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Matthew: The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed
Martha: Which a woman hid in three measures of meal.

The practice of creating Stations of the Cross for meditative reflection on the final hours of Jesus’ life is a very old one. To this day, many Catholic and other churches have gardens or sanctuaries in which the stations are situated.

Source of physical being; help me to hear you in my body. Teach me to tend to my physical needs and be aware of my bodily conditions.

Eggs won’t stick on my magic frying pans
Spots won’t grow on my wonder-creamed hands

1 The roots of decency spread deep in the earth of Goodness, and no turmoil can disturb them.
2 In the eyes of the selfish, the upright appear to be unhinged; their humility is seen as weakness,

Can a living, vital and real faith that is true to the experience of the past, while dismissing the explanations of the past, be born anew in this generation? I believe it can and so to engage this task I issue this call to the Christian world to transform its holy words of yesterday into believable words of today. If we fail in this task there is little reason to think that Christianity, as presently understood and constituted, will survive this century.

It’s true that words are not the answer to everything. Sometimes silence is healing. Sometimes silence lets you think. Sometimes just listening, either to a friend or to God or to your own heart is all that’s needed. But when the silence is deafening, when the silence is lonely, we need to hear a word. A word of hope. A word of encouragement. A word of love.

Where are you, my Comfort?
In fears, apprehensions
Disruptions, grief, delays

O dear God, I love you!
I ache for you, my heart burns for you
and only you can quench this fire

1. The seasons of the human heart reflect the seasons of nature.
2. For most things there is a right time but for some things such as manipulation, oppression and injustice there is never a right time.

Until we discern the riches of the other tradition, any union will simply be a matter of absorption.
Uniting two traditions can create a space where a third and more life- giving form of spirituality can emerge.

The professor and mountaineer Ernest Gellner told of how he once became lost. No matter how he tried to follow his map, he could not find his way down the mountain. Then he realized that his map was of the wrong mountain.

Unlike our bodies our spirits need not be wearied by age but can become more and more lively day by day. To grow in spirit requires a vision that holds all things together.

Remembering our ancestors gives life to ourselves and also to them, for we are our ancestors and they are us.

What would happen if
I took my heavy insecurities
and slashed them into pieces
sewing them back together
into a lightweight, carefree cardigan?

What went wrong? Oh, what went wrong?

I sought to be humble
But boasted

God is my personal consultant. I have it made. She lets me kick back and relax, knowing that with her guidance, everything will go smoothly. She gives me a much-needed boost.

Before we start, we all will exit outside to the labyrinth and begin our silence. Walk the labyrinth to the center and back out while meditating on quieting and listening to the Divine within.