Monthly Archives: November 2013

Remember me


Christ the King

Then [the other criminal] said,
“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Luke 23:42

Sometimes I forget I am a precious child of God - and so are you. Sometimes I forget I am made in the image and likeness of God’s goodness and love – and so are you. Sometimes I forget I am called to love myself and you.

Today I will practice remembering who I am, who you are, and Who loved us all into being.


sanfrancisco[Jesus] answered, “When you hear of wars and insurrections, do not be terrified.” Luke 21:9a

I am terrified that I am a mistake, a bother, a nuisance. My inner wars have me doubting my self-worth and wishing I were perfect. I rebel against physical pain, mental fatigue, and getting older. I wage an ongoing battle between gratitude for my many blessings and wanting what I don’t have.

The only answer to war, insurrections, and terror that I have found is complete and unconditional surrender to God’s love. Moment by moment.


Dead or alive

hl“…he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for to him all are alive.” Luke 20:38

Death feels like separation, but if I can put my trust in Jesus’ words, then I know God holds us all, the dead and the living. With God there is no separation, only unity: the undivided, unconditional love of the One who has created every human person in love and for love yesterday, today, and forever.

Seeking Jesus


Luke 19:1-1

Now a man there named Zacchaeus, who was a chief tax collector and also a wealthy man, was seeking to see who Jesus was… Luke 19:2-3a

What effort do I make to see who Jesus is?

The lock-down dementia unit of a nursing home is where I was seeking to see Jesus this weekend. It didn’t take much of an effort to smile at the residents, to say hello, what a beautiful day.

It took more of an effort to focus on the words of one woman who rambled on, to look her in the eye, and make some kind of heart connection. It took even more effort to make sense out of the gestures of one word-less man and to give him a backrub on demand.

But when joy shone out of my father’s eyes at the sight of my sister and me, when he said, “I love you” without knowing who we were, it was easy to see Jesus. Jesus is always about love.