Not all theophanies are nice! I enjoy working in the garden. I like to be physically active and co-creating with God! I haven’t been doing much creating lately, just a lot of clearing. But clearing has to be done…out with the old before in with the new. Clearing out the old can sometimes be a… Continue reading Of Bees, Bambinos and Butterflies (Theophanies Part Two)
A theophany is a manifestation of God to us. Something visual that expresses God’s presence and character. It comes from the greek words meaning ‘God’ and ‘to show.’ It comes through our sensual means of communication. It is an experience of the body that in turn affirms our rightly ordered bodily experiences. As we probably… Continue reading A Bit of Give and Take (Theophanies Part One)
Blessed is the onewho does not walk in step with the wickedor stand in the way that sinners takeor sit in the company of mockers,but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,and who meditates on his law day and night.That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,which yields its fruit… Continue reading Stay Close to the Source
Oh well I’m the type of guy who will never settle downWhere pretty girls are well, you know that I’m aroundI kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the sameI hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my nameThey call me the wanderer, yeah the wandererI roam around… Continue reading A Wandering Aramean
I have to leave my garden. The monastery of Mount St. Joseph Abbey is to close and I am heartbroken. My garden has been helping me to grow these past three plus years. I have planted seeds in the warmth and comfort of an indoor bathroom. When they were young but sturdy I re-potted them… Continue reading Garden Purgatory
I was tempted to entitle this piece, ‘I’m A Failure!’ It is just over one week into Lent and I’ve broken half of the things I’d promised God to give up, already! Then The Lord gently reminded me that He was in charge…he reminded me that I had been sick with a cold virus all… Continue reading Tone It Down
I spend my nights down on the wharf in unlit alleywaysNext to the church downtown where Sally praysCome down sometime, we’ll eat a rusty can of corn, yeahAnd listen to the radio, I love you, I love you, it says Where did your heart go?Did you put it on a train?Did you leave it in… Continue reading Worthy (not Worthy)
I overheard a conversation recently on the appropriate way to refer to something we watch on the screen as being either a “movie” or a “film” (or as we say in Co. Kerry, a “fillum”). I had never really considered this before and felt that the two terms were interchangeable. For serious partakers of the… Continue reading It Moved Me
The character Amos Hart, from the musical ‘Chicago’, made an appearance in my last blog on God as our advocate. Being instantly forgettable as he is, he remained a brief and passing comment, until now. It got me thinking, always a dangerous thing to do, about the nature of our humanity rightly ordered to God,… Continue reading Cellophane
And I charged your judges at that time, ‘Hear the cases between your brethren, and judge righteously between a man and his brother or the alien that is with him. You shall not be partial in judgment; you shall hear the small and the great alike; you shall not be afraid of the face of… Continue reading The Eternal Courtroom Drama
Brother Alberic 