Resurrection Clothes

Transfigured, Transformed Jesus, just as You on the mountain with Moses and Elijah, whitening, brightening in the sight of those with eyes to see, were changed from inside out, that what was in your soul shone forth as light, called forth a burst of joyful pride from the One-Beyond-All-Form: “My Son, my focus of delight!” So are we called in this our ordinary life to shine, be changed, be light. As Elijah, so Elisha. As our Lord, so we, watching You with laser eyes, trained to see You everywhere, will be transfigured, be transformed, shine bright. And shining, move as You did toward the Cross, that light may burst across the universe as our particle ignites. 12/14/19 Inspired by the story of Jesus’s Transfiguration in Matthew 17:2 (and commentary) and the invitation to us in Romans 12:1-2 in The Message Devotional Bible .

Prayer to Our Lady Untier of Knots (For those unfamiliar with this practice or its history, see notes and link below.) Dear Mother Mary, Mother of God, given at the foot of the Cross by your son Jesus to John and thus to me and to all the world, I come to you today in trustful love because you are my Mother [and the Mother of                                            for whom I pray]. You see how tangled and tied in knots are the ribbons of our lives. Please untie these knots:      state your intention      , so we can live more fully in the peace and joy of Christ. Holy Mother of God and our Mother, teach us and lead us to do our part, and to wait in patient t...

Jesus Wept Yes, but before that, and after, You groaned, so deeply toubled, even angry, one translator says and as the word in Greek implies: embrimaomai (almost unpronounceable, the word itself has so much weight). You felt that, Lord, and You exuded that, so much that those who saw, and felt, could tell how much you loved Your brother Lazarus. Anger, then. A strong reaction to a death, but don’t we all, who love the dead, the dying know that anger at the loss? We even blame You, Lord, or Your Father, or Someone who “should have been there,” could have stopped this! Why oh why did this have to be? And then the weeping, Then again the anger. Why? We must let go, though, let You handle this. The grain of wheat must die to bear more life. You have ordained it so. The rising from the dead or nearly dead, is rare, we know. And therefore anger here, and tears. It is all right, we know: embrimaomai. For Bernie and Pollyanna, 6/1/19 ...