ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE
And Jesus said to his disciples, “Suppose one of you should go to a friend’s house at midnight and say, ‘Friend, let me borrow three loaves of bread. A friend of mine who is on a trip has just come to my house and I don’t have any food for him!’. And suppose your friend should answer from inside, ‘Don’t bother me! The door is already locked, and my children and I are in bed. I can’t get up and give you anything.’
“Well, what then? I tell you that even if he will not get up and give you the bread because you are his friend, yet he will get up and give you everything you need because you are not ashamed to keep on asking.
“And so I say to you: Ask, and you will receive; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. For those who ask will receive, and those who seek will find and the door will be opened to anyone who knocks.
“Would any of you who are fathers give your son a snake when he asks for fish? Or would you give him a scorpion when he asks for an egg? As bad as you are, you know how to give good things to your children. How much more, then, will the Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”
– The Gospel of Luke, 11:5-13
(Good News Bible)
“Always say “yes” to the present moment. What could be more futile, more insane, than to create inner resistance to what already is? What could be more insane than to oppose life itself, which is now and always now?
“Surrender to what is. Say ‘yes’ to life — and see how life suddenly starts working for you rather than against you.”
― Eckhart Tolle, author of ‘The Power of Now’
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole —
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon’s rictus
He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness
Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.
Over and over the old, granular movie
Exposes embarrassments–the mizzling days
Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,
Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,
A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.
He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue —
How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!
Those sugary planets whose influence won for him
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.
Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.
Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.
[only part of the whole; by Sylvia Plath, 1939 – 1963]
RIGHT WITH GOD
“Now that we have been put right with God through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. He has brought us by faith into this experience of God’s grace, in which we now live. And so we boast of the hope we have of sharing God’s glory! We also boast of our troubles, because we know that trouble produces endurance, endurance brings God’s approval, and his approval creates hope. This hope does not disappoint us, for God has poured out his love into our hearts by means of the Holy Spirit, who is God’s gift to us.”
– Paul’s Letter to the Romans 5: 1-5
(Good News Bible)
“You can learn more about human nature by reading the Bible than by living in New York.”
– William Lyon Phelps, 1865-1943, American journalist
That elusive thing keeping us going
That lubricator of motivation
That gives life its meaning
That precious ingredient amply
Bestowed on some, and not all
That seed needing nurturing
To produce belief in the greater god;
The feeling that no matter how
Bad a life, its maker understands
Forgives and loves:
That balm of peace.
That ointment of comfort.
That destroyer of fear.
That redeeming grace.
24 July 2013
AUGUST IS THE MONTH
“Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating –
Where will all come home?”
From ‘Where Go The Boats?’ by Robert Louis Stevenson
THERE ARE PEOPLE FALLING DOWN
“But if people had that deep respect for the dignity of poor people, I am sure it would be easy for them to come closer to them, and to see that they, too, are the children of God, and that they have as much right to the things of life and of love and of service as anybody else. In these times of development, everybody is in a hurry and everybody’s in a rush, and on the way there are people falling down who are not able to compete. These are the ones we want to love and serve and take care of.”
– Mother Teresa of Calcutta
A PRAYER FOR HEALING
“Lord, look upon me with eyes of mercy. May your healing hand rest upon me. May your lifegiving powers flow into every cell of my body and into the depths of my soul, cleansing, purifying, restoring me to wholeness and strength for service in your Kingdom. Amen.”
– Catholic Online
on the lawns
Pimms jugs crackling;
in the sky
an airplane drones, then another –
in between, placidity:
on the water
a moorhen’s cry;
this pond, thickly green
like jelly under a crust of glass
a bird’s flight slices through it;
on the courts
the thud of tennis balls
then a triumphant male shout;
from the earth
the summer heat rising –
Life’s noises reprising
day in and out.
16 July 2013