When the crowd saw that neither Jesus nor his disciples were there, they themselves got into boats and came to Capernaum looking for Jesus. And when they found him across the sea they said to him, “Rabbi, when did you … Continue reading
Jesus summoned the Twelve and began to send them out two by two and gave them authority over unclean spirits. He instructed them to take nothing for the journey but a walking stick—no food, no sack, no money in their … Continue reading
Awake, watching, praying, before he would make his sacrifice on that hallowed day, Jesus, Our Lord, thought of us. His one possession, his chosen people, his beloved Bride, he lifted up before the face of His Father. For the whole of humanity, he heaved and sighed. Having all the glory of true God and true man, he makes himself small, meek, vulnerable. His human nature shivers, beholding the divine. His divine nature gazes with compassion on the human.
The sinless, loaded with our burdens, the deathless, tasting our brokenness and the immutable, amidst our world of frivolity, hatred and chaos. Our Savior! Our pleading, praying Savior! How did he feel when pondering the cross to come, trembling in his vestments of flesh before history’s greatest sacrifice? His churning soul felt all our fear, our insecurities, toils, needs and longings. His strong hands which crafted, carved, blessed, absolved, fed the poor, cured the sick, drove out demons, folded most-lovingly. Our sweet oblation bowed his sweet head.
O pleading Savior, beg freedom for your people in exile. Make our prayers your very own!
Clouds of sweet incense hung in the air. The small chapel was dimly lit, almost dark except for a few candles, which guarded the altar. They cast golden light on my face as I eyed the little, covered tabernacle seated … Continue reading
The Lover’s Heart. For the love of Christ compels us – 2 Corinthians 5:14 Love is never satisfied existing inside itself. By nature, love radiates outward. Any man professing love will display … Continue reading
Evening tinted the small chapel’s stained-glass windows. Since I’d arrived late to Mass, I wedged myself awkwardly next to a mother and her two children. From the back, a little child’s voice hollered out then quieted. That was the only … Continue reading
Meek, gentle, pure, your beauty makes the heart ache. Holy warmth radiates from your figure, fair and white. I wish to embrace. Longing fills the deepest void, to make all that is yours, my own. and all that is my … Continue reading