11/23/25

Monday Morning Offering: 11/24

Coffee in the Morning


Good morning, good God!

Thanksgiving's just a few days away, Lord, and I want to be ready on Thursday to thank you for all I have, especially what I have in abundance, all from your generous hands: Iwant to remember the ways you've helped me since last Thanksgiving, just a year ago...

Help me remember, Lord, all the times when your strength, not my own, helped me through some really rough patches...

Help me remember how, in your faithful love, you've never abandoned or left me alone...

Help me remember the gift of your mercy and pardon - every time I strayed from your grace...

Help me remember how each time I prayed you were right there, waiting and ready to hear me...

Help me remember you were always there - when just one more step seemed more than I could take...
 
Help me remember the pain I've endured, the hurt I've survived  and the healing your grace has provided...
 
Help me remember, Lord, the people who love and care for me: family and friends, colleagues and neighbors, near and far and right next door...

Help me remember as gifts from you the things I often feel entitled to: good food and clean water, warm clothing, a place to live, safety, liberty and freedom... 

Help me remember, Lord, all who serve, protect, defend and care for me - especially all those whose names I don't know...

Help me remember and be grateful for my vision, my hearing, my sense of touch, smell and taste 0  and all the good and beautiful things I experience through my senses...

Help me remember what I take for granted, and open my eyes to blessings and gifts I've wasted, or haven't used - or don't yet know are mine...

Help me remember that every good gift comes from you, my God: from your hand to mine, from your heart to mine - and all to be shared with others...

Help me remember and never forget my many reasons for thanking you and praising you - again and again and again...

Come this Thanksgiving Thursday, Lord, help me remember  (between the turkey and the football games) help me remember to thank you for all the gifts and blessings I've been privileged to receive...

This morning, Lord, and on Thursday - and on every day this week - I offer you my thanks, O God, from whom all blessings flow...

Amen.
 

  

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Homily: King Jesus in a "No Kings" culture


Below you'll find a widget with the audio (and the text) of my homily for this weekend's liturgy for the Feast of Christ the King.  (My loyal videographer was out-of-state this weekend - so no video.)
 
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The feast of Christ - the King...

As a people, we Americans are a nation born in response to - and as a rejection of - the king. And not just one particular king: our founding fathers and mothers rejected monarchy all together as a way of governing people. We pride ourselves on not being loyal subjects of the crown - that we are citizens, loyal to the nation we claim as our own: a government understood to be OF the people, BY the people, and FOR the people.

 

So the corporate ethos of this political stance places us Catholic Christians in a curious position as we come together to celebrate the feast of Christ - the King - in spite of the fact that Jesus made it abundantly clear in his own words that he did not want to be made a king. But the scriptures leave no doubt that we are subject to the Lord's dominion, to the reign of Jesus, our Redeemer. St. Paul reminds us that we are citizens of the Lord's Kingdom, and thus aliens in our native land. Jesus himself would tell us to worry about nothing, but only - above all else - to seek the kingdom of God.

 

So a question immediately presents itself: “Can I be a citizen of both the Lord's Kingdom and my homeland? Can I call myself a faithful Christian and a faithful American?” Well, I hope, and I pray, and I believe that I can. But does that require careful reflection, careful discernment, and sometimes painful choices on my part? You bet it does!

 

American Christians who believe there's no conflict between their faith and their patriotism are either woefully ignorant of the demands of their faith - or pathetically ill-informed about their nation's laws and politics. Or both!

 

Christians are obliged to discern how their faith in God informs, shapes, colors, interprets, and judges the world around them - precisely so that they can determine what truly belongs to God and what belongs to Caesar - and to know that what belongs to God will always have first claim on our loyalty, our allegiance, and our obedience.

 

Some individuals and some philosophies make a god of the state. That is idol worship. (I-D-O-L worship.) Others make a god of the church, and that, too, is idolatry, because the church is not God. God is so much greater and bigger than the church. The church exists to serve God.

 

And yet the church is the body of Christ, who is our king: a king who is not hidden behind palace walls, but rather lives in our hearts; a king who did not inherit his royalty from some royal line, but rather earned it, being crowned with the thorns of his suffering for us and nailed to the throne of a cross. 

 

Jesus is not a monarch who treats us as his subjects. At the Last Supper, he told us, "I no longer call you servants, I call you friends.” Jesus, our King, calls us his sisters and brothers, making us members of the royal family of Jesus.

