Bread of Life

There is no such thing as "my" bread. All bread is ours and is given to me, to others through me, and to me through others. For not only bread, but all things necessary for sustenance in this life are given on loan to us with others, and because of others and for others and to others through us. Bread of Life, sustain your people.

Adapted from Meister Eckhart, 14th c. Christian theologian. (found here)

Dorothy Day

Since it is the birthday of the very famous Dorothy Day, it seems appropriate to use one of her quotes:

"I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions."

P.S. Happy Birthday Faith!

Midwife of our Lives

God of power and presence,
you are the midwife of our lives,
always drawing us on to be born again,
encouraging, exhorting, calming,
containing even death.



You pull us, kicking, into life,
breathe spirit into us.
We thank you for the gift in our breath,
the love that we make,
the hope that we cherish,
the grace that encompasses our darkest day.

In smallness and splendor, in storm and serenity,
we celebrate your care and creativity.
We rest in you, as trustingly as any baby.

The Pattern of Our Days - Worship in the Celtic Tradition
from the Iona Community edited by Kathy Galloway

Election Results

"Compassion
is daring to acknowledge
our mutual destiny
so that we might
move forward
all together
into the land which
God is showing us."

Henri Nouwen -
"With Open Hands" p.112

Reality of God

This seemed an appropriate way to start our Election Day!
"In Christ we are offered the possibility of partaking in the reality of God and in the reality of the world, but not in the one without the other. The reality of God discloses itself only by setting me entirely in the reality of the world, and when I encounter the reality of the world it is always already sustained, accepted and reconciled in the reality of God." -- Dietrich Bonhoeffer
HT to Ellie
Question: Is that a Brownie in his hands?

Reading the Paper

The terrible fascinates.
This reading of the paper trains my fear.
I can feel it.
I want to know the disaster even as I recoil.
I am not separate from the deaths, the demands,
and the dealings, the disasters, the deceits,
the demagogues, and the diplomats.

This is our incompleteness, our separation,
our greed at work. Let me own my part.
The world's hunger is mine.
The world's helplessness is mine.
The world's failure to love is mine.
Sober me to this connection in my life.
Let the news be printed on my conscience.
Help me bear it.

Gunilla Norris, "Being Home" p. 40

Happy Halloween!

can you find Gertie amongst the pumpkins?