Domine labia mea aperies: Et os meum annunciabit laudem tuam.
The heavens declare the glory of God. The skies proclaim his handiwork. Trees and mountains can sing to God together, and even the rocks could start crying out. But I can’t seem to open my mouth to pray.
The phenomenon, I’m assured, is not unique to me. Prayer is hard to do. Continue reading
In the desert monastery called Mar Saba near Jerusalem, a man now known as St. John Damascene (c. 676 – 749) would conclude his day of work and prayer by approaching his bed and praying:
O Master, Lover of mankind, is this bed to be my coffin, or will You enlighten my wretched soul with another day? Behold, the coffin lies before me; behold, death confronts me…
Last week a massive earthquake destroyed Port Au Prince, Haiti, and this morning another large aftershock shook the already devastated city. With estimates of 200,000 dead and over 1 million left homeless, the disaster commanded the world’s attention and has generated a lot of coverage. A lot of news coverage in turn generates a lot of conversation and a lot of people weighing in. I don’t intend to weigh in here. I weigh in on problems at my job, on bad tv commercials, on traffic congestion in Atlanta. On something as tragic and devastating as this Haiti disaster, I don’t weigh in. Continue reading
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