God of infinite patience,
God of unquenchable grace,
help my impatience,
touch my ungraciousness,
When I become frustrated with,
or angered by,
or annoyed at,
another person,
remind me that person
is your beloved child,
made in your image.
Strengthen my patience;
renew my grace,
that I might find ways,
beyond what I perceive as my capacities,
to act in kindness and
to demonstrate love
that we might walk together humbly with you
and work for justice.
I pray in Jesus’ name.
Amen.
Filed under Prayer
A lot of my “making” lately has revolved around food. I cook more than I ever imagined I would. The colors and textures of this breakfast are intriguing.
Writing of prayers is a form of making, I suppose. As is writing at work.
God makes all things. And God makes all things new. And when we make, we live into being created in the image of God.
Photo: 12 December 2019; New York, New York
Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado
July 8, 2011
Filed under Advent, National Park, Photo, Travel
Women’s Day March
March, 2015
New York, New York
Walking. Gym in the aparment
Cru of a Tiny Babe – Bruce Cockburn
Christmas in the Trenches – John McCutcheon
Christmas Must Be Tonight – The Band
The Bushes of Jerusalem – Tommy Sands
The Rebel Jesus – The Chieftains
Aguinaldo Jibaro – Pepe Castillo
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear – Nashville Christmas Orchestra
Un Flambeau, Jeanette, Isabella – Rosemary Beland
There Is No Rose of Such Virtue – Sting
The March Of The Kings/Hark The Herald Angels Sing – Trans-Siberian Orchestra
O Christmas Tree – Paul Pike And Medicine Dream
Good King Wenceslas – The Roaches
O Little Town of Bethlehem – The Choir
All I Want for Christmas – david m. bailey
Filed under Advent, Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
I am participating in AdventWord 2022. I have participated in this spiritual discipline off and on for several years. As in year’s past, the photos are usually ones that I have taken and saved, or that others have taken and saved. Should I take a photo for AdventWord 2022, I will note that. Here is the list of words.
Wishing you a blessed Advent of waiting and preparation.
Slow us down, God,
that in this season,
we might wait
we might watch
we might prepare
to celebrate the birth of Jesus
to experience Jesus coming into your world and our lives each day
to live following Jesus more closely.
In his name we pray.
Amen.
I knew he would not be around forever.
No one ever is.
But Archie Roach endured so much.
He seemed indestructible.
Part of the Stolen Generations.
An orphanage.
Two foster care placements.
Fourteen years on the street after the death of his mother.
Alcoholism.
The death of Ruby Hunter, his wife and musical partner when she was 54.
A stroke.
Lung cancer.
Surgery.
Activism on behalf of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples.
Through it all, Archie Roach made his way with a song.
He entered my life through the radio. Driving in the Richmond area, many years ago, NPR broadcast a story about him which featured clips from his songs.
I was hooked and began collecting his music.
His songs spoke with power and passion of this life, his pain, his joy, his family, and his people. Brutal and tender, universal and personal, his songs spoke to me.
He did not forget where he came from but he used his experiences to lament what had been and dream what might be.
Today, I learned that Archie Roach died on July 30 of this year.
I grieve today. Listen to his music. And add some more, almost completing my collection.
Archie Roach will dominate my playlists for a couple days. I will take to heart some lyrics from “One Song,” a song released in February 2022.
Thank you for sharing your gift, your wounds, and your heart, Archie.
Remember well what we have told you
And don’t forget where you come from
Mother Earth will always hold you
And you are born of just one song
I will remember.
Archie Roach. Presente!
Filed under Antiracism, Music
Along the Graybeard Trail 