Saturday, July 19, 2014

Weeds and Wheat: On the necessity of conserving time and energy only for things that truly matter

Save your breath for things that matter. Work for the only thing that prevails in the end. Wasting time paying too much attention to the misdeeds, wrongdoings, obnoxiousness and stubbornness of others saps you of life. Use your limited time doing and being good. Let them waste theirs doing and being otherwise. Sure you may once in a while try to correct, help and guide them if doing so is warranted but just don't push too hard. Harvest time is yet to come. Make sure to be on the right side when it does. (cf. Matthew 13:24-43)

Monday, July 7, 2014

Back to Mama's Breast

They already had their fill of you.

Bread-multiplying and fishes net-bursting and wine flowed past the brim.

They have already done whatever they wanted to make of you:

A friend, a clown, a teacher, and provider;

An enemy, a king, a fool and entertainer.

They have consumed you, and praised you,

maligned and adored you,

and some just stared blankly at you.

They already had their fill of you.

It's time to claim your rest.

You are my son, my babe, my precious little one.

Come now to mama's breast.



Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Two Yokes In Matthew 11:25-30

The yoke in the gospel is of two kinds.

One of them burdens, the other uplifts.

One leads to misery and exhaustion. The other leads to happiness and refreshment.

The yoke that burdens is the yoke of SELFISHNESS and PRIDE.

The yoke that uplifts is the yoke of SELFLESSNESS and HUMILITY.

The latter is the yoke of Jesus.

This is what he offers in exchange of the one that drains life out of each of us.

Let us find rest in Jesus!

Let us take up the yoke of Jesus!




Eπιτάφιος

Grateful to my dear Missionaries of Mary friends: Sr. Katarzyna, Sr. Rachel, Sr. Edith and Sr. Sophie, whose mother sent us this most precious gift, a high-quality print-on-cloth of an Eπιτάφιος (Epitaphios: cloth-icon of the burial of the Savior).

We consecrated the Eπιτάφιος after celebrating the First Saturday Eucharist.

"Noble Joseph took down your most pure body from the tree, wrapped it in a clean shroud, covered it with spices and laid it in a new tomb..."