PALM SUNDAY AFFIRMATION
The Gift of an “Unhardened” Heart
“Look at your heart! It tells the story of why you were made. It is not perfect in shape and contour, like a Valentine heart. There seems to be a small piece missing out of the side of every human heart. That may be to symbolize a piece that was torn out of the Heart of Christ which embraced all humanity on the cross.
“I think the real meaning is that when God made your human heart, he found it so good and so lovable that he kept a small sample of it in heaven. He sent the rest of it into this world to enjoy his gifts, and to use them as stepping stones back to him.”
–Venerable Fulton J. Sheen
I find this meditation hopeful. Do you agree?
Picnic Table by Martha Walter
We’re waiting for liberation
Making the best of the situation we are in now
Deliverance from our enemies
The wicked say there is no God,
but people of faith say God walks the world with us.
We wait for Spring picnic
Art by Jen Norton
OFF THE CUFF Writing
We are dreamers floating in a constant remaking of ourselves and the world with others, so now is a good time to come together.
Some walk in darkness as earth absorbs the deadly virus. Others see the healing light of Christ. May the power of the Holy Spirit protect our body, mind and spirit.
A THOUGHT AND MEDITATION
Heart shattered lives become more drawn to God.
Like myself, sometimes one believes but does not comprehend.
“If you hold on to me for dear life, I’ll get you out of trouble. I’ll give you a long life, give you a drink of salvation.” –Psalm 91
My mother and moi had the privilege of carrying a replica of the holy cross through the old Jerusalem streets for the 8th station where Jesus met the Women of Jerusalem. While holding the front of the cross on my shoulders, I trembled at all the grief I had given my dear Maman. I wondered what she was thinking holding the end of the cross. After that impressive experience, we continued to love each other more deeply in silence and celebrated our mutual forgiveness of each other over a delicious Jewish meal.
To the Women of Jerusalem, Jesus said:
“Do not weep for me; weep instead for yourselves and for your children.”
We did. I still do.
The Lavender Fields of Provence
OFF THE CUFF Writing
Recognizing your roots. Recognizing a special person in your life is a good thing. For me that person was my French grandmother who nurtured all the “French” in me besides my Maman Cherie.
Mame Jane saw life changing from horse and buggy to cars, plumbing and electricity to TV and seeing man walk the moon. No more than 5 feet tall, slightly rotund in the middle with her black hair spun in a thick bun, she dressed in black or violet – her faithful armor of widowhood – and an apron with pockets, one full of bonbons, the other a purple stone rosary. She gently took me under her wings, cheerfully showing me how to love everything – her cooking par excellence, praying silently, laying flowers on our family grave after Sunday Mass. I never heard a harsh word or seen an unkind deed from her. My grandmother shared her faith in silent reverence. I became her shadow. She’s the one who watered my roots as a child, while years later my mother Denyse rooted my maturity in her last hill of dreams. How blessed my roots encourage me every day.
In recognizing your roots, who is the special person who watered your roots as a child?