By Melodious Monk
There are many wonderful qualities to light;
-Light of the world
-starlight…..just to name a few.
One of the amazing properties of light in nature is the drawing power it has. Plant life will do amazing things to “find the light.” Either through bending, reshaping, or re-routing, plants are tenacious in finding a way to get to their life-giving light. These fall days are getting shorter, but as we begin our procession toward the hopeful season of Advent, let’s remember to start searching and bending to find our much-needed Light.
A Willing Spirit
While chanting Psalm 51 this morning at Lauds, this phrase caught my attention:
“…et spiritu promptissimo confirma me” (…and give me a willing spirit).
What struck me was the word translated as “willing” is “promptissimo,” and from which is derived our word “prompt.” I ran home and looked up the Latin translation which reads “The most eager.” So, that phrase from Psalm 51 could be read in English as “…and give me the most eager spirit.”
The response to the first half of the verse is: ‘Restore to me the joy of my salvation.” I asked the Lord to tell me what he wanted to be said today. When I saw the word “promptissimo,” I knew instantly that I had my answer. I gave a prompt and resounding “thank you” to God for having answered me so readily! In that word, he told me he was listening to my prayer and that my joy would return in quick response of thanks to him! Amazing — all within one word in the middle of a chant recitation!
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By Sr. Nun Other
Today we celebrated the Feast Day of Simeon, a man to be admired for his simplicity of heart. Fame, fortune, and great accomplishments were not on his resume; instead, we find written these words, “Lord, now let your servant depart in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and for glory to your people Israel.”
By Melodious Monk
A sacrifice is not, as so many people imagine, a mortification; it is not something that is meritorious according to its degree of unpleasantness; on the contrary, in real sacrifice, there is a joy which surpasses all other joys, it is the crescendo and culmination of love. -Caryll Houselander
This is an interesting quote from an early 20th century British mystic and poet. It’s difficult for people, even many Christian people, to not view God as an authorial figure who is constantly judging, accruing and tallying the results of our every day. We’ve all been taught since early Sunday school that God loves us unconditionally, and thank God he does. But, do we really take advantage of this gift of sacrifice?
Sacrifice can be defined as: the act of giving up something that you want to keep especially in order to get or do something else or to help someone.
I laugh at the phrase that Houselander uses to describe our human viewpoint of sacrifice, imagined as “according to its degree of unpleasantness.” I know I childishly base many decisions each day on this “degree” of unpleasantness! What I don’t usually keep measure of, and perhaps should start, is joy. If true joy is something I desire each day, then a new way to look at sacrifice would be to realize that any sacrificial acts will help crescendo my daily “degree” of joy, and perhaps decrease my degree of unpleasantness!
By Renaissance Girl
Someone sent me an email on Saturday night that made me angry. On an impulse, I sat down and sent them an angry email right back! I knew I would regret giving in to the temporary relief of lashing back, and I even said as much in my reply. Normally, I pretend I’m not upset, console myself by playing out various venomous responses in my mind, and then store them away for future ammunition. This time, I wanted to do it differently. I hit “send” on the email, and on the way out of the room I ran into a friend. “How are you?” she asked. So I told her about the email I received, and my tort reply, and then I asked, “How do I do it — how can I be honest but not mean?” She said, “Just keep talking to God and asking him what he wants to teach you about yourself.”
So I re-read the email and asked God what he wanted to show me. I tried not to focus on what I thought the other person’s problem was. And I knew for what I needed to take responsibility
I went back to the person on the other end of my email rant and apologized. And here’s something I learned: When I focus on what God thinks of me, and what HE wants to say to me, then I don’t put so much pressure on people to assure me that I’m OK. And when I’m not putting pressure on others, we can just talk like two people doing the best we can to move towards God.
On my mind
At Lauds this morning, I found myself quite distracted. The more I chanted, the more distracted I became. By the time we arrived at the final psalm — the Praise Psalm — I was in no mood to praise anyone or anything, let alone the Lord who I knew was hearing every word going through my head!
Then something happened. We were a few verses into the psalm when I realized I was being swept along with it. The psalm and the chant had simply moved in and taken over my thoughts.. I was not overwhelmed by any large emotion, no “lightning bolt,” but rather a “still, small Voice” which was making itself heard through the chant. That moment left me more able to ask God what was upsetting me, and for me to hear His answer. I am so grateful that He used the chant that way — to let me know what was really on my mind!
By Sr. Nun Other
I had a plan for this morning. Rise early and get busy. I woke up at 4:30 to the sound of rain drops riding on a cool breeze, and like Mary (for once), chose the better portion. I listened to the rain’s unique music, and then drifted into a more peaceful sleep. There are moments in time prepared by God to bless us. In my agenda driven mind, I often miss or override their importance to the structure and balance of the day. I force my will, working hard and accomplishing little, because I’m out of sync with God. He sends love our way each day, when we’re open to receive it.
By Melodious Monk
Back in the spring, there where some extra zinnia seedlings available near our potting shed. Not really knowing what a zinnia was, I grabbed a flat of tiny seedlings, figuring I would try planting them somewhere. With almost no root, and just a short razor thin green top, I worried these wispy seedlings would never last outdoors. But with nothing to loose, we planted them quickly in an empty corner of the front garden bed were a small tree recently had been removed. The seedlings got partial sun and I watered them occasionally at first, but mostly just left them to Mother Nature. They started to grow, albeit slowly, not looking like much, and I was often surprised they were even still alive.
Last week I walked by and saw a beautiful purple flower! I stopped and starred, almost in disbelief, at this large single purple flower beaming atop the end of a sturdy three foot stalk. It made me smile, and marvel again at the genius of creation.
By Renaissance Girl
I find myself confronted today with things in myself that I don’t like to admit. For one thing, I am determined to hang on to control of my own life — and it’s not working out very well with my vow of obedience to God. I like to think I am available with an attitude of “here I am Lord,” but that is far from the truth. I feel myself resisting to my core — reinforcing a wall around my heart.
The painful part is admitting that my way is not always best. My pride screams out that this can’t be possible. I doggedly hang on to my way, even when it’s squeezing life out of me. I sat down this morning and thought, “I need a word about hard hearts.” I proceeded to open my daily devotional email. And there it was: “Today if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts,” Psalm 95.
We just heard yesterday in church about how the Israelites doubted God even though he had rescued them and provided for them. But he wasn’t doing it the way THEY wanted, and their anger led them to even question God’s presence. The remarkable thing though, is that, despite their grumbling, God still provided water for His people in the wilderness. His love baffles me — because it is not how I love. He will do whatever it takes to bring us to where he has called us to be.
The meditation by Oswald Chambers that went with today’s scripture:The words of the Lord hurt and offend until there is nothing left to hurt or offend. Jesus Christ has no tenderness whatever toward anything that is ultimately going to ruin a man in the service of God.