Message of 9-30-14

Published: Tue, 09/30/14

A Daily Spiritual Seed
Tuesday: September 30, 2014


Message of the Day

The signs accompanying grace are much joy, peace, love, and truth. Such signs impel us to seek truth. But the signs of sin are accompanied by turmoil, not joy and love toward God.
- St. Macarius ·

(Which signs have been present in your life lately?)



Daily Readings

JB 3:1-3, 11-17, 20-23;    PS 88:2-8;    LK 9:51-56

R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.

O LORD, my God, by day I cry out;
at night I clamor in your presence.
Let my prayer come before you;
incline your ear to my call for help.

For my soul is surfeited with troubles
and my life draws near to the nether world.
I am numbered with those who go down into the pit;
I am a man without strength.

My couch is among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom you remember no longer
and who are cut off from your care.

You have plunged me into the bottom of the pit,
into the dark abyss.
Upon me your wrath lies heavy,
and with all your billows you overwhelm me.


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Reflection on the Scriptures

If we consider ourselves disciples of Jesus, when we meet some form of rejection, the first thing to do is not to "get back" with some hostile act of our own but rather to take the effort to consider what is a possible source of the other's hostility - their own sense of defending their values, their own woundedness, their own prior experience of rejection? That kind of thinking is a way of loving "the enemy." That takes a little leap of restraint and imagination, but it is exactly what Jesus expects of his followers (see Matthew 5 or Luke 6).

- by Dennis Hamm, S.J.

Spiritual Reading

Selected Quotes from the Writings of St. Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)

Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.


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