe, to discover a traveling companion along the way and journey with them. Maybe, a thought, a reflection, a sharing here may become a signpost for a fellow traveler on the road of life.