Spilled Coffee on Ancient Scrolls
Finding Ways to Live as Humans Fully Alive
Do you ever find yourself listening to a voice in your head that’s providing a running commentary on the moment? What if that voice wasn’t just griping about stupid paperwork that’s wasting your time? What if it started to narrate things right before they happened? For example, the voice speaks in a third person omniscient voice, “And then Kelly heard the door knock three times,” and then you hear the door knock three times.
God created the day AND the night. The light AND the darkness. He then created a balance or a rhythm between the two. A dance if you will. And in the grand scheme of things, this is a good thing. How can you truly know happiness if you’ve never been sad?
The image that most of us conjure when we think of God becoming human is a newborn lying in a manger with Mary and Joseph smiling from ear to ear. The scene evokes warm feelings of nostalgia and motherhood and wonder. Most people today don’t give much thought about the mechanics or the theology behind …
But just like in Narnia where it wasn’t good for it to always be Winter and never Christmas. It’s also important to realize that it’s not good for it to always be Summer and never football. We need Winter. We need a time of doing with less.
How we are breathing in any given moment says a lot about our emotional and spiritual health, which can potentially affect our physical health as well. How are you breathing?
We live in a society that tends to view isolation in a negative way. But the contemplatives teach us that it’s something we should seek on a regular basis as a necessary part of a healthy emotional and spiritual life. For it is here where we connect with ourselves and the divine.
I don’t know about you, but every day seems like Friday, lately. And I keep waking and hoping that at least Saturday rolls around; but no, it’s Friday again. It’s like living the movie Groundhog Day, only written and directed by Stephen King.
Feeling a little scared and overwhelmed? Me too. In this post I offer a little comfort.
The lines in our hands may not reliably reveal our future, but the cracks in our face tell of our past. In this post I reflect on how wrinkles can be a good thing.
Now here I sit, enamored with this unique thing of beauty created by the toddler. There’s not another handprint in the world exactly like it. The image represents so much potential. It displays innocence, a strong will, creativity, intelligence, in short, the image of God--and yet it was produced by a human, and therefore very fragile, for it will soon disappear with a spray and a wipe.
Spilled Coffee on Ancient Scrolls 