4/19/26

Monday Morning Offering: 4/20


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Good morning, good God!

A new week stretches ahead of me, Lord,
    and I pray you'll walk with me day by day...

Be with me 
    right from the moment I rise,
        through the night 'til I wake again...

Slow me down, Lord, when I go too fast
    and help me do as well as I can
        all that I need to accomplish...

Give me the wisdom, Lord, to lay aside
    the things I don't need,
    the cares I needn't carry,
    the burdens I needn't bear...

Lighten the burdens that are, indeed, mine
    and open me up to accept any help 
        that others may generously offer...

In the midst of worries this week may bring:
    calm my fears,
        lift my spirits,
            and give me time for rest...

Keep me from yesterday's worries
    and fear of what's yet to come;
keep me mindful
    of the moment that's now at hand...

Open my eyes to my neighbor's burdens
    and give me the grace and courage I need
to offer my hand, my arm and my shoulder;
    my heart, my support and my comfort;
        my smile, my time and my story,
            my compassion and understanding...
 
Show me your face this week, O Lord:
    open my ears to your voice,
    my eyes to awesome beauty,
    my heart to your flowing mercy,
    my mind to your wisdom and counsel,
    my weary limbs to your power and strength,
    my mouth to give you glory and praise...

A new week stretches before me, Lord,
    a week I offer to you and pray
        you help me live it a day at a time,
            in your good time,
                in peace...

Accept my prayer this morning, Lord,
    and all through the week ahead...

Amen.
 

  

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Homily for April 19

 
Below you'll find the audio of my homily for this weekend, based on the gospel story of Jesus surprising two of his friends by appearing to them on Easter afternoon, as they're making their way home from Jerusalem back to Emmaus.  Below the widget you'll find the text of my homily. (If a widget doesn't appear below, click here!) Finally, following the text of my homily, you'll find a prayer attributed to Saint Patrick which pairs well with today's gospel and which I offered the assembly for reflection after Communion.
 
 

Jesus drew near to the two disciples on the road to Emmaus but their eyes were PREVENTED from recognizing him…
 
But the scripture doesn’t tell us exactly what prevented these two disciples from recognizing the Risen Jesus at their side. Was it something about him?   Or was it something in them?
 
Certainly their minds and hearts, their thoughts and emotions, were consumed with all that happened in the last few days, all that had been reported to them: the arrest of Jesus by the Roman guards, his appearance before Pontius Pilate, the governor, the suffering he endured, his death on a Cross and his burial and then the amazing report from the women who had visited the tomb that morning - that Jesus had risen from the dead!
 
And now, the risen Jesus is walking with these two disciples - but their eyes were prevented from recognizing him.
 
Were they so preoccupied, so overwhelmed by grief and confusion that they didn’t recognize their old friend?
 
Did God - of his own design and purpose - choose to let them walk in the mystery, in the darkness - just a little longer?
 
Or was it simply that they never expected to see Jesus again - even though they’d heard the report that he had risen?
 
Here’s a fun fact: you and I have heard that same report. Haven’t we? The report that Jesus who was crucified and buried - rose from the dead. We’ve been told exactly what these two disciples on the road to Emmaus had been told - and yet we, too, often fail to recognize him even when he’s walking right by our side.
 
What prevents you and me from seeing Jesus? What prevents OUR eyes from recognizing him?
 
Certainly there are times when my problems and my worries and fears consume so that I might miss Jesus at my side -even as I pray for him to be there!
 
Or perhaps it’s anger or hurt or disappointment that blur my vision or even blind me such that I fail to recognize Jesus as he draws close to me with peace and healing and hope.

Or it could be that I just don’t pay much attention to the Lord, that I don’t look for him every day in prayer, that I don’t try to keep my heart - and eyes and ears open for his presence? open to him walking at my side?
 
There are so many things in my life that might prevent my eyes from recognizing Jesus, things like:
 
• my prejudices - the ones I don’t admit to others, and especially, the ones I find difficult to admit to myself;
 
• or my stubbornness might prevent me from listening to Jesus: my resistance to looking at things in a new way; my refusal to change my mind  – in spite of what I see, what I hear, in spite of what’s reported to me by reliable witnesses;
 
• or my politics might prevent me from seeing Jesus insofar as that stance trains my vision to see some things - but not others;
       
• or perhaps it might be my unwillingness to even desire to face the reality of Jesus in my life AND the change of heart it would take for me to see him in people I don’t like or don’t love; and welcome him – even at the expense to my own comfort.
 
