I hear what others will not hear—a cry beneath the choir. O Lord, give ears to all your Church, and hearts that burn like fire.
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“Labored & Burdened With Bishop Matthiesen Disorder Syndrome”-Wednesday of the Second Week of Advent & Our Lady of Loreto-LECTIO DIVINA
Labored and aching, I stumble toward Light—Christ bends low and gathers my fractured sight. For even my burden, twisted and blurred, becomes a sign of the lost ones stirred.
“Here’s Your Sign”-Tuesday of the Second Week of Advent-LECTIO DIVINA
A banner fell; a lamb ran wild—here’s your sign, my soul, be reconciled. For God shouts loud in the smallest thing: the lost one found, the Shepherd King.
“Motives”-Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary-LECTIO DIVINA
In Mary’s light I stand undone,
my motives twisted, hers all one;
yet even I may learn to say—with trembling lips—Let it be today. Immaculate Mother, teach me Your Yes.
“Wheat and Chaff”-Second Sunday of Advent LECTIO DIVINA
Wheat and chaff in one holy breath—I walk the paradox, waiting for the fire that makes all truth shine.
“All Dressed Up”-Saturday of the First Week of Advent LECTIO DIVINA
Snow on the sheep, gold on the priests—
and somewhere between them I stand,
crying out for a shepherd who remembers the wounded
and a Church brave enough
to let truth be its Advent light.
“Bad Moon Rising”-Friday of the First Week of Advent LECTIO DIVINA
A blind man’s cry beneath a rising moon, a Centennial dressed too early in its feast— Lord, touch our eyes before the hour is soon, and make the truth shine brighter than the priest.
**🕯️ Thursday of the First Week of Advent LECTIO DIVINA (in the voice of G.K. Chesterton)
Each of us tugging a knot on the rope, calling it truth, calling it hope; but Christ holds the rope when the storm rolls in, and the house stands firm where obedience has been.
**🕯️ A Chestertonian Lectio Divina for the Memorial of St. Francis Xavier
Ice on the grass, ice on the soul—but grace is the sun that makes frozen things whole.
Tuesday of the First Week of Advent
The learned look away, but the childlike still see—for even frozen pumpkins hold the promise of spring.