For a sweet, small Thanksgiving with friends. I love hosting parties with my husband. And I love having people in our home. I’m thankful that we already had relationships here in SF and that we didn’t have to be alone on such a big day. For plane tickets to see our families over Christmas. For Monday night hang outs with The Mister. For how tired I am at 9 o’clock and how that means my day was full of hard work. Hard work is good. Brooksie has started saying sentences. But they … [Read more...]
How He Entered
“…a son, a male child, who will rule all nations with an iron scepter.” -Revelation 12:5 He entered, not a barn, not a hay-filled nursery, but a galaxy, a kingdom groaning for his rule. He arrived, not from a young woman, trembling and homeless, but a queen enthroned in stars. We saw him, one fleshy hand raised in reflex, as if in his infancy, we might grasp deliverance. He was found, not in David’s town, not in swaddling cloths, an unknown child wiggling in straw, but as a hero … [Read more...]
Christ’s Mother Reflects, His Childhood
“and for him to see me mended / I must see him torn.” -Luci Shaw “Mary’s Song” He stood at the door, wet-faced and panting. in his hands three baby birds. They’re hungry, he sniffed, nested them in a bowl with grass, fed them worms until they died. After, I held him for an hour, his soul too much for this world. Who doesn’t want normal for her son? Yet he chose the lonely of the children, played ball with the friendless. He was quiet, sat with me long hours, watching: the … [Read more...]
{Practicing Benedict} Humility
"Holy Scripture, brethren, cries out to us, saying, 'Everyone who exalts himself shall be humbled,and he who humbles himself shall be exalted' (Luke 14:11). In saying this it shows us that all exaltation is a kind of pride, against which the Prophet proves himself to be on guard when he says, 'Lord, my heart is not exalted, nor are mine eyes lifted up; neither have I walked in great matters, nor in wonders above me'" (Ps. 131:1). -The Rule of St. Benedict, Chapter 7 Just in case you assumed … [Read more...]
Darkness
"For Behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people; but the Lord shall rise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee, and the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising." -Handel’s Messiah (from Isaiah, chapter 60) “Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb, / Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment. -John Donne “La Corona” We are all some mother’s child, all born through great pain, then a flood of release, an … [Read more...]
Because I love Jesus so much…
We're talking about Christmas songs at the lunch table. I say, "My favorite song is 'Silent Night'. I like to sing it when it's Christmas Eve and the church is dark except for all the candles glowing in every person's hands." "I don't like that song." My three-year-old says. "But it's really beautiful." "Hmmmm." He takes bite of cheese quesadilla. This is the start of the days his 13-year-old self will use that word to answer every question I ask. I'm feeling talkative, like I need to prove … [Read more...]
Pancakes, baby kindness, cards addressed, Mary ‘[curled] in a brown pod’
And the list goes on... Listening to Chris Hohorst (Chris Hohorst!) making up a song with August at bedtime: "I'm in the nook! I'm in the reading nook!" How my baby holds his blankey to my face or his pacifier to my mouth...sharing what he loves most with his mama. (Oh, and "MahMahMahMah," he says.) August putting baby Jesus to bed so sweetly. A meaningful conversation with one of my college girls on my couch, 9 pm during finals week. A kitchen table full of 18-year-old girls, eating … [Read more...]
The Lord is With Thee
The Lord is With Thee -from the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1 They hail me Mary, full of grace. They bless me: brave, obedient—holy. What would you have said to the twelve-foot, light-soaked man, a gold flecked tower whose honey lips spoke your name? I said Yes. Then ran, traveled days, silent, hungry, purging in the grass, to my cousin’s. I knew nowhere else to go. I found Elizabeth, impossibly, full with child. She, fifty and bare, as pregnant as I, thirteen, unknown. We, an absurd … [Read more...]

















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