• or I might blind myself to Jesus at my side because to acknowledge his presence,
would require me to change my thoughts and my ways - so significantly - that others may think me impractical, foolish or crazy, on account of what I claim to see, to believe and hold as truth.
 
• To truly recognize Jesus at my side and choose to walk with him will change and shape my politics and my preferences, the decisions and choices I make, the stands I take, and whom I recognize and name as brother, sister, family and neighbor - and how I welcome them into my life and share with them what I have. 
 
There are so many things, so many situations, so many reasons that prevent our eyes from recognizing, from seeing Jesus - right at our side. But the truth is: the Risen Christ never leaves my side - or yours. There’s not a step we take that the Lord doesn’t walk that step with us.

There’s not a moment of any day or night when he’s not right beside us -  behind us -  and just ahead of us.

But still, we fail to see him.
 
The risen Jesus asked the disciples on the road to Emmaus: “What are you discussing? What’s on your mind? What’s in your heart this morning?”
           
He asks us the same question. He wants to know our story - and often enough our story, like that of the two disciples - is a story of faith, disappointment, confusion and hope.

Jesus wants to be part of our story - on our good days and bad days, through all our ups and downs, in all our joys and sorrows.

• Is there anything this morning in my story, in your story, that prevents our eyes from recognizing Jesus - walking by our side?
 
• How long has it been since I’ve prayed? since I’ve told the Lord my story - and asked him to be part of it? How long has it been since I’ve asked the Lord, as did the two disciples in the story, how long has it been since I’ve asked Jesus,  “Please don’t leave -  stay with me - and be the Lord of my life!”
 
It’s only when the two disciples break bread with Jesus that their eyes are opened and they recognize Jesus.
 
Well – guess what! We’re here this morning to do just that! We are here to share in the breaking of bread as Jesus told us to do at his last supper on the night before he died.
 
Being here on the Lord’s Day is like walking the road to Emmaus. Even if, in the past week, our eyes have been prevented our hearts have failed to recognize Jesus by our side here at the Lord’s Table, at the end of one week and the beginning of another, the Lord draws near and reveals and shares himself with us in the breaking of the Bread.
 
Every time we celebrate the Eucharist we break and share the Bread of Life
and in receiving Communion we’re invited to recognize Jesus who gives himself to us this morning, as once he did on the Cross, so now in the sacrifice and sacrament of this altar.
 
He gives himself to us in this way – precisely – to open the eyes of our hearts to the wisdom and challenge of his word, that his truth might change our lives that we might begin to break ourselves open, like loaves of bread, to welcome and feed our neighbor, our brothers and sisters in Christ: whomever we might meet and wherever we might meet them on the road to Emmaus.
 
While preparing this homily I thought of a prayer attributed to St. Patrick. It’s sometimes called the LORICA, which means armor, and more specifically a hard-shelled casing protecting the chest - in contemporary terms - a kind of spiritual, bullet-proof vest.
 
I share this prayer hoping that its wisdom will open our eyes and help us recognize Jesus – walking by our side…
 
Prayer after Communion 
(from the Lorica of Saint Patrick) 
 
I arise today,
   through God’s strength to pilot me:
   God’s eye to look before me,
   God’s wisdom to guide me,
   God’s way to lie before me,
   God’s shield to protect  me,
      from all who shall wish me ill
         afar and anear, alone and in a multitude,
   God’s shield to protect me ,
      against every cruel merciless power,
         that may oppose my body and soul.
 
Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down
Christ when I arise,
Christ to shield me,
  
Christ in the heart
   of everyone who thinks of me
Christ in the mouth
   of everyone who speaks of me.
 
Amen.
 

  

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NIGHT PRAYER: Sunday 4/18

On Sundays, Night Prayer will focus on an element from the day's celebration of Mass. Today's scriptures didn't immediately suggest a particular direction  for prayer but the gospel includes the two disciples to whom Jesus appeared on the road to Emmaus.  This is the closest to that story we'll come on a Sunday in this year's course of Easter readings.  The previous link brings you to today's gospel, this post includes the text of the Emmaus story.

That very day, the first day of the week,
two of Jesus' disciples were going to a village called Emmaus,
seven miles from Jerusalem...
 
Like the two disciples, Lord,
my every day and every  week,
the course of my whole life,
is one long series of
comings and goings,
tos and fros,
from here to there and back again,
all the time 
searching
for a quiet, gentle time and place
to stop and take a breath,
to pause, to rest
and be at peace
with you...

And they were conversing 
about all the things that had occurred.
And it happened that while they were conversing and debating,
Jesus himself drew near and walked with them,
but their eyes were prevented from recognizing him...

