Wednesday - May 28, 2025

SCRIPTURE  Psalm 34: 18 God is near to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. WORDS OF HOPE I just finished the text of a talk for a Faith and Grief gathering about the death of my closest friend of over 50 years. Writing it has been more difficult than I thought because as I have returned to remember the weeks and months leading up to and following her death on Christmas morning 2021, grief has re-emerged—as well as some warm and wonderful memories. This particular time of loss was different for me because first I buried my sorrow in part because of a desire to be present for Janet, Sis’s wife. But as the months passed, the pressure of “unattended sorrow” built, and when a new grief struck—the unexpected death of my sweet dog Charley--I knew I needed help. Grace led me to just the right person—a spiritual director very skilled in grief, and through our work together, grief began to move through me. During this time I attended a Faith and Grief retreat in the hill country and experienced a powerful cathartic experience. The text speaks of it, saying, “One afternoon while walking up the long incline to Cathedral Hill, I began talking to God out loud and sobbing uncontrollably, my heart broken wide open, coming to the realization that I had buried my grief because I could not stand to face the loss of all that Sissi had been to me in the course of my life.” Though the pain of the heart broken open will bring us to our knees, I believe with Parker Palmer that it can open us to “largeness of life, a greater capacity to hold our and the world’s pain and joy. Heartbreak can become the vessel of compassion and grace, enlarging us for empathy and attuning us to the suffering of others.” https://couragerenewal.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/PJP-WeavingsArticle-Broken-OpenHeart.pdf Palmer proposes that the process by which this happens involves 3 main steps: First, in a world where we are expected to reply “fine” when asked how we are, “we must learn to name and acknowledge our suffering to ourself and others,” to become vulnerable. And we need to find companions who can witness to our pain and not try to “fix us.” Second, once we have named and claimed our suffering, “we must move to the heart of it, feeling the pain of it fully rather than following cultural practices of numbing, fleeing it by distractions, or blaming externals.” May we never underestimate the daily courage it requires to take this path to learn what our grief has to teach us and come out on the other side. “Third, if we are to learn from our suffering, we must create a micro-climate of quietude around ourselves, allowing the turmoil to settle and an inner quietude to emerge, so ‘that of God within us’ can help us find our way through. Nurtured by silence, we can stop taking our leads from the voices of ego and world and start listening to the still, small voice of all that is Holy.” Our spiritual communities can become key places of support in our death-denying culture. May we, as in all else, follow Jesus, the man of sorrows acquainted with our grief, in this counter-cultural healing practice. PRAYER God of the broken hearted, draw near in the pain of our own personal losses and the pain from the death blows to dignity, freedom, and peace that have been let loose on the world. Teach us how to grieve well and in compassion seek justice. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon

SCRIPTURE Matthew 19:13-15 Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them; but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” And he laid his hands on them and went on his way. WORDS OF HOPE Last year, as I indulged in some holiday shopping, I observed parents struggling to shop with children. While that can be an absolutely delightful experience, it is often not. My heart went out to the crying toddlers and their stressed-out parents. Today I want to share a story on behalf of all the children in our community and their parents who would love to parent more peacefully. I was teaching a two-day parenting course when I stressed the importance of being a friend to their child's excitement. (Listen up. This applies to the child within each of us as well as our offspring). I described entering a store with a toddler who spots a display of balloons. "Balloon!" cries the child with hands outstretched. Now, the parent has to make a choice. Some will start a lecture on why the child cannot have everything they see or want. Others will try to ignore the child. Some will respond with a stern "No!" The wise parent will choose none of the above things, as those options fail to befriend the child's excitement. Rather the parent can join the child's delight in the balloons and say, "Oh yes, look at all the pretty colors! Perhaps name some of the colors. (Keep pushing the cart.) If the child expresses a wish to have one, the parent can say, "Oh, wouldn't it be fun to have a whole bunch of them? How about a room full, or a house full? How about a sky full?" The cart keeps moving. Something else will no doubt catch the child's attention and the game can start all over. If the child insists they actually want something, the parent can take out a handy little book containing the child's Wish List, and dutifully record the wish. These wishes can be reviewed often to see which ones remain to be fulfilled on birthdays or other special occasions. One doubting couple assured me I had not met their four-year-old, if I thought such a thing would work. Before the next day's session they took the child to a store they knew had just such a display of balloons. They returned the next day to report. Their daughter had cried, "Balloon!" just as expected. The mother responded by saying yes, they were pretty. Then she said oh, wouldn't it be fun to have a whole bunch, etc. The little girl agreed then said, "I wanted you to see them." The mother thanked the child for showing her the balloons. The parents learned that their child was not as demanding as they had thought, and they all enjoyed their shopping experience with no tantrums. I wish for all children and their parents such happy times, filled with excitement and loving moments. PRAYER Loving God, help us to be mindful of the "least" among us. Help us to value every moment we spend with each other. Help us to notice the parents who struggle, and the children who are hurting and sad. May we take every opportunity to support them and offer our love even as you have loved us. Grant us peace on earth and in each of our homes. We love you, God. We appreciate all the loving moments that you have given us. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Carole Anne Sarah

