Crosses

The last couple of weeks have been pretty crazy. Classes, a totaled car, and a break in. This weekend we celebrated the feast of the Exaltation of the Cross. I went to mass with my daughter at Our Lady of Grace. The priest gave a marvelous homily about cross and if we really believed in the cross then it should be a game changer. It should make everything we do be seen through different eyes.

At the end of mass, he invited all to come up who had brought crosses to have them blessed. I looked at my daughter and thought, well we didn't bring any crosses to be blessed. Then it hit me. We had not brought any physical crosses to be blessed but we most certainly had brought crosses. I mean we definitely had them. It's not like we could have left these crosses outside the door of the church. We carry them wherever we go. So, she and I prayed that we might offer our crosses right there at the feet of Jesus.

Any Way The Wind Blows

I have been quiet for a while on purpose. But I felt very inspired today to share my experience from a few nights ago.

I went running a few nights ago. It was hot and i did not feel much like running. However, while I was trudging along, I felt a slight breeze that swept over me giving me strength to keep going. I immediately thought about how the Holy Spirit is like that. I ran along just enjoying my thoughts on the holy Spirit and started thinking about the wind, how sometimes it is soft and sometimes hurricane force and all places in-between. The holy Spirit is like that too. Paul certainly felt the Spirit like a hurricane being knocked off of his horse. Sometimes, He is like that still soft whisper that Elijah heard. I have experienced both and have come to appreciate both. It is pretty easy when God speaks to you like a hurricane and it left no doubt for Paul. I think more often though, God speaks to us in a whisper. I pray that we can all spend the time in quiet to hear God in the still soft whisper.