Oh, how the Apostles must have cried! When she, whose soul magnified the Lord, tasted death. Oh, how the Apostles must have been stunned! When Thomas, my dear Thomas, begged to behold Her face once more. Instead of her beauty and Without her loving countenance, Another tomb was found empty. Shock took over and doubt sunk in ...hard and fast... But she, who was without sin, Yet, still in need of Salvation, Kept in constant prayer, For those faithful servants who Served her Son

"...let us make our way towards the radiance of the light of grace, that we may acknowledge and venerate the threefold Godhead, who shines with a single indescribable radiance from one nature in three persons. "Let us lift up the eyes of our understanding to the Word who now sits, with His body, above the vaults of heaven. And He who sits in divine splendour on the right hand of majesty, utters these words to us as if from afar, 'If anyone wants to stand in the presence of th

No doubt you had doubts Dear Fisherman and Apostle Peter. It is clear you had fear When accused by crowds, Leader of Twelve. You could not Stop protesting a Relationship with Jesus. "I do not know Him." "I am not" His. I don't "know what you" say. You objected three times To the questions Put to you that night. When "the Lord turned and looked at" you, With bitter anguish You wept. Then, there was a breakfast On a shore When you were asked anew. "Do you love me more than thes

When you were ill, Lazarus, Jesus said it would not end you. He transformed your misery, So the Glory of God could be revealed. Pray that our suffering is not wasted. The apostles warned Jesus not to go, But He reproved them. We must walk in the Light And stay far from the dark of night. Help us destroy the tombs we make. Thomas encouraged the disciples To die with you, Lazarus. When Jesus arrived, your body was buried. For the sake of life in the Trinity, Teach us to die a l

A stone door opens Light fades to darkness The space is filled Veils abound. Silence deafens Heads are bent Knees weaken A Body is still. Depth was known Heaven tasted The shroud covers Sadness engulfs. Hands are clasped A flame flickers Incense rises Tears that adore. Love pervades! Cave Walkway Narrow Entrance Photo · Free Stock Photo (pexels.com). Photo by Matteo Nannini, downloaded on 20 March 2023.

Awake and arise my little children. I am not here to tell you a bedtime story, I am here to tell you the truth. Awake and arise so I can tell you about the Christ. Did you not hear me my little ones? He is risen. Truly, He is risen. Why do you not leap to your feet and run to Him? Can you not say a word? Filled with fantasy you cannot recognize Him But only the characters in slumber’s play. You have been lulled to sleep You cannot see Him anymore. Re-live the farce of His be

An inestimable gulf exists Between what I am And what You made me to be. That is why I stare with longing Across the waters That lie between us. Maybe that's the point? Of this life lived so long On the shore of desire, To stand watch For what is true and real To seek and to find the Divine. Oh, this journey of mine! I hope and I love I hear, I see, and I know You are the One that Keeps me, while here, Only to walk upon the bridge Built by Christ and Sanctified by Your Spiri

Icons tell more than a story. They explain the faith As brought to us by God Who came in the flesh Himself. They illustrate the love of God Through the lives of those who lived And breathed to their last breath The Holy Spirit among us. Icons point us to our own inner journey And guide us on our exterior one. They open us to God who walked in our shoes And remind us that God has never left our side. We are clear on what icons are And what they are not. We do not worship them.

When was the last time I reflected on The possibility of Eternal punishment? It's such a sick, sad, twisted affair. No, not this thing We call damnation. Not even the fate of sheep and goats. It's this place we call life That really bothers me. The pit we call human relationships. A real cesspool of humiliation and degradation. All the while These two realities Stare us straight in the face: The world of now and the world to come. Rarely a motivator Infrequently a rejuvenator

Do not despise our feeble petitions In times of trouble. Rescue us from the curses that convulse The wretched lips of our enemies. Born into a world of sin, We struggle to maintain faith within. Teach us to partake of the Mysteries, Giving our all to God. Joachim and Anna Brought you into the Temple They presented you to the Lord, Who entered your womb. Brought up in piety Protected from vanity, You became the Mother of God And Mother to all. Within thy love and compassion, W