It’s been a little quiet around here since Saturday. Sorry about that.
I’ve been feeling a little uninspired this week.
While I search for inspiration (that doesn’t involve a long rant) — here’s a little video I shot on my Flip UltraHD Camcorder Saturday afternoon from the window in my office…
My boys…
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back; I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there, too — your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful — I can’t take it all in!
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; you know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.
I’ll never understand the depths of what God knows — but knowing he knows me, my Life and my boys is an amazing comfort.
Yup, I’m so there.
From Brother Sun, Sister Moon:
I was in darkness, but Brother Sun illuminated my soul and now I can see so clearly…
Continue reading The simple calling of St. Francis of Assisi
Love is the final fight.
May we learn to seek justice. Encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow.
May we love the oppressed and the oppressor.
The song that sparked Tuesday’s questions:
It’s sure easy to sing these words but I really doubt we believe them — and perhaps even more disturbing — we don’t live like we believe them.
If Jesus’ love really has no bounds, shouldn’t our love have no bounds?
And if our love has no bounds, I think that means we’ve got some serious changing to do…
What do you think?