Holy Thursday: Still

O Lord and Master of my life! Take from me the spirit of sloth, faint-heartedness, lust of power, and idle talk. But give rather the spirit of chastity, humility, patience, and love to Thy servant. Yea, Lord and King! Grant me to see my own errors and not to judge my brother, for Thou art blessed unto ages of ages. Amen. -St. Ephrem The Syrian Every morning during the week I drop…

Holy Tuesday: Clearing Clutter

He who is greatest among you shall be your servant; whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted. -Matthew 23:11 A few weeks ago I had this great idea. I looked at the crazy clutter of things on my desk that defined my next few weeks and I thought I’d get a jump on posts for Holy Week. I thought that I’d write a short post for…

Forgiveness Vespers for the Introvert

In a few hours I will take up my usual place at church, there along the back wall in the corner. I will stand and listen and pray and think about the sounds of the traffic outside, about the laundry list of things I’ve left undone this weekend, about the trip I’m taking on Thursday out of the country. I will watch the candle light dance. I will inhale the deep scent…

Heavy on the Prayer

All things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful; all things are lawful for me, but not all things edify. Let no one seek his own, but each one the other’s well-being. 1 Cor. 10:23-24   It’s always election season now. When one heated race concludes, it seems that the build up to the next, more heated one begins immediately. It takes a certain fortitude to survive social media…

Laundry, Liturgy and Care for the Soul

Front loading washers have what I consider a hideous secret flaw. I noticed it a few weeks after the new washer was installed. That was a headache story on its own so I’ll spare you the details but suffice it to say that when the project was finally done it was a huge relief. I swear I could look in the direction of that new washing machine and see a beam of…

Skin Deep

  or, “what skin care teaches me about prayer…” Earlier this past year I went to the dermatologist finally after years of battling this tenacious affliction of rosacea. It had gotten so bad that nothing would cover it. I’d dab and pat and powder and for maybe five minutes it looked fine. The moment I left the safety of my bathroom mirror it would rise up through the patting and powdering, that…

Pause.

Therefore, since a promise remains of entering His rest, let us fear lest any of you seem to have come short of it. Hebrews 4:1 I need some rest. I can tell because my eye is twitching. My eye twitches like this when I’m overly tired or overwhelmed. Last night I lay in bed and the “to do” list in my head switched on. I stared at the ceiling, eye twitching, mind…