A blade of grass

A blade of grass

What if I were just a blade of grass? Humour me here. What if I were just a blade of grass rising out from the soil and all I had to do was bask in the sunshine?  What if, as Murray says over and over in Waiting on God, this were what it is to wait on God, … Continue reading

My heart rests

My heart rests

I spent three days in my little office this week.  Well, four perhaps – if I count the hours in there after Saturday’s graduation service when the whole place was virtually deserted but for a few graduating students trailing home, cars crammed full of boxes and dreams, the remnants of student life packaged and tied … Continue reading

Those wild promises made before God

Those wild promises made before God

Marriages that are dependent on good feelings fall apart, or at best are in for a stormy time of it.  But marriages that consistently look back to their vows, to those wild promises made before God, and that trust Him to make sense out of them, find a continual source of strength and renewal. Mike … Continue reading

The ruin of marriage

The ruin of marriage

I haven’t blogged on Mike Mason for some time.  In fact, I’m not really blogging on him today as I think this quotation from the best book I’ve ever read on marriage stands for itself. There is an important difference, however, between those who hang on and those who run away, between the marriages that last and … Continue reading

Quotidian mystics

Quotidian mystics

What is it to be a contemplative or mystic in today’s world? Something someone said a few weeks back has echoed around my mind ever since and this question is not going away.  Kathleen Norris answers that question this way in The Quotidian Mysteries: …the true mystics of the quotidian are not those who contemplate holiness in … Continue reading

Hidden in the secret of his presence

Hidden in the secret of his presence

I’ve been reading in Simone Weil’s Waiting on God again.  It fascinates me how sometimes Jesus brings the same word through multiple sources.  Apparently unconnected, they build upon one another to reiterate the identical message.  Present to him first and, for now, to him only.  This time, though, the language is not of presence but of attending.  Attending … Continue reading

He tames my soul

He tames my soul

Listen to this from Simone Weil’s Waiting on God which describes so well a dynamic which I’ve noticed in me: The soul seeks nothing so much as contact…with God; but at the same time it flies from it.  When the soul flies from anything it is always trying to get away, either from the horror of ugliness, or … Continue reading

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Present to him and to my self.  Absent – for now – to people.  That was what it was going to be. He’s said it clearly enough, after all.  And he’s shown me how this thing, because it will overflow in time to others, is not inconsistent with the biggest theological treasure which I have … Continue reading

Risking wild grace

Risking wild grace

I see a little girl, dwarfed by the gift box which she is carrying.  Barely able to get her arms around enough of it that she will not drop it.  Unable to see round the corners of this trust which she is holding so tightly, and staggering slightly as she embraces its enormity. That little girl is … Continue reading