READING Mindful Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these - the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that are made out of grass? - Mary Olive WORDS OF HOPE I just returned from a cruise, during which I saw gorgeous parts of the world that I’d not visited before, ate delicious food, experienced talented entertainers in some high-tech shows, and met some interesting people. When I returned home and people asked about my trip, my immediate response was that it was relaxing. That answer stems from the one day, a “sea day,” where I spent its entirety alone on the balcony in my cabin reading, writing, thinking, praying, listening, and drinking mediocre decaf coffee. The only thing to see was the vastness of the ocean, which could be viewed as nothing or as everything. During these hours, I was reminded that God doesn’t need spotlights and fanfares, glitz and glamour, the powerful and the extraordinary to be revealed; in fact, it is quite the opposite. God works through the ordinary, the small, the mundane, the weak, the powerless, the seemingly insignificant moments, and people. This is why each day we must “see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in a haystack of light.” Moses was a shepherd in the fields when through an ordinary bush, made extraordinary by God, Moses was instructed to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. God chose an ordinary man on an ordinary day through an ordinary bush to do extraordinary things. The same is true of the disciples of Jesus. They were ordinary men chosen by Jesus to spread the good news. Jesus “authorized” them to heal the sick, cast out demons, and baptize. This was quite a career change for this group of a tax collector, zealot, and fishermen. Jesus transformed ordinary water into fine wine at the wedding of Cana and he transforms a boy’s simple meal of five loaves of bread and two fish into enough food to feed five thousand. Again, ordinary things that become extraordinary through the power of God. These examples in Scripture, the words of the poet Mary Oliver, and, for me, my day surrounded by simple things, remind me that we need to take pride and comfort in the mundane that is the everyday. God greets us in the soapy dishwater, in the carpool lane, during the boring meeting. God meets us in the toys we are picking up for the hundredth time, the can of soup we are opening, in the trash bag we are carrying to the curb. God is the everything amidst the seemingly nothingness. “Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these—“ PRAYER  God of All, grant us the wisdom to cherish the ordinary as a sacred space where Your love dwells. Teach us to find joy not only in the extraordinary but also in the seemingly simple and mundane, knowing that it is there that Your grace often shines the brightest. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Kris Baker Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

READING "You can be sure if you have to walk on a stony life path, God will provide you with strong shoes." -Corrie Ten Boom WORDS OF HOPE Do you sometimes feel you have been walking on life’s stony path far too long? You are not alone. In times as chaotic and uncertain as ours, the Christian writer, Corrie Ten Boom is one of my most often read spiritual mentors. In the 1940’s, during Nazi control of her city of Amsterdam, her parents’ home provided shelter and care for many Jewish families until her family was betrayed and sent to a concentration camp. She was able to survive though her family tragically died there. Years later, in adult life, she became a Christian author and world-wide lecturer. We are painfully aware through her story that becoming a Christian does not guarantee us an easy life. We suffer the slings and arrows of adversity like everyone else. Like others, our bodies are frail and subject to accidents and disease. However, we do have a loving God who journeys through life with us, providing guidance and care. Earlier humanity which worshiped stone or wooden gods could only imagine that those divine images or idol of their gods understood life's pain and difficulty. In contrast to that uncertainty, Christians are reassured by the living example of Jesus who actually walked among us: who loved, cared, rejoiced, and wept with his followers. We know that our journey through life's hardships is not a solo trek; rather, we can trust in the steady presence and helping hand of Christ. In her book, Tramp for the Lord, Ten Boom observes: "Happiness is not dependent on certain events happening; rather, on relationships in those happenings." Truly entrusting ourselves to Christ insures that we will be equipped and strengthened to handle the obstacles we may encounter. We will be given strong and durable walking shoes. However, it's our choice either to put them on or reject them and continue life in flip-flops! PRAYER Lord Christ, I give you my love and thanks that on my life's journey you desire to be with me to guide and comfort. Thank you for the assurance that you walk hand-in-hand with me and will in my final steps draw me to your eternal self. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Donald (Luke) Day Order of St. Francis and St.Clare

SCRIPTURE Proverbs 23:5 Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone, for they will surely sprout wings and fly off to the sky like an eagle. WORDS OF HOPE God My Provider A person will work their whole life getting richer, and by the end of their life, never know what it was to be rich. Why spend years for what you will only enjoy for days? So long as we have time, we have wealth, for a person’s happiness is in how they remember their time. Seeing as no one knows how much time they have can anyone afford to waste it? We lack time more than we lack money. The one who has little is not poor and the one who has much is not rich, but the one who finds happiness is satisfied. There are people living in mansions who cannot buy it and there are people living in clay houses who would never sell it. If you can count it, if you can measure it, then its value is limited. Happiness can neither be counted nor measured; by this, we know that it is priceless. Therefore, do not waste your wealth, that is your time, on trying to be wealthy. For once the money is spent, you will need more. Many people never enjoy peace because they think that they do not have enough money. They forget that its very purpose is to be spent, and if not spent by them, then by someone else after they are gone. No one keeps their money. Life does not begin when you have it, but when you wake up and begin your day. At the start of the day, we are gifted with time. How will we spend it? God has already considered everything that we need so that we may have peace in the world. Be at rest, for God will provide. PRAYER Jehovah Jireh, Bless You for the gift of life. We could never pay You back for the time You have given us. Yet sometimes, we fear not having enough. Help us to appreciate what we already have in You so that we may enjoy our time. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Jonathon McClellan Order of St. Francis and St. Clare