Third Sunday of Advent

Would that all of us could receive the Christ whom we meet each day with the grace and humility of John the Baptizer.

John answered them, “I baptize with water; but there is one among you whom you do not recognize, the one who is coming after me, whose sandal strap I am not worthy to untie.” This happened in Bethany across the Jordan, where John was baptizing.

This tapestry can be found in the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, in Los Angeles at the baptismal font. This, and the tapestries in the sanctuary by John Nava are an experience of prayer in themselves.

Nature Preaches on Motherhood in Advent

Sometimes the best lessons are outside one’s window, at least this one was the other day. During Advent we celebrate Mary’s gift of mothering to the Christ Child, as well as toward us. These youngsters are also appreciative of their patient mother doe.

Mother doe on an Advent morning

Mary – Model of Openness

This Della Robbia of the Virgin Mary adorns the exterior of St. Margaret Convent in San Rafael.

On today’s Feast of the Immaculate Conception, we celebrate Mary our Model of Openness to God

Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.”
Then the angel departed from her.

– Luke 1:37-38

Advent Teaches Us to Wait

Sister Joanne Cullimore’s watercolor of Mt. Whitney, named Whitney Portal, speaks to our hearts as Isaiah does in today’s reading for the Second Wednesday of Advent. Waiting on God brings us strength . . . the strength of these granite mountains, created by our God.

© Sr. Joanne Cullimore, Dominican Sisters of San Rafael
Whitney Portal

 From Isaiah 40

To whom can you liken me as an equal? says the Holy One.
Lift up your eyes on high and see who has created these things. . .

. . .Do you not know     or have you not heard? The Lord is the eternal God,     creator of the ends of the earth.
God does not faint nor grow weary, and God’s knowledge is beyond scrutiny. . .
God gives strength to the fainting; and for the weak makes vigor abound.
Though the young faint and grow weary, and youths stagger and fall,
They that hope in the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar as with eagles’ wings;
They will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.

Teach me Lord, teach me Lord, to wait.

If you were a shepherd, what would you do?

Today’s Gospel reading in the Second Tuesday of Advent:

Jesus said to his disciples:
“What is your opinion? If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them goes astray,
will he not leave the ninety-nine in the hills and go in search of the stray?
And if he finds it, amen, I say to you, he rejoices more over it
than over the ninety-nine that did not stray.

In just the same way, it is not the will of your heavenly Father
that one of these little ones be lost.”

– Matthew 18:12-14

Who would you attend to?

So . . . if you were a shepherd, what would you do?

Advent . . . Promise of Hope in our Dryness

Even in the Arizona desert . . . even in summer . . . we see the promise of new life . . . we see flowering forth of hope.

saguaro, saguaro national park, arizona
Promise of new life in the desert

From today’s reading from Isaiah:

The desert and the parched land will exult;
the steppe will rejoice and bloom.
They will bloom with abundant flowers,
and rejoice with joyful song.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to them,
the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
They will see the glory of the LORD,
the splendor of our God.

A Beautiful Advent Morning!

In today’s Responsorial Psalm, we proclaimend:

Lord, let us see your kindness, and grant us your salvation.

And today I’ll let this morning’s sunrise in Bolinas do the preaching!

The morning sun give praise to our God!

 

If You Could Ask for Just One Thing . . .

The following is from today’s responsorial psalm, Psalm 27:

One thing I ask of the Lord; this I seek:
To dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
That I may gaze on the loveliness of the Lord and contemplate God’s temple.

This is the one thing the psalmist asks of God. What would you ask?

Amidst the redwoods it can feel like you are in a cathedral. The trees draw us closer to God. It's a wonderful place to contemplate what is really important.

Monks . . . Walking through Zion

Two summers ago when Sister Patty and I drove through Utah, we stopped at Zion National Park The beauty was breathtaking! Words from Psalm 47 kept coming back to me, ” Walk through Zion, walk all around it . . .” And then I noticed to Buddhist monks on the path walking toward us. They, too, were enjoying the grandeur of the God of Zion.

Buddhist monks, walking through Zion

Walk through Zion, walk all round it; count the number of its towers.
Review all its ramparts, examine its castles,
That you may tell the next generation
That such is our God, our God for ever and always.
It is God who leads us.

What Is My Fishing Practice? Am I Faithful to My Spiritual Practice?

Sisters Pat and Judy hiking back from their fishing trip in the Sierras.

 

This morning (the Feast of St. Andrew) during our morning prayer, Sister Millie reflected on the Gospel reading. She talked about those who fish, and how sensitive they become to the movement of the water – the movement of the fish – the movement of the boat. Perhaps that helps create in them a sensitivity to the Spirit. Could that be why they were able to drop their nets and follow so suddenly (seemingly) and completely. They may have been predisposed by their practice.

What is my practice? Am I as attentive to my “practice” as these fishermen were?

[Jesus] said to them,
“Come after me, and I will make you fishers of people.”
At once they left their nets and followed him.

– Matthew 4:19-20