 

We are kin to the King who claims dominion over our hearts and our souls; our bodies, our lives; over our thoughts, words, and deeds, and all our relationships; over our philosophies, politics, and polemics; dominion over our desires, decisions and choices; over all we own and possess.

 

The kingship of Jesus reminds us that though we are indeed IN the world, it is not the world to which, ultimately, we belong.

 

So I might suggest that we American Christians have a kind of dual citizenship. We are the people of the United States - but our hearts belong to Christ, who has first claim on our loyalty and our allegiance.

 

As a citizen of the Republic, I have a responsibility to participate fully and knowledgeably in our government. As a Catholic Christian, I have a responsibility to know, understand and live what the gospel demands and what the Church teaches and to integrate that in my life as honestly and as fully as I am able.

 

A good example of this is duality can be found in how Pope Leo and the US Catholic bishops have spoken recently about the plight of immigrants in the United States. While affirming the need for national borders and good border, Pope Leo and the bishops call on our nation for improved immigration laws. And they call on each of us, the members of the Church of Christ the King, they call on each of us to be compassionate and generous in our outlook on, our outreach to, and our embrace of our immigrant brothers and sisters who, along with us, are members of Christ's body: members of the royal family.

 

You and I are here this evening because we have been invited to the King's table to share in his supper. He invites us here to share in a royal banquet that feeds us with his very life, his body and his blood: the Bread of Angels, and the Cup of Salvation.

 

He comes to us tonight, not on a throne, not in a royal chariot, not in a limo, not on the clouds of heaven - but in the simplicity of this meal of bread become flesh, and wine become blood for us.

 

Pray with me that we open our hearts to enthrone our King who gathers us here for a taste and a sip of that feast which he has ready for us in his kingdom: where his reign is eternal, where his truth is forever, and where his peace is everlasting.

 

  

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NIGHT PRAYER: Sunday 11/23

On Sundays, Night Prayer will focus on an element from the day's celebration of Mass. On this feast of Christ the King, our prayer flows from a hymn celebrating Christ's reign over us all: Soon and Very Soon!
 
Because it's the feast of Christ the King 
    we sing of seeing you, Lord our God
        - soon and very soon...
 
Because it's almost Advent time
    we await and sing of your coming, Lord 
        - soon and very soon...
 
Since Christmas is but a month away
    we sing of greeting your birth, O Lord 
        - soon and very soon...
 
Because our lives are 0h-so-brief
    we sing of when we'll meet you, Lord
        - soon and very soon... 
 
Because of your mercy, pardon and grace
    we sing of seeing your face, O Lord
        - soon and very soon...
 
Because you rule with compassion, Lord,
    we long to know your love for us
        - soon and very soon...
 
Because we need your healing, Lord,
    come touch our bodies, hearts and minds
        - soon and very soon...
 
Because we put all our hope in you
    draw near and save us, O Lord our God
        - soon and very soon...
 
Protect us, Lord, while we're awake
    and watch over us while we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with you
    and asleep, rest in your peace...

Amen. 
 
Tonight's song is a favorite of mine - I hope it will 
be sung at my funeral!  But until then, I'm pleased
to hear it any day of the year...
 
Soon and Very Soon by Andrae Crouch,
    performed by Christian Edition

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11/22/25

Pause for Prayer: SUNDAY 11/23

 

Today we celebrate your kingship, Lord,
even though you told us in so many ways
    - not to make you a king...

But it must might be
    that I need a king...  

I need you to reign over my life
    because left to my own devices
        I mess things up way too often...

I need you to rule over my passions:
    my hungers and desires too often override
        my thinking, reasoning and conscience...

I need you to govern and hold sway
    over my erratic ways, my ups and downs,
        my inconsistent unpredictability...

I need you to decree again the law of love,
    commanding me to give with generosity
        when I'm so tempted to hold back...

Be my king, Lord:
    reign with loving order 
        over chaos in my day;
    rule with gentle strength 
        when I start to go astray;
    and govern with your word of truth 
        the way I live my life...

Be my king, Lord, and rule with gentle grace 
    my heart and soul
        and all my thoughts and words and deeds
    that I might serve you always,
        loyal to your saving name...

Amen.
 

