Archive - 2015

September 24th

Learning

Today, I met with the Dean of Formation at the Diocese of Connecticut to discuss continuing education options that might be. I’ve spent a bit of time exploring information she provided and there is so much more to explore. In the evening, I wrote a few emails. One was to a youth group leader I knew back I high school that I’ve recently reconnected with. Another was to my priest with thoughts for a discussion we will be having about racism at church. I also wrote a letter to a seminary about possibly visiting it sometime soon. That has tapped out a lot of my writing for today.

Tomorrow, I will be going to the CT Health Foundation All Fellows Retreat. I look forward to seeing many friends and having interesting discussions there, as well as learning from the various presentation.

Yet before all of this, I need to get some sleep.

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September 23rd

Atonement

The fluffy small clouds
floated blissfully
in the crisp clear
autumn sky
as small birds
played
in the breezes.

“Who could not praise God
on a day like this?”
I thought to myself
as I approached
the cemetery
where a young mother
cried
over her son’s
grave.
But it wasn’t my son
or my fault.

Nearby, the birds sang joyfully
as they searched for food.

“I’m just living my life
as best I can”,
I thought to myself
as I pondered suffering.
“I don’t add to it,
do I?”

Sure, I’ve squabbled with friends,
causing them distress,
but not enough
to ruin a beautiful day?

I’ve benefited
from the circumstances of my birth.
Not deliberately, not consciously,
but certainly not enough
to contribute
to the death
of a young black man?

I’ve sought to send forth
tiny ripples of hope
but have I sent forth,
unaware,
greater ripples of hurt?

I ponder these things
on The Day of Atonement
and cry out
“Forgive me”

A little bird looks up at me
quizzically chirps
and now the bird is silent too.

Notes: I wrote this on Yom Kippur, 2015 as I contemplated my own unexplored faults. The "tiny ripples of hope" come from Robert Kennedy's great Ripple of Hope speech. "and now the bird is silent too" comes from the poem "Little Unwritten Book" by Charles Simic by way of a writers prompt where I was challenged to use that line (or a couple others) as the last line of a poem.

September 22nd

Quiet

The Pope has arrived in Washington. The sun has set and Yom Kippur has begun. Another long day at work has ended. I scan through my list of blog posts I want to write. I glance at a writing prompt from a poetry group. I try to remember fragments of dreams and poems, and they escape me. I’m glad I’m not writing something on a deadline. This is not an evening to write. It is an evening to be quiet, to contemplate. I go to my blog to post this and discover that I’ve already put up my blog post for today, so I didn’t even need to write this much.

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The Smell of the Harvest

In her opening post to St. James West Hartford’s online book study group, Bishop Laura asks, “Where have you smelled or tasted God’s presence?. Perhaps the most obvious answer is in receiving the Eucharist on Sunday morning. It is a time where we stop and try to become more aware of God’s presence in our lives.

I often think . Perhaps the most obvious answer is in receiving the Eucharist on Sunday morning. It is a time where we stop and try to become more aware of God’s presence in our lives.

I often think the phrase from 1 Corinthian’s, “do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.” While we may think of this in terms of ‘this’ being the celebration of the Eucharist, I would like to suggest that every meal we have, every drink we have with our meals should be done in remembrance, remembrance not only of the crucifixion and resurrection, but of the simple fact, to borrow a phrase from Godspell, which I’ve been listening to a lot recently, “All good gifts around us are sent from Heaven above”.

This leads to a broader answer to Bishop Laura’s question. The bread we use at the Eucharist might not remind us of fresh baked bread, but there is something divine, literally, about the smell of fresh baked bread, another reminder of God’s love for us.

And the bread that we eat, comes from the grain that is harvested. These days, we many of us many not experience the smell of the harvest. Perhaps we experience it here or there, in the smell of apple cider or pumpkin spiced lattes. Maybe the smell of newly fallen leaves reminds us of the harvest.

The harvest is near. It has a beautiful aroma of God’s love for us.

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September 21st

#FaithMOOC

Recently, I wrote about Discrenment MOOC as a place where I, and others, could explore together in the discernment process. I am still hoping to explore that, but I suspect some of that may be a little too specific. So, I’m expanding the idea to #FaithMOOC. There are lots of places information about faith online, but I haven’t found a lot of community around exploring faith online.

I have been following certain sites, like Water Daily and theSearchforReal. and The Desert Retreat House. I’m sure there are others out there.

Yet this week, I found Searching For Sunday: Forward and Prologue. It is an online book study which will have weekly questions, and hopefully some good discussion online. Time permitting, I hope to respond to the questions and share ideas on my own blog, in a typical connectivist MOOC manner.

My online wanderings also led me to the e-Formation blog. I haven’t explored that site much yet, but it is on my list. I am also looking forward to a meeting on Thursday where I’ll hope to get even more ideas.

I’ve also enjoyed using The Lectionary Page to shape some of my reading. Today was the feast of St. Matthew. Tomorrow is the feast of Philander Chase, Bishop of Ohio, and of Illinois, former rector of Christ Church, Hartford, and founder of Kenyon College.

Where will this lead? I’m not sure. Yet to try to encourage conversation, let me ask, what online faith resources have you found most interesting?

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