Wednesday December 1, 2021 Jesse Tree-Abraham and Sarah Isaiah 25:6-10a Isaiah promises that the Lord will remove reproach from his people and fill them with every rich thing—conquering death and bringing joy. In today’s Gospel, Jesus fills those following him with food for both the body and soul. Abraham and Sarah, our Jesse Tree ornaments for […]
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Loving and gracious Father, we thank you for this season of expectant delight, this season of joyful hope, this season set aside for our inner growth. As our Heavenly Potter, mold us into a people of hope, who mirror Your Son’s trust that You are always at work in the world. Enlighten our eyes to
Tuesday November 30, 2021 Jesse Tree-Noah Matt 4:18-22 Today is the feast of St. Andrew, one of the Twelve. Andrew was called to leave all he knew, get out of his boat, walk on dry land, and follow a new path. He was given no guarantees about what to expect. He trusted and followed. Our Jesse Tree
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My latest book will be out on February 5, 2022. It has been a long struggle to bring this project to completion. I have been working on it for over five years and it was rejected many times. Finally Pope Francis’ declaration of the Year of St Joseph prompted me to rewrite it. Now after
Monday November 29, 2021 Jesse Tree-Adam and Eve. Isaiah 2:1-5 We are invited to come to the Heavenly Jerusalem—the new Paradise. The way was temporarily lost, but a promise was made at the time of that loss, and now we rejoice as we go up the Lord’s Mountain. That promise to our ancestors articulated in Scripture
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Sunday November 28, 2021 Jesse Tree-Creation. 1 Thessalonians 3:12-4:2 Paul prays that we might increase in love for one another, to be ready for the coming of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Today we hang our first ornament on the Jesse tree to symbolize creation. Our increase in love for one another should also manifest itself in
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I had to buy flowers today. Dining room table was asking That I throw the dead ones away. But those were the last ones from My flower beds, and I didn’t Want to toss them just yet. I get so sad at the end Of growing season. The decaying Heads of old friends who have
So small in the arms of the priest No, his words cannot be true My babe can’t rend the world we know Nor sword cleave my heart in two Yet we’d had to flee for safety Our world turned upside-down Dwelling among strangers Later settled in a distant town Then this boy, no longer a
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Today, as the country pauses to recall that frightening day twenty years ago, I take a moment, too. I was still working then. I was in our lab at Cornell setting up an experiment when a graduate student burst in saying something awful had just happened in New York City. I turned on my radio
I lost my mother on August 23, 2021. I still am processing this. It is hard to come to grips with the fact that I will never see her again this side of death. I will never hear her laugh, listen to her stories, share gossip, or cook together again. My heart is full of