Oh, how often, Lord, do I miss you?
How often am I too busy to look for you?
How often do I miss your presence at my side?
How often do I ignore you
or even pretend you're not there
even though I know
you're living in my heart?

He asked them,
"What are you discussing as you walk along?"
They stopped, looking downcast.
One of them, named Cleopas, said to him in reply,
"Are you the only visitor to Jerusalem
who does not know of the things
that have taken place there in these days?"
 
How often, Lord,
do you in your compassion and kindness
ask what's on my mind and in my heart
though you know so much better than I 
everything that passes through thoughts
and through my soul,
listening patiently while I, like a child,
pour out my sorrows and my hurt,
seeking healing and comfort
from you who know my story
so fully and so well...

As they approached the village to which they were going,
Jesus gave the impression that he was going on farther.
But they urged him, "Stay with us,
for it is nearly evening and the day is almost over."
So he went in to stay with them.
 
Even when I fear you've drifted off, Lord,
even when I search but cannot find you,
even and especially then
do you stay right by my side
and make your home within my heart
through the heat of day to sunset
and then all through the night...

And it happened that, 
while he was with them at table,
he took bread, said the blessing,
broke it, and gave it to them.
With that their eyes were opened and they recognized him,
but he vanished from their sight.
Then they said to each other,
"Were not our hearts burning within us
while he spoke to us on the way?"
 
When I cannot find you,
when you've vanished from my sight,
then open the eyes of my faith, Lord,
and open my heart and soul,
my mind and my thoughts,
my spirit and my imagination!
Open the whole of me
to the whole of you
in all the ways you join me
on the many paths I walk.
Let your Spirit's wisdom burn
in your every whispered word
as you feed my deepest hunger  
in the breaking of your bread...

Then the two recounted
what had taken place on the way
and how he was made known to them 
in the breaking of bread.
 
I'm at the end of my day, Lord,
it's time to find a quiet place
to rest and find some peace,
to remember that you're right by my side
and to listen for your gentle voice
and hear the healing word you speak
from your heart to my own...
 
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.
 
On the Journey to Emmaus by Marty Haugen

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On the journey to Emmaus with our hearts cold as stone-
the One who would save us had left us alone.
Then a stranger walks with us and, to our surprise,
he opens our stories and he opens our eyes.

And our hearts burned within us as we talked on the way,
how all that was promised was ours on that day.
So we begged him, 'Stay with us and grant us your word.'
We welcomed the stranger and we welcomed the Lord.

And that evening at the table as he blessed and broke bread,
we saw it was Jesus aris'n from the dead;
Though he vanished before us we knew he was near -
the life in our dying and the hope in our fear.

On the journey to Emmaus, in our stories and feast,
with Jesus we claim that the greatest is least:
and his words burn within us - let none be ignored -
who welcomes the stranger shall welcome the Lord.
 

  

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4/18/26

Pause for Prayer: SUNDAY 4/19

 
Every day, Lord - every day -
you give me all the help I'll need
    to accomplish whatever I need to do, 
    to speak the words I need to say,
    to get to wherever I need to go,
    to assist whomever needs a hand,
    to stop the things I need to end,
    to begin the things I need to try,
    to pray whatever's in my heart,
    to do what's good,
    to love what's just,   
    and to walk, humbly, 
        by your side... 
 
Open my mind, my heart and my soul
    to the grace and strength you'll offer me
for this day, Lord, and through the night
    especially whenever, wherever and how 
        I may need your help the most...


Amen.

  

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NIGHT PRAYER: Saturday 4/18



My cyber friend, Alden Solovy, wrote this beautiful prayer in 2014...  sadly, it's still relevant 12 years later.  As we pray Alden's words tonight, I know our hearts turn as well to the children of Ukraine, Russia, Iran - and all those places in the world where children are the most innocent victims of war...
 
Dear Children,
What can we say to you in times of war?
What can we say when you run for shelter, not for joy,
When you hide, not to seek, but huddle in fear?
No, it is not a game when you
Cry tears of dread in the night.

O grief,
O war and terror,
You have stolen our children.
You have stolen our rest.
And now you wish to steal our hope
In tomorrow.

Children of Gaza and Israel,
We pray for you to find each other,
In laughter and friendship,
Before someone teaches you
Anger and hatred,
While you are still pure with
Curiosity and wonder.

Children of Israel and Gaza,
We pray for you to find comfort
In the cradle of your mothers’ arms,
In the bosom of quiet and peace,
Without rocket or mortar to break
The gentle stillness of the air,
The lovely silence of the night.

