Word in the Hand

Today we enter the paradox that is Lent. From today we are no longer in Ordinary Time which, in itself, is a wonderful concept - we are now in Extraordinary Time; as near a 'real time' example of Kairos time, God's own time,  as we are likely to experience in this life. By time (?) you get to my age you are already aware that time is not as simple as it is supposed. The clock may tick at its regulated rhythm but the passing of moments, hours and days have no predictable pattern; dragging or  racing with an urgency or ennui of their own. We have our traditions; the ashes we use this Wednesday are made from the leftover palms of the previous Palm Sunday. The mark of our beginning created from the failed triumph of last year's entry into Jesus' place of execution - back and forth. The Forty Days are not even forty days. The intention to recall the time Jesus spent in the desert after his Baptism, is punctuated by the Sabbaths - as we share the journey towards d...

I rest in the Sanctuary of the Lord Knowing that God alone is my refuge. I am deafened by the worlds demands Overwhelmed by its rages and torments The seas swell and the mountains quake The uproar of mans greed echoes through the night Angry voices call out for revenge Broken hearts for rescue. But not here Here is a Holy Place This, my refuge Deep as a mountain pool Hopeful as the dawn sun The home of the Most High Heart’s ease is here Soul’s friend is here Spirit’s food is here My Lord and my God The Lord speaks and the world melts away Be still and know that I am God Be still and know Be still wordinthehand09