Rob Bell has a new video about rediscovering wonder, finding the Kingdom again, being surprised out of cynicism. Watch it here… What do you think? What stopped you in awe today?
“The swans have taught me to pay attention.” This is an interesting comment on dance, nature, physicality and the act of paying attention, which is seen by many contemplative Christians as the very act of prayer. What does this story spark in you? What might God be saying, playfully through this incredible artistic endeavor?
Prayer of St. Bonaventure to the Holy Spirit Lord Jesus, as God’s Spirit came down and rested upon you,May the same Spirit rest on us,Bestowing his sevenfold gifts.First, grant us the gift of understanding,By which your precepts may enlighten our minds.Second, grant us counsel, by which we may followin your footsteps on the path of […]
“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” That isn’t the whole of the story. Despite our dusty origins, we’re still longing for the water. For the hovering over, for the formed in the deep. We’re thirsty for it, wandering through the deserts of our lives in search of it. The Hebrew […]
I though I’d just share a quick note to let my Anam Cara community know that we’ve moved house—sort of. For the most part, you won’t see any change to the AnamCara.com website. It looks like the old digs. The carpet’s still a bit faded in places, and the sofas still have a few odd […]
Taking a cue from mama:monk (who I deeply regret not meeting in person while I was in Michigan), I’m going to share with you some of my favorite quotes from the Festival of Faith & Writing that I attended last week in Grand Rapids. These are all from my notes, and I apologize in advance […]
April 23, 2012 “There is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hiddenly, always leaving you room to recognize him or not to recognize him, but all more fascinatingly because of that, all the more compellingly and hauntingly…. Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it […]
by Madeleine L’Engle Who is to comfort whom in this time beyond comfort this end of our time? Can I, who already have one mother, alive, oh, very alive, and not over-willing to share, be another man’s mother’s son? Perhaps if she coud hold me, as she so small a time ago held him, knowing […]