Grace comes in many expressions. It intervenes in raging arguments, calming your anger so that you do not say what you can never take back. Grace whispers thoughts of hope in desperate times, giving you the stamina to hold on through the storms of life. And grace delivers inspiration, awakening creative resources deep within your being. The power of grace is endless, silent, and powerful.
The longest battle we will ever wage is with ourselves. We will never stop finding something in ourselves or about our lives that needs attention or is worth challenging. And sometimes we have no choice but to confront ourselves. Sometimes, as in the case of a serious health diagnosis, it literally is a matter of life or death.
How will you come to me, Lord? How will I know you? How will I recognize you? I know you will come for me. You will slip into my being, perhaps in the middle of the night while I sleep. Maybe You will come for me when I am not looking for You, when I am distracted, staring into an oncoming storm, fearing my immortality...
The other day I flew to Newark, New Jersey, to give a benefit lecture on behalf of the Trenton Soup Kitchen. I have been involved with the TSK for five years now and I consider the work this charity does to be absolutely magnificent. Anyway, I arrived midday and was met by a lovely, middle-aged driver. Within minutes we were in his immaculate car heading to our destination, which, according to his GPS, was an hour away....
The response to the May Salon introducing the subject of, The Gift of Seven Extraordinary Days of Grace, has been wonderful. It’s obvious that the subject of grace remains as intriguing now as it was two thousand years ago when the graces were first named and identified.
Why has our society morphed into a society of addicts? You may balk at that question, thinking, “I’m not an addict,” but if that is your response, then you need to redefine your understanding of what qualifies as an addiction. In addition to substances, addictions include attitudes and actions. Addictions are, in effect, a choice to remain unconscious in an age rapidly moving toward a new paradigm of consciousness.
One cannot help but recall that Japan was the only nation to suffer an actual nuclear attack, which ended World War II and now it is the nation that is facing the worse nuclear accident – an extraordinary irony. But that's not the supreme irony. The real irony, as I see it, is how the media and the world is responding to the threat of a nuclear meltdown and all the damage and destruction that it will bring, not to mention the length of time that damage will last (well over a century or longer).
As we all know by now, the Earth has shifted once again. Just the slightest change from deep beneath the waters, a crack in the fabric of her lining, and islands quake while tsunami waves rush across shorelines. We awake believing the world – our world – is stable, only to learn again and again that this Earth is as much a living, breathing, moving, active instrument of life as we are. It is the grandest live organism we shall ever encounter, this wondrous Being that sustains us each second of our life.
Well, I am not a happy camper over the mid-term elections but it’s not really about the shift in the House of Representatives and all that nonsense. After these past ten years, even I have had to step back and realize that the chaos and crisis in this country has what it takes to wear out the best of us.
I wonder why people are so fascinated by the dead and yet can't bear to discuss their own mortality, the inevitability of their own death and more to the point, if their actions and life choices really do matter in the hereafter? I just saw Matt Damon's new move, HEREAFTER, in which he plays a psychic able to bridge the gap between this world and the next. He is a psychic living off the radar because he loathes his gift but as with all gifts, we cannot escape them.