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 it with others.
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 sun’s warmth returns.
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.
The reward is a bountiful harvest.
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 not a list of my accomplishments.
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 path for Jesus.
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