Lord Make Us Instruments of Your Peace

Where there is hatred, let us sow love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is discord, let us be one
Where there is doubt, let there be faith

Lord make us instruments of Your peace
Lord make us instruments if Your Peace

Where there is despair. Let there be hope
Where there is darkness, let your light shine
Where there is mourning, let there be comfort
Where there is sadness, let there be joy

Lord make us instruments of Your peace
Lord make us instruments of Your peace

It is in giving that we receive
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life
Alleluia (x4)

Words by St. Francis of Assisi
Music and Arrangement by Holli Durost

Patient Trust

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are quite naturally impatient in everything
to reach the end without delay.
We should like to skip the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being on the way to something
unknown, something new.
And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through
some stages of instability –
and that it may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually – let them grow,
let them shape themselves, without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today what time
(that is to say, grace and circumstances
acting on your good will)
will make of you tomorrow.

Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give Our Lord the benefit of believing
that his healing hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
in suspense and incomplete.

Written by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ

Water

Hold me under water till I breathe in only you
Hold me in the broken arms of all who follow you

For they have sung with the breath that fills my lungs

Hold me under water till I breathe in only you
Hold me in the broken arms of all who follow you

For they have sung with the breath that fills my lungs
For they have sung with the Word that moves my tongue

Song written by Dave Warne

Thinking about Jesus as Rebel and as Obedient Son

One group of people see Jesus and relate to him easily as the listening and obedient son of the Father God. This is so perhaps because these people are looking for a certain kind of Jesus; a Jesus that lives a vibrant interior life with God, whose everyday life is ordered by kind supernatural interaction. What this group of people often doesn’t relate to is Jesus as the passionate rebel. At least for me, accepting Jesus as rebel sometimes seems too close to reality, too close to a kind of life where I would be held responsible for my actions; rebels are hanged if caught, I remember with a shudder.

But there is also a group of people who relate much easier to Jesus as the passionate rebel. They see him standing up for those who have no social legs to stand up for themselves, they see him overturn the tables of injustice, opting for fairness and reconciliation over individual profit. This group often finds it hard to see the usefulness of a Jesus who is a listening and obedient son; to them (and to me sometimes), it seems too escapist and far away from the reality of suffering people. To use an image of what ‘Jesus’ this group fears: Jesus alone praying on the mountain, seemingly helping nobody. This is a problematic image for this group (just as Jesus physically defending the cause of the poor people is a problematic image for the other group).

But what if Jesus were both passionate rebel and obedient son at the same time? Not only this, but what if one of these two characteristics were the essential cause of the other? Well, we will have to do some stretching because…

Jesus is the passionate rebel, pleading and defending the cause of the poor because he is the listening and obedient son.

To return to the above image, Jesus cannot bring a freeing voice to our world without going up the mountain to be with the Father God, listening to what that freeing voice is saying.

– Joel Mason

A Holy Longing

Where can we find you God?

Are you in the asphalt, steel, or brick?
Those man-made things of this world.

Or are you in the tree, the river, and the wind?
Those things that you created.

We forget how powerful you are.
Demonstrate your power in our lives.

God of the mundane.
God of the excellent.
Bring us back to you.

For you are the perfect synthesis of holiness and love.

written by David McCallum