  

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NIGHT PRAYER: 11/22

Today is the feast of Saint Cecilia. Although there's little historical information about this early martyr, she has long been venerated as the patron saint of musicians.  This, then, is a day to be grateful for the gift of music, and especially the music which is our praise of God - and for those who serve us as music ministers in the liturgy.   
 
I praise and thank you, Lord, for the music of creation:
    the harmony of the spheres,
    the melody of rain drops,
    the percussion of thunder,
    the wind, be it wild or whispering,
    the staccato of lightening,
    the desert's silence
    the rushing of waves,
    the cyclone's forte,
    the diminuendo of icicles
        melting in spring...

I praise and thank you, Lord, for sacred music:
    for psalms and hymns,
    anthems and canticles,
    hosannas and chants,
    refrains and verses,
    tunes and rounds,
    carols and dirges,
    mantras and litanies,
    classical and folk,
    praise-and-worshp and jazz,
    classical, contemporary,
    old and new... 
   
And I praise you, Lord, for the song of instruments:
    piano and organ,
    violins and guitars,
    drums and cymbals,
    horns and flutes,
    pipes and strings,
    solo, orchestral, ensemble...
 
And I thank you, Lord for those who make music:
    conductors and choirs,
    cantors and soloists,
    quintets, quartets, trios and duets,
    composers and arrangers,
    cantors and folk groups,
    instrumentalists and symphonies, 
    accompanists and chamber groups,
    section leaders, directors 
    and page turners...
 
But most of all, Lord, I thank you
    for the grand choir of all your people
who open their hearts and lift their voices
    in praise of you and all your good works,
        your mercy, your grace and your peace...

Protect us, Lord while we're awake
    and watch over us while we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with you
    and asleep, rest in your peace...

Amen.
 
Tonight's music is Benjamin Britten's Ode to Saint Cecilia.  It's lengthy and it won't suit everyone's taste but it's fitting tribute to the patron of the songs and sounds of thanks and praise we raise to God in our prayer.  If Auden's lyrics don't catch your attention, simply listen for the beauty of Britten's composition.

Hymn to St. Cecilia      
    Words by W. H. Auden
    Musical setting by Benjamin Britten 
    Performed by Voces8 
 
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    I
In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.

Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell's abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

     II

I cannot grow;
I have no shadow
To run away from,
I only play.

I cannot err;
There is no creature
Whom I belong to,
Whom I could wrong.

I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.

All you lived through,
Dancing because you
No longer need it
For any deed.

I shall never be
Different. Love me.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

     III

O ear whose creatures cannot wish to fall,
O calm of spaces unafraid of weight,
Where Sorrow is herself, forgetting all
The gaucheness of her adolescent state,
Where Hope within the altogether strange
From every outworn image is released,
And Dread born whole and normal like a beast
Into a world of truths that never change:
Restore our fallen day; O re-arrange.

O dear white children casual as birds,
Playing among the ruined languages,
So small beside their large confusing words,
So gay against the greater silences
Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head,
Impetuous child with the tremendous brain,
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain,
Lost innocence who wished your lover dead,
Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

O cry created as the bow of sin
Is drawn across our trembling violin.

O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.

O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.

That what has been may never be again.

O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath
Of convalescents on the shores of death.

O bless the freedom that you never chose.

O trumpets that unguarded children blow
About the fortress of their inner foe.

O wear your tribulation like a rose.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

  

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11/21/25

Pause for Prayer: SATURAY 11/22

 

Of this I can be certain, Lord:
    the day ahead will offer me opportunities:

to change in me what needs to be changed,
to forgive someone who's offended me,
to work on things put off too long,
to let go a grudge, a resentment,
to rejoice in my neighbor's blessings,
to speak a word I need to say,
to ask pardon of someone I've hurt,
to get my butt up off the couch,
to make peace with friends and in my family,
to drink in nature's beauty,
to open my heart to someone in need,
to contact someone missing me,
to be grateful for what I have,
to console and comfort the burdened,
to walk my talk with integrity, 
to pray for my enemy,
to right a wrong I'm part of,
to walk in my neighbor's shoes,
to look for the best in others,
to simplify my cluttered life,
to close my mouth and listen up,
to seek out wisdom
to act with prudence, not haste,
to slow down, stop and speak with you,
to ask for your forgiveness,
to tell the truth, 
to give someone a second chance, 
to start again, 
to give more than I take,
to make amends, 
to place my troubles in your care,
to trust that you are always there,
to name you as my Lord and God,
to thank you for my blessings
to share the gifts you've given me,
and to grow in your love and grace... 
So many opportunities, Lord,
    so many invitations,
        open doors and possibilities!
With you wisdom and counsel,
    your grace and your Spirit,
        help me make the best of this day...

