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Prayer of Bl. John Henry Cardinal Newman   Leave a comment

“My God, you know infinitely better than I how little I love you. I would not love you at all except for your grace. It is your grace that has opened the eyes of my mind and enabled them to see your glory. It is your grace that has touched my heart and brought upon it the influence of what is so wonderfully beautiful and fair . . . O my God, whatever is nearer to me than you, things of this earth, and things more naturally pleasing to me, will be sure to interrupt the sight of you, unless your grace interferes. Keep my eyes, my ears, my heart from any such miserable tyranny. Break my bonds—raise my heart. Keep my whole being fixed on you. Let me never lose sight of you; and, while I gaze on you, let my love of you grow more and more everyday.”

— Bl. John Henry Cardinal Newman

Posted June 15, 2017 by ouidaofs in Prayer

The Peace of Wild Things   Leave a comment

Posted June 15, 2017 by ouidaofs in Peace, Prayer, Uncategorized

A TALE OF TWO TREES   Leave a comment

            In the fall of 2015 I planted two very small trees in my yard –  a red crepe myrtle and a vitex or chaste tree –  and was so excited for what would be in the spring.  Shortly after, the cows got into my yard during the night and chewed on the chaste tree and trampled it until there was only a nub remaining.  I was so upset, but then the next spring, I could see life in the little nub.  Sprouts of new growth appeared, and that summer there were blooms and bees.  It is now the spring of 2017, and I checked on the chaste tree this morning.  It is healthy and continues to grow.  I know it is going to be a beautiful tree.

Vitex or Chaste Tree

The red crepe myrtle also was healthy and growing the spring of 2016.

Then construction began late that year on my new house.  Towards the end of construction in 2017, a big truck backed into my yard for a delivery and ran over the red crepe myrtle, ripping off tender little limbs.  I checked on it this morning, and the story is the same as the chaste tree.  There is new life, and this tree also will be fine, perhaps better than before.

 

Jesus reminds me this morning that we too must be rooted and grounded in God’s love, receiving his love and returning love and adoration to him.  If we would but do this then, no matter what sorrows and tragedies we may experience, this love of receiving and returning will heal and restore us to new life.  We are able to overcome all things in full knowledge that God is in us and we are in Him. Also, acts of mercy will flow from our hearts spontaneously.  As a Franciscan, I believe it is so important to BE before we try to DO.

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to accomplish far more than all we ask or imagine, by the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.  Ephesians 3:14-21.

Posted April 11, 2017 by ouidaofs in Love, Prayer

Africa   Leave a comment

 

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”
It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(Ah, gonna take the time)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Africa lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Posted March 20, 2017 by ouidaofs in Love

On Aging   Leave a comment

When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.

SOURCE:  Maya Angelou, Author

Posted March 12, 2017 by ouidaofs in Maya Angelou

Prayer of Blessed John Henry Newman   Leave a comment

God has created me to do Him some definite service; He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission—I never may know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. Somehow I am necessary for His purposes, as necessary in my place as an Archangel in his—if, indeed, I fail, He can raise another, as He could make the stones children of Abraham. Yet I have a part in this great work; I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good, I shall do His work; I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending it, if I do but keep His commandments and serve Him in my calling.
Therefore I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him; in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him; if I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. My sickness, or perplexity, or sorrow may be necessary causes of some great end, which is quite beyond us. He does nothing in vain; He may prolong my life, He may shorten it; He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends, He may throw me among strangers, He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide the future from me—still He knows what He is about.
SOURCE: John Henry Newman

Posted January 29, 2017 by ouidaofs in Blessed John Henry Newman, Prayer

St. Thomas Aquinas   Leave a comment

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Posted January 29, 2017 by ouidaofs in St. Thomas Aquinas

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