Author Archives: wbgayle

God loves me even when my faith withers and does not bear fruit. Forgiveness is God’s gift always freely offered to sustain, feed, and to cultivate the rich soil beneath me so that I can grow in love and share … Continue reading →

As Winter passes the baton to Spring the transition is unpredictably long. The runners are slowing down and taking their time to connect. By the time Spring leaves Winter behind Summer will be making a move to pass.

Cold rains came in torrents, hours upon hours. the soil already sodden by winter’s storms. Not a great welcome for spring! The trees hang on tightly to buds just waiting to burst into full bloom until March winds cease and … Continue reading →

God casts seeds of grace, hope, faith, love and peace. Rich soil is needed for these seeds to take root. Often, they fall on packed earth hardened by seasons parched by hate. To till the soil takes time and effort. … Continue reading →

No matter how fruitful I try to be I still worry that there are still more good works I need to do to please God. God does not care how much I do. It is the relationship God wants and … Continue reading →

God calls us to worship together in community where we witness to our faith. Sometimes there are barriers which keep me from feeling wholeness in the communal experience, the cause rooted in my human frailty.  

To truly see the face of the other, beyond the body’s subtle veil and veneer, calls one to engage in a genuine communication. This gesture of hospitality draws us into relationship with God.

One can make greater things happen with love than with hate or fear. Love does not play to win. Love has a healing effect that opens the heart, diffusing differences, changes and evil, rendering them powerless over grace.

My blessings, as countless as heaven’s stars, far too numerous to fully comprehend, inescapably brilliant, form a firmament around me. However, I need look no further than my side to glimpse their great magnitude.

There is so much clutter not only in my house and my life but in my thoughts as well. I cannot hear myself think. My brain runs on autopilot and my body moves reflexively. I need Lent to clear a … Continue reading →