The Breakfast Song, by the Reverend Cleo in Tupelo, MS

In some odd way, this song captures a piece of my theology.

‘Why did he write the song?,’ I must ask, assuming he penned it. This is how I imagine it: the good Reverend Cleo was reading something that quoted nutritionists as saying breakfast was vitally important, but he was able to say, to himself and to us, that he knew about something more important than breakfast, and when we encounter this bigger reality (our Home, where God resides and to which God calls us), breakfast won’t matter at all.

As much as I love my mixed fruit, something in me got up and danced while watching this. All I could say was, “Amen.”

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Props to Robert Rutherford,  my dear friend, for showing me this video.

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Palestinian family grieves the killing of 13-year-old

ei: Family grieves killing of 13-year-old

A Palestianian woman in Gaza, next to rubble created by the Israeli military, for her sitting pleasure, I assume.

A Palestianian woman in Gaza, next to rubble created by the Israeli military, for her sitting pleasure, I assume.

I’ve heard that this is the first time in recorded history that war has been declared against a strip of land enclosed within a fence. The Israeli treatment of the people in Gaza in unacceptable and morally repugnant. I am ashamed that the United States has supported the repression of the Palestinians for so long.

For those gone from us

A Poem by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, ‘There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
‘There she goes! ‘ ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
‘Here she comes!’

Professor Michael Mendiola, PhD

Professor Michael Mendiola, PhD, 1952-2008

Intensity from Central America

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Archbishop Oscar A. Romero

My prayer from the words of Archbishop Oscar Romero:

We must not seek the child Jesus in the pretty figures of our Christmas cribs. We must seek him among the undernourished children who have gone to bed at night with nothing to eat, among the poor newsboys who will sleep covered with newspapers in doorways.

If we are worth anything, it is not because we have more money or more talent, or more human qualities. Insofar as we are worth anything, it is because we are grafted on to Christ’s life, his cross and resurrection. We suffer with those who have disappeared, those who have had to flee their homes, and those who have been tortured.

Let us not tire of preaching love; it is the force that will overcome the world.

Amen