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Holy Week Reflection: Getting ready to celebrate the Triduum

Reflecting back when we started this journey on Ash Wednesday, we see that we have come a long way, but this is not the end. It is a new beginning to recognize God’s love for us and our commitment to do the same for others. Some of us made the commitment to give up or do something better for our lives. We recognize that probably we were not perfect in this commitment; maybe we forgot to do it, it was hard, very demanding for us or we were just lazy. Even though this might have happened, God was always there to give us a helping hand to carry our burden. So let us enter into this most sacred time of the year, knowing that God is with us.

On Sunday we had our palms, cheering, shouting and praising Jesus for he is a miracle worker, someone who understands the needs of the poor, who speaks the truth with sincerity and gathers people together to speak beautiful words of the new Kingdom that will be coming soon.

On Thursday he gathers his most trusted friends, the ones he has been teac…

Finding God

What if God was beyond my constrained Imagination

Not limited by lofty words of mindful expression
Nor kept in a guarded box of theological debate
But free to roam amongst the slightest doubts and strongest fears

That come from the hearts and minds of all
Across the expanse of a multitiered Multiverse
What if God whispered to children and prophets alike
And found expression in the butterfly as well as the pen

Would not the butterfly express the divine best
By Dancing about in its three-dimensional and holy form
Far clearer than a pen which can only illuminate
A dimension or two at best before stopping where the paper ends

What if God was found in that pen as well
Enlightening far more than acid-free paper with lead
But supple minds that can transcend our three-dimensional prison
Into the far-off limits of our cosmic creation

What if God was found beyond our limitations
Hiding not only in the fields of what is known
But in the trenches of guesses and shadows
Of what we think we comprehend

Is God then to b…