Friday, December 09, 2011

Carlo Carretto

There are no limits to the way[s] in which we experience God.

He is always new, and I suspect that he never repeats himself in the way he chooses to approach us.

When I was waiting for him under the olive-tree, he came under the oak.

When I was waiting for him in church, he came in the city.

When I sought him in joy, he came in sorrow.

When I gave up waiting for him I found him before me, waiting for me.

God has always taken me by surprise, and his time has never been mine.

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[From Summoned by Love (Orbis Books, 1978), p. 76]

Fr Christophe Lebreton, slain at Tibhirine

December 25, 1993

Christmas.

A dark night.  The morning Star lights up each face.  We are all alive.

And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness does not overcome it.

It is enough to stand firm in the power of becoming children of God,

born here of God.

What has happened to us?

You, the one who is above all,

the unexpected one, who reveals our thirst to us: come, oh!

Behold, I come quickly.

We are caught up in the Coming.  It remains for us to follow the flow of grace.

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[From How Far to Follow?: The Martyrs of Atlas, by Dom Bernardo Olivera, OCSO (Cistercian Publications, 1997), p. 61

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Song for Deborah

My day began
A bit off-track
I spilled some coffee
Down my back

A magic trick
I hopped the train
It's off to work
Wake up my brain

Spilling coffee down my back
Thank Heaven it was cold
Spilling coffee down my back
I'm thirty-eight years old

A doppio espresso, Jack
I'm spillin' coffee down my back
The stain will turn my white clothes black
I'm spillin' coffee down my back