Archive | April 2015

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Being known and loved anyway

With thanks to THE FOURTH SUNDAY OF EASTER  Dear Friends, The Fourth Sunday of Easter has my favorite story of Jesus as the Good Shepherd.  Its my also my favorite image of Jesus. It’s the perfect image for us today.  (See Scripture below for your reflection.)  Jesus says, “I am the good shepherd.  A […]

They recognized Him in the Breaking of the Bread

THE THIRD SUNDAY OF EASTER Today’s Gospel begins with this sentence: “The two disciples recounted what had recounted on the way and how Jesus was made known to them in the breaking on the bread.” And then goes on to relate a story that the Lucan author of an appearance of Jesus to the disciples […]


SECOND SUNDAY OF EASTER  (Divine Mercy Sunday) When Jesus appeared to the apostles after the resurrection, he would greet them with the words, “Peace be with you.” They were very distressed and fearful, huddled together in the Upper Room behind locked doors. They were very sad and distraught that the One they had come to […]

Jesus is Risen! Indeed He is Risen!

Easter Sunday 2015 Jesus, Seed sown-down / risen-up fruit-full Arise and sing Alleluia! Jesus!  Wheat-grain harvested whole / hallowed Arise and sing Alleluia! Jesus! Bread-broken giving Life forever Arise and sing Alleluia! Jesus!  Wrathful grape pressed into purpled joy Arise and sing Alleluia! Jesus!   Dead and dread become dancing-dawn Arise and sing Alleluia! Jesus! Light […]

What wondrous love is this?

Jesus the Lover Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid ground… a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering …. And yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried. But we thought of him as someone punished, […]

The sorrowful mothers of the world

While I was on my retreat during Lent 2009,  one of my prayer assignments was to sit before a statue of the sorrowful mother.  I have always had a devotion to Mary, the mother of the Lord,  and on that balmy afternoon against the background of the cypress swamp I reflected on all the mothers […]