"In the Christian liturgical calendar, we refer to the four weeks before Christmas as "Advent." For Christians, this is a time of expectation, of looking forward to the birth of Jesus. Perhaps surprisingly, I feel closest to my Jewish brothers and sisters during the Advent season. Christians, of course, believe Jesus to be the Messiah, but we also look forward to his second coming at the end of time. Traditionally, Jews expect the messiah to come as well, but when he does, it will be for the first time. When the Messiah finally comes, we'll ask him together whether it is his first or second coming, but for now, we will long for a world of justice and peace together."
Do you agree the word itself seems to sing?
At one time or another serendipity shows
up in everyone's life.
Sometimes, we say, "it's a miracle."
And other times it just seems strange, right?
Today serendipity hit me right in my google
search. I began to type a mundane word,
and immediately "St Mary Euphrasia"
(Rose Virginie Pelletier) completed itself in my search.
Good Shepherd Nuns interned at Rangoon City Jail during WWII
Serendipity or miracle. . .as it happens today is the 200th birthday of this saint
who founded the Order of the Sisters of
the Good Shepherd. (An order of nuns
that first drew my thoughts to religious
life when I was sixteen years old.)
(My short essay on these Sisters was
accepted for publication some years ago.
And like many writers, I wait to see if it will
find its way into print.)
Now here comes the question: Why/How
did this happen today of all days?
Is there some young woman out there
who needs to read about this French nun--
maybe a religious vocation thought for someone?
Or. . . perhaps I am just being given the opportunity
to say, Happy Birthday! Rose Virginie Pelletier.
Pray for us.
More and more it happens. . . you're in a store and a song from your youth begins playing. First you hum along and then all the words come back and you sing it--trying to keep it to yourself. Now if we were happy little birds, we wouldn't dream, would we. We'd peck at flowers and move on to another happy taste.
- John, Chapter 15 We thank God for all those men and women who gave their life for us, in order that we might enjoy the freedoms we have today. And God bless all veterans on this Memorial Day. . . May they know we are grateful for their brave service in keeping our country safe. *Note: thank you, Sandee.
Two years ago on this date I began posting
to this Blog: 218 posts and over 200 images.
I have heard from readers as far away as Alaska.
My thanks go out to each of you for taking time
to look/see what was on my mind.
How To Celebrate?
Some of you may recall my mentioning Mother
Antonia Brenner (The Prison Angel). Many of you
may know the facts of her life. If not I would
encourage you to read the book about her
written by two Washington Post reporters.
This woman who gave up everything, always had a
smile for those she met because she loved as
Jesus did. Unconditionally.
I was blessed to catch one of Mother's kisses with my
camera in 2008. It is not a perfect photo but the love
that she sent out on that day was for everyone!
And so to celebrate . . .
if you would like a 5x7 copy of this image to download, please email me and I will be happy to answer with a high resolution of this photo for you.
Mother Antonia always signed her notes/letters with
Peace, Love, and Mercy.
And so I close this day with Mother's words & my gratitude.
We (should) all know: Abraham Lincoln was born on this day in 1809 & Charles Darwin was also born this day in 1809.
NOW . . .
Because it is very cold on the East Coast; because the day we celebrate love is near; and because I enjoy a bit of wine--a poem by Thomas Campion (physician, composer, and poet).
NOW WINTER NIGHTS
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
They shorten tedious nights.
Most people are not comfortable with the word. Though people of faith look at death differently. Faith tells us that as our physical life comes to an end our new (forever) life begins. It is a profound consolation as we mourn.
On January 28, 1986, the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up, taking the lives of its seven crew members. We watched the disaster on television screens in our home. Today we mourn again those brave souls who gave us both a dream and the reality of the unknown. God Bless them and the families they left behind.
On January 28, 1985 a quiet widow died. She had no children but I was blessed to be her niece. I smile now as I recall our last visit and what she told me.