Learn how to open your hand from your very own poverty. ~Pope Francis
While these words may not be for you, they are words of which I need to be reminded: On this Thanksgiving Day that so many of us in the United States will experience abundance at the table, may we awaken to the poverty in which we live when we have so much in our hands that we’re unable to even open them toward the gifts of our neighbor.
Not meant to be a downer, rather an opener to all God’s goodness and grace.
During the conference, I was smitten by the lyrics of “Light Dawns on a Weary World” written by Mary Louise Bringle.
Light dawns on a weary world when eyes begin to see all people’s dignity. Light dawns on a weary world: the promised day of justice comes.
The trees shall clap their hands; the dry lands, gush with springs; the hills and mountains shall break forth with singing! We shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace, as all the world in wonder echoes shalom.
Love grows in a weary world when hungry hearts find bread and children’s dreams are fed. Love grows in a weary world: the promised feast of plenty comes.
Hope blooms in a weary world when creatures, one forlorn, find wilderness reborn. Hope blooms in a weary world: the promised green of Eden comes.
…and grace leads us, presente, moviendo, impulsando.
notes from worship at All Peoples Church in Milwaukee, WI, on Sept. 18, 2016
Manantiales en el Desierto… Streams in the Desert
This image served as inspiration for a mural painted at the Lutheran Church Manantiales en el Desierto in the community of Guazapa, El Salvador, in February 2016.
Deeply felt love requires expression. ~Sr John Miriam Jones
My life flows on in endless song…
shalom… the horizon that awakens our longing
Eternity is at our heart. ~Thomas Kelly