Amen.

 

  

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NIGHT PRAYER: Friday 11/21


Some of my seasonal posts are among my personal favorites - I enjoy reworking them and sharing them with you year after year.  Here's my latest version of a prayer I first posted 15 years ago - and a new song to go with it...
 
The chill, the rain, the wind
have claimed all leaves
save those whose stubborn hold
will not let go 'til you, Lord,
say the word 
and then they'll fall, 
spiraling
 
in autumn's letting go
when holding on 
to what's now past
might seem survival's only path
but you know, 
more than I, Lord,
you know how my letting go 
may be my only way to hold 
all I keep dear 
and all I dearly try to keep
as mine, as mine, as mine...
 
Help my letting go, Lord,
my letting go my hold on all
my stored up fears and tears,
my grip on all I won't let go,
on all that won't let go of me... 
 
I offer you my fear of falling,
fear of letting go my heart
into your saving hands,
your saving care,
into your promise to be there
to catch me safely in your arms
and hold me close in your embrace...
 
Help me make my own, Lord,
the prayer of falling autumn leaves,
trusting that you'll keep me
through winter's biting wind and cold
as I let go my grip, my hold
on all I've lost,
on all - save hope of spring... 
 
Gather, Lord, your falling leaves
the pleas that spiral from my heart
this bittersweet November
in my letting go 
my autumn soul 
into your gentle hands...

Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
    and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
    and asleep rest in your peace...

Amen. 
 
Letting Go by New Creation Worship   
 
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Instrumental

In the tempest's roar
Still, your peace endures forever
Certain as the dawn
Perfect love has won my heart

Casting all my cares
To the One who holds tomorrow
Resting in your love
Grace now overflows in me

Fall into the everlasting arms
Walk upon the waves, you are my calm
Jesus, I will trust in all you've done
Letting go, letting God take over


Casting all my cares
To the One who holds tomorrow
Resting in your love
Grace now overflows in me

 

Fall into the everlasting arms
Walk upon the waves, you are my calm
Jesus, I will trust in all you've done
Letting go, letting God

I fall into the everlasting arms
Walk upon the waves, you are my calm
Jesus, I will trust in all you've done
Letting go, letting God take over

Instrumental

Be still and know O my soul
All is well, all is well
Be still and know O my soul
All is well, all is well

There is a peace that calms every storm
There is a peace
His name is Jesus
His name is Jesus

  

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Pause for Prayer: FRIDAY 11/20



Just a little more than a week left in November, the month of All Souls, a special time to remember and pray for those who have gone before us... Let's not forget to pray for those who were often forgotten... 

I pray today for those who died
whose story was a mystery, 
    a puzzlement, a problem
for their families and their friends, 
their colleagues and their neighbors 
- but not for you, O Lord, 
    who understood and loved them...

I pray for the marginalized and unappreciated: 
    those left out of groups and games,     
    estranged from friendship circles,
        forgotten, overlooked
            just when it counted most;
    those often left behind,
        without a thought, ignored,
    those who often stood alone,
        so very much alone...
 
I pray for those 
    who suffered the pain and ache,
        of having no one to lean on,
    no one to sit with and talk to,
        no one there to share a joy,
            a sorrow, a hope, a loss, a dream
                or just a quiet moment...

I pray for those
    whose loneliness shut them out,
whose isolation hid them 
    from those who sought them out
        to speak and to be with them
- but all to no avail -
    so much had their solitude
        shaped their hidden life...
 
Lord, I pray for those who knew, like you, 
    what it means to be forgotten,
        deserted and abandoned,
    left behind,
        left to surrender to love unseen, 
    love whose arms reached out to save,
        to catch, to hold in peace
            the lonely and forgotten
    in that embrace that every soul
        desires without end...

I pray for these forgotten ones
    that now, at last, they rest in joy, 
embraced and held forever
    in your loving arms, O Lord,
made one with you 
    and all you've gathered in to share
        your never-ending peace...

Amen.

  

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