When the sunlight is just right,
when the haze has wrapped the
mountains in a soft gray cloth,
when the pale green palo verdes
put on their yellow dresses,
when the wind sits still and
doesn’t rearrange the scenery,
and when I turn a corner and
see this…I have to stop on the
side of the road and just be in
the moment of mysterious beauty.
Have you noticed, too? I’ll bet you
said “Thank You”, didn’t you? The
inherent response to sacred reality.
Thank you.
It’s always good to catch your breath when you walk or hike a trail. Or, ride a bike along the wonderful Tucson bike pathway system. Pausing is even better when you can find a beautiful resting spot like the one provided by this friendly Palo Verde tree. But the pathway beckons. Discovery happens when you follow The Path, not when you lounge in the shade. The pathway I follow, the way of Jesus in his life and teachings, is not always as straight and smooth as this one, but it contains great things yet to discover, and plenty of opportunities to experience creation’s creative power. So, rest when you need to…but stay on the path. It’s the adventure of a lifetime. Lifetime and more. Blessings to you as the sun rises on this quiet Friday morning.
I wonder how many flower photographs I’ve taken over the years. As I look at a folder about to burst from so many beautiful flowers, it dawns on me that I am a full-face photographer. Smile! Look at the camera! Click, and the lovely flower is captured, straight on. But I think I will add to those “open wide, say aaaaaah” shots some profiles because that perspective tells a different story. There is beauty still, but of a different sort…the colors vary, the support system is revealed, branches and leaves make the flower even more attractive. I just need to remind myself to change perspective once in a while, look at things from a different direction.
Works with people, too. The old saying: “Never judge a book by its cover” makes sense here. If all you want is a colorful book for display or decoration, then the cover alone will do. But it’s the story between the covers that counts. People are so multi-dimensional, so diverse in life experience, beliefs, personal opinions and attitudes and to miss those characteristics is to miss the real person. A word of advice and a word of caution: be a good listener; don’t do all the talking. Affirm and appreciate differences; be open to diversity. Be grateful for your friend’s willingness to share; hold it all gently. Caution: the risk in changing perspective is that the new perspective might change you. I think truth or insight are revealed when I dare to open my certainty to possibility. I think, too, that’s the way the Spirit works. That’s one of the important things I hear from the Risen One, that’s what he taught in his life. Look at the world from a different direction, try the new, don’t just shoot pictures of flowers from one direction because a different beauty is in the profile.
Just something to think about as the sun comes up on a Thursday morning. Thanks be to Christ who leads us to the fullness of life.
If there were no clouds, would the golden light be as bright?
Without the mountain, would the morning rays scatter across the sky?
The straight-line horizon serves as a very fine entry point for the early sun,
but nothing projects the beauty like those mountains. Cast in soft gray as the first fingers of light wave to the waiting world, the mountain plays the minor role, at least for the moment. Ah, but wait.
The sunset will come. And then the starring role belongs to the rugged canyons, the sharp peaks, the majestic stature of the Catalinas. Best of all, the play never stops. It is a treat to the eye everyday. Light shining through the somber gray of early morning. Light shouting to the world in the late afternoon. Light in the world…Light of the world. Light living beyond all restraints. Light filling the spaces and the spirits. Light lives and moves among us. Thanks be to God!
il est ressuscite
el he resucitado
BiH BOCKPEC
es ist auferstaden
vstal z mrtvych
a risorto
He is risen!
HE IS RISEN! INDEED!
GLORIOUS EASTER TO ALL!!
I try to imagine what it must have been like for that handful of humanity in the first century who saw their teacher and friend arrested, tried and executed within a matter of hours. But I can’t.
I try to imagine what it must feel like to live under a brutal dictatorship like the one that existed in Germany in the late 1930s. But I can’t. Or to try to survive in a war-ravaged country like Ukraine as invading forces rip at the heart of the nation. It’s not possible.
When the sun rises on Sunday morning, we will sing and rejoice. And we must, but we dare not forget that suffering still exists around the world and down the street, that our celebration is also a call to sacred solidarity with the least and the left-behind. The Good News is not about possessing the combination to heaven’s gate, it’s about food enough and drying tears and standing with. Easter is not about what I possess, it is about what I profess…and about the principles that inform how I live day after day.
Easter re-defines the word neighbor. But that’s not a new idea, is it. “Who is my neighbor?” the curious man asked. Who, indeed. Ask the One who is greater than time or tombs. You’ll know him by his hands and his side. Watch and wait. He’ll find you. And when he does, he will lead you to the threshold of life. Crossing that threshold…well, that takes some Easter courage. But, take heart. You won’t be alone.
Now I rise from blessed sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should wake before I die,
give me strength to work and try
to share your love with no restraint,
to know your joy, to laugh and paint
the cloudless sky with brilliant gold;
O Lord, this day may my wings unfold
and lift me closer yet to you.
Then, when this lovely day is through,
may I find my rest once more in sleep,
trusting that you watch and keep
my soul in the palm of your hand.
Amen
It’s the light that does it. The flower is beautiful, but it’s the light that brings out the delicate textures and causes the flower to glow. Light does that. Think about that time when you were having trouble remembering something, then the lost memory came back into your mind and you said: “Oh, the light just came on!” Or, that time when I said to my friend: “That was very enlightening. Thank you.” Light brings clarity, reveals, renews, gives life. The stunning flower in the photo could not have lived without light.
May the lovely flower bless you today. We need beauty in our lives. And we need light…to see, to grow, to find our way through difficult or dark times. “I am the light of the world.” “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it.” Today we enter a calendar week in which it seems that darkness wins over light, evil prevails. But the beautiful truth is that neither terrible times, nor tyrants, nor tombs can overcome Light. The Light lived in the amazing life of Jesus, and The Light lives now as a spiritual Presence that shines in and through you. You are the embodiment of Light. We are Christ in the world. “Let your light shine before others so that they may see…” May see Christ yet working in the world.
The flower is beautiful because the light shines through it. You are beautiful because The Light shines through you. As I write this, the first rays of morning light are rising above the mountains. Fitting, isn’t it. Here comes the Light.
A sign of the times. Pay attention! Summer in the Sonoran Desert sends people away, we call them Snowbirds. The human population is reduced. Watch out Michigan, Wisconsin and other summer-proofed states, here they come! And those of us who tough it out during the summer season begin to see signs, like the one in the photograph, reminding that we have new neighbors who are not as hospitable as the ones who just left. These new neighbors are reclusive, unwelcoming, very protective about their land and known to defend themselves with a wicked tongue. Come to think of it, I used to have a neighbor just like that. But he didn’t bite. Yes, we are in the midst of a population shift. A sign of the times.
Anything else going on that we might call a cosmic shift? There are some signs out, like the black smudge you got on your forehead weeks ago on Ash Wednesday, or the palm branches people will wave soon, or the Maundy Thursday reenactments of the Last Supper, or the cross you wear on a chain around your neck, or that “special” sunrise when people gather to watch the dawn break in a new and hopeful way. And, of course, there is the big rock formation that resembles an ancient tomb. Signs of the time. Get ready. Be prepared. Somebody special is moving into town. By the way, I heard that he was asked one day: “Who is my neighbor?” and you know how he answered? Everybody! I’m going to ask him to move in next to me. Sounds like somebody I’d like to know. Pay attention to those signs. Quite literally, they are about death and life.
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