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I am dancer, I am free,

I am see-er and I see,

I am mystery, I am me.

Astonishing
how little we know
of what there is
to know

Lord, I’m a bit confused – you know that song
‘They’ll know we are Christians by our love’?
I just don’t think it’s true

The Infinite Silence Speaks
through every rustle of tree leaves,
through every singing bird,
through every sound of any kind,
and through the silent spaces between the sounds.

THEME The Connecting Solitude
THOUGHTS FOR REFLECTION
The spiritual desert is not a foe to be conquered but an emptiness to be affirmed: for when we are full, we perceive nothing, but when we are empty we can receive everything.

Creation through God, the Divine Force — humans look to the facts
As I write this, even as you read it — those are certain human acts

In the beginning is the Word
W-O-R-D
And the Word is with God
And the Word is God
And the Word is the bird
That Jesus talked about

THEME The Vision that Transforms
THOUGHTS FOR REFLECTION
1. To see Christ in another human being is illumination. To see Christ in all human beings is transfiguration.

In being baptised by John, Jesus recognised that a new phase of his life was beginning. John was also publicly acknowledging that a new abundant phase of life for the world was also beginning

THEME: Awareness of Divinity –
Access to our Inner Well.
Immersion in water –
Immersion in the Earth’s life.

One of Marcus Borg’s favorite examples of how poetry enriches liturgy:

We need a cross to sign the truth
That pain is part of life,
For joys and sorrows intertwine
And growth evolves through strife.

A meandering stream runs close to a rural church dear to his childhood
With clear water in springtime, turned a sullied brown by summer’s end

THEME: The Interplay Between the Inner and Outer Worlds. The Journey to the place where we once began

Out of this house where there is no room
For the little ones that to him belong
(He is weak but he is God)

This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.

The outside shed where Jesus lay
Was home to goat and ox;
It was a dirty place to be;
Fit for the shepherds’ flocks;

If we allowed ourselves to meet God everywhere, each day would become a Christmas.