25 September 2012

Cultivating Incarnation

I practice, practice, practice, one day at a time. I aim high cultivating behaviors to try to invite my Higher Power into my soul. I exercise and strengthen my faith. Reading Forward Day by Day and pondering what jumps out at me cultivates my faith. Believing I'm useful and have work to do strengthens my faith. Reading my Higher Power’s holy word and cultivating understanding of it with others strengthens my faith. My beloved with whom I walk cultivates my faith. the fellow seeker who walks with me strengthens my faith. Trying to do justice. Cultivating mercy. Mindfully calling God strengthens my faith. Praying with my body cultivates my faith. Cultivating and nurturing community of worship, which reminds me that, despite my shortcomings, I’m loved, I have value, and I make some difference in the life of another person, strengthens my faith. My regular worship in my sacred place cultivates my faith. Funding my sacred place cultivates my faith. It's practice, practice, practice living into my soul one day at a time.

24 September 2012

Road Side Dog


I have a volume of Czeslaw Milosz’s poems, Road-Side Dog, which I inherited from my aunt Agnes. She must’ve liked it because it was in a plastic bag. I suspect she admired the dust jacket’s artwork, a simple pen & ink line drawing of a dog whose furry coat is a map of a small town. Agnes was fey and sickly; a liability for her living on the depression era family farm, a people whom her younger brother called unforgiving. She grew into a wife, teacher, and artist. The left-hand image is Agnes standing behind an oak tree in between oak trees. I have a green and grey watercolor she painted of trees. I liked it very much. She said, “I wanted to paint the shadows.” At the end of her days she was widowed, childless, alone, then in an unknown nursing home pumped on prednesone. She attacked to scratch out an anonymous care-giver’s eyes. She did not live long. I'm hopeless with Milosz’s poetry.

04 September 2012

God is calling


How is God calling you?

I was brought into the Episcopal Church by three callings: a sacred building’s architecture, a date with Eros, and The Book of Common Prayer. The prayer book is the premier English language word and text for seeking, discerning, and cultivating God’s call to me and my response to the Higher Power. The prayer book set the hook in me. God’s call and my response to His call brought me to a sacred building, my erotic date, and the Episcopal Church’s book of prayers. The Higher Power’s calls and my responses have made all the difference.
That I am an observant churchman in St. James Episcopal Church is as much a result of God's calls as it is of my responses to them. The people in the sacred space called St. James keep welcoming me. I keep responding to the welcome. I say, “Thank you!” for the welcome. God and I, and His church, the people responding to their call through God's St. James Episcopal Church, Knoxville, TN., keep calling me back again.