One God,
Maker of All,
Is this too much to ask?
Is this too much to dream?
That one day all children of the world
Will run with glee toward one another,
Will hold hands together in delight,
To skip and twirl and dance
To the rhythms of peace?

© 2014 Alden Solovy and tobendlight.com.

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 as beautiful as it is simple...

Peace for the Children 

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Peace for the children, peace, peace,
Peace for the children we pray.
Following the path of One of peace,
we work for healing, we work for peace;
peace for the children today.
 
    Peace for all people...
    Peace in our families...
    Peace for the nations...
    Dona nobis pacem 
        Give us peace
    Peace for all creatures...
    Peace for our planet...
    Peace in the cosmos...

    We pray... for peace...

  

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Pause for Prayer: SATURDAY 4/18

Photo by CP

 
While philosophers and theologians 
offer heady proof for the existence of God,
my proof of your being, Lord,  
is quite simple and humble...
 
April's flowering trees
are proof enough for me 
that you are, that you exist
in every single blossom,
a witness of your nature,
eternal and divine... 

You bring all trees back to life each spring,
their barren branches dressed in shades of green
lavish, dense, lush
but with extravagant divinity
you choose some, not all, 
and adorn their leafy arms 
with blossoms white and gold,
lilac and blood red... 
 
And so much other evidence
to prove you are, you're here;  
artichokes and full moons; a baby's reaching hand; 
every kind of music; understanding and compassion;  
long and loving hugs; imagination's endless scope; 
Jesus and his gospel; the gift of human language; 
wine and cheese and bread;
faith that's prayed and shared; 
hope in hopeless moments;
unexpected friendship, 
mercy undeserved;
the written, printed word; 
a passion for the truth;  
bare skin warmed by sunlight; 
intuition, thoughts and hunches;
butterscotch and chocolate; 
selfless love (no strings attached);
gentleness and kindness;
healing of all kinds
and sweet memories of the past,
of springtimes now long gone
filled with flowering trees in April 
- just to name a few... 
 
All these, my humble, simple proofs
of your being and your presence
in my everyday existence:
   yes, you are, O Lord - for sure
   and I, my God am yours...

Amen.

Perhaps you'd like to reflect and add some of your own proofs or the existence of God in the world, in your life... This music might help you do that...  

Spring by Herman Beeftink

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4/17/26

NIGHT PRAYER: Friday 4/17


 
(For those who will read this and worry:
    my health is very good - thank God!)
 
This is the day the Lord has made...
    Today's the first day of the rest of my life...
        One day at a time...
 
These sayings are valuable on every day, Lord,
    but especially for me, especially today, 
        my birthday, my 79th...   
 
Today these words are unusually keen:
    filled with meaning, 
        solemn and joyful,
            poignant, mysterious, 
                amazing and graced...
 
For decades, Lord, the years slipped by so quickly
    but now's the time when each day counts,
when every sunrise comes as gift
    and every night's a time to pray
        in thanks for all the life I've known,
        in hope for all that's yet to be...
 
 My supply of days will have its end
    though I pray much more's in store for me:
        time to enjoy whatever you've planned,
        to seek your pardon for wrongs I've done,
        to deepen my faith in your love for me,
        to grow in your wisdom, more and more
        and to do what I might 
            to share the peace you've shared with me
                through decades of my life...
 
79 years, Lord - and I'm grateful for every one!
 
I give you thanks for the joy I've known
    and for your healing in times of grief...
 
I praise you, Lord, for all your blessings
    and for sustaining me in times of need...
 
I thank you, Lord, 
    for getting me through all the troubles
       I thought I couldn't, wouldn't survive...
 
And I pray tonight for many more days
    - for weeks and months and years -
to seek and find and know your love:
    a day at a time, each day a gift,
       each day the first of the rest of my life...
   
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.

Thank You For This Day  by Billy Causey

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Thank you for this day; thank you for this time.
Thank you for this moment in my life; I give you thanks.
 
Teach me how to live; teach me how to love you more.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow's not yet come; thank you for today.
 
Thank you for this day, thank you for this time.
Thank you for this moment in our lives; we give you thanks.
 
Teach us how to live; teach us how to love you more.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow's not yet come; thank you for today.
 
Thank you for today; thank you for this time
thank you for your presence in our lives; we give you praise
 
Teach us how to live; teach us how to love you more.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow's not yet come; thank you for today.
 
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow's not yet come; 
thank you for today. thank you for today.
 

  

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