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I Want to Say Something to All of You.

Luke 12: 13-21

“Thus will it be for those who store up treasures for themselves, but are not rich in the matters of God.”

Sometimes on the evening News we are given the announcement that this or that movie star or world leader from the past has died.  I remember years ago a friend of mine saying “Sic transit gloria mundi!”  “Thus passes the glory of the world!”

We think we’re going to be here forever.  And so much of our time is swept up in the building of our kingdoms here.  In the end, will any of that matter?

Years ago, when I was in High School and falling in love with boys left and right, even though I wouldn’t admit it, there was a song that was sung often during Mass.  I went to a Catholic High School, a small, close knit all boys school.  This song was often used at graduation Masses.  It was published by the Monks of Weston Priory and it’s called “Wherever You Go.”  It’s based on that wonderful text from the book of Ruth.  “Wherever you go, I will go.  Wherever you live, I will live. . . .”  In the middle of the two verses of this song was a wonderful spoken part and, if I can remember it correctly, it went something like this:

“I want to say something to all you who have become a part of the fabric of my life.  The color and texture which you have brought to my being have become a song and I want to sing it forever.   There is an Energy which makes things happen, when the paths of other persons touch ours and we have to be there and let it happen. When the time of our particular sunset comes, our ‘thing,’ our accomplishment won’t really matter.  But the clarity and care with which we have loved each other will speak with vitality of the great gift of life that we have been for each other.” (Monks of Weston Priory)

I want to say something to all of you.

I hope and pray that somehow my life, and yours, is not so much caught up in the building of my “thing” or accomplishment, but the building up of you as a person.  I hope and pray that the affect that I leave on the world won’t be so much about the size of house I had, how much money I made, how smart I am and how many degrees I have, how big my business has grown, etc.  But I hope that the affect I leave on the world will be the spark of vitality and life that I have given to others.

To what are we giving our time?

Saving Lives

“God chose those whom the world considers absurd to shame the wise. . . . God chose the world’s lowborn and despised . . .” See 1Corinthians 1: 26-31


I have this soft spot in my heart for the underdog. And I have to say that I have an especially soft spot in my heart for the gay underdog. I’m sure it’s because of my own experience of growing up gay and subconsciously drinking in messages that I was fundamentally flawed. The day I realized in my heart that I was not flawed, but wonderfully made, it gave birth to a passionate desire to lift up those who feel themselves to be flawed or less than. This desire has not subsided all these years. Nothing gives me more happiness than to sit with one who has drunk in these messages and to help them, with my own story, realize that they are wonderfully made! In this age of increasing religious anti-gay rhetoric, it’s all the more important that there be present other “religious/spiritual” voices that speak a different message.

Some years ago, while giving a weekend retreat/conference, a man approached me and asked if he could talk with me. With tears in his eyes and his body shaking because he was so nervous, he told me of his same sex attraction and the utter despair he felt because his church was telling him that he was damned. We talked a long time and through sharing my story, that man’s face was literally transformed. Fear and self loathing gave way to surprised joy at the thought of being wonderfully made. As we parted he thanked me profusely. I looked at him and simply said “you’re welcome.” He looked at me and said that I had no idea how significant this was. He went on to say that he had often sat in his backyard with a gun in his hand, contemplating suicide. A friend had encouraged him recently to come to this retreat (which incidentally was a 12 Step retreat and had nothing to do with being gay) and for some reason he came. He now knew why. With tears in his eyes again, but tears of joy, he looked at me and said: “You see, you just saved my life!”

The gift that I have been given, I want to give. I SO want to be a life saver! If you are one who, for whatever reason, despairs of God’s love, I pray that through these words and in this Blog you will find a word that gives you hope and lifts you up.

Attacked by a Feeling and Can’t Let Go. Help!!!

Are you ever attacked by a feeling that grabs you out of the blue and holds you captive? OK, I’m going to be embarrassed to admit this, but here goes. At the airport a couple of weeks ago I saw two cute guys talking in a bar/restaurant and it became obvious to me that they had just met and were interested in each other. Before they parted for their flights they exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I found myself jealous. How stupidly immature it seemed of me! Where the hell was this coming from?

When I was able to step back and simply observe what I was feeling I quickly came to realize that this was a perfect example of the ego within. The ego ALWAYS wants more and is NEVER satisfied. It constantly reaches out for something more to fill its seeming emptiness. Sometimes it’s things. Sometimes it’s a place. And sometimes it’s a person. We are driven by it at various times. Instead of remembering all that we have had and have in our lives and being content with that, the ego constantly keeps us agitated, insisting that we MUST have this NOW, or else we will find ourselves eternally unhappy! This is the great lie, the great illusion that keeps us running after this or that. The advertising industry knows this full well!

The paradox is that if we listen to the ego and keep reaching out for what we don’t have, we will INDEED be unhappy! Conversely, if we gently let go of the screaming ego in our minds and become present, we will find that we lack nothing and we become open again to what Life will bring in THIS moment. When I became conscious of this, suddenly I wasn’t jealous of these two guys anymore and, with a smile, I wished them well as I overheard one of them call the other guy shortly after they parted and leave him a message. Who knows, maybe it will be a love connection that carries them through life?

When I become conscious of the chatter and pull of the ego, I quickly am able to let go. Envy turns to gratitude and celebration! And, paradoxically, in the letting go I am open to Life as it is and become present to Its surprises.

Your Magic Wand

Matthew 10: 1

“Jesus summoned his twelve disciples and gave them power to expel unclean spirits and to cure sickness and disease of every kind.”

Do you believe that you’ve got the power?

Do you believe that you have the power to free people of unclean spirits, of negative messages that keep them bound, in fear and paralyzed? Do you believe that you have the power to cure dis-ease of every kind, the power to calm the dis-ease of those who are ill or addicted, the power to heal the aloneness of those who feel spiritually shunned? Many of us think that we don’t have the power; but we do!

The apostles must have been very excited. Imagine being told that you now have a magic wand and when you wave it people will be healed, made whole, comforted and loved. The fact is, we all have that magic wand!

I was talking with a friend of mine last night and she spoke of the healing power of touch. A simple touch can be such a source of healing, welcome, compassion and understanding. Certainly the rites and rituals of Christianity are replete with touching gestures that are meant to welcome, heal, feed and refresh the weary. Bathing with water, anointing, rubbing fresh skin with perfumed oil, touching the penitent who comes humbly admitting his or her character defects, embracing and holding someone close in a gesture of peace, feeding one another with bread and wine, rubbing oil on the physical and spiritual wounds of others, and a calm touch in the transition from this life to the next, letting someone know that even in this moment, they are not alone.

We all have a magic wand that can heal others. All we need do is reach out, let someone know of our care and concern through a simple touch, phone call, email or the like. We all have the power! Who in your part of the world needs a healing touch today?