Theological reflections

THEOLOGICAL REFLECTIONS

I think  of the biblical story of Moses, who is exiled from Egypt and comes to a Hebrew village, a mountain side village of great believers In god, and how god speaks to him . He was a non believer, he

Understood his people had a strong belief in their god, but he did not have his own faith. Like my patient her faith was in that of the people around her and caring for her and in her life of giving and receiving but her faith was not in that of religious affairs and god.

The first recorded time that God spoke to Moses is described in Exodus 3:1-6.

Now Moses was keeping the flock of his father-in-law, Jethro, the priest of Midian, and he led his flock to the west side of the wilderness and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. 2 And the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush. He looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed. 3 And Moses said, “I will turn aside to see this great sight, why the bush is not burned.” 4 When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” 5 Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” 6 And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac

SPIRITUAL AFFAIRS:

Interesting I write affairs and not reflections.

I have great spirituality, I always have, from the time I read Judy Blum “are you there god, its me Margaret. I had a confirmed belief in something more than me, in god being affirmed, in prayer.

Having grown up with a Greek orthodox mother in large churches and having lived in a long island Jewish community I paid respect to both my mothers and fathers religions. My father being Jewish.

I remember when I married, while my father understood my love for Christ and the Gospels as a sort

Of calling through my prayers and poems that he joined me in, that wasn’t til later. I remember when I got married I asked the priest if he could limit the times he spoke Jesus name in my ceremony in order to respect my father standing by my sides religious beliefs,

Well that just didn’t happen and while I forgot the whole incident and felt perfectly at home with the ceremony we had, now thinking back on it I think how ridiculous it all sounds today. And I think of my patient who doesn’t want religious beliefs or have any spoken of to her, and yet loving thy neighbor as thyself or a marriage of great love joining or all the aspects of love and compassion are in god whether we call them that in Jesus” name or by a bedside, he is there.

kmg 2014

Gods grace
Is upon me as. I breathe the
Breath of knowing
Peace reigns as I become the light
atop a hill, this penthouse
And can not be hidden....

Emerge, spirit, I receive like a chersher cat and I give like the mountains and 
the volcano. I stand steady in u  and. I explode

May all goodness spark life- 

poem

(1230 - 1306)
English version by Serge and Elizabeth Hughes
 
O Love, divine Love, why do You lay siege to me?
In a frenzy of love for me, You find no rest.

From five sides You move against me,
Hearing, sight, taste, touch, and scent.
To come out is to be caught; I cannot hide from You.

If I come out through sight I see Love
Painted in every form and color,
Inviting me to come to You, to dwell in You.

If I leave through the door of hearing,
What I hear points only to You, Lord;
I cannot escape Love through this gage.

If I come out through taste, every flavor proclaims:
"Love, divine Love, hungering Love!
You have caught me on Your hook, for you want to reign in me."

If I leave through the door of scent
I sense You in all creation; You have caught me
And wounded me through that fragrance.

If I come out through the sense of touch
I find Your lineaments in every creature;
To try to flee from You is madness.

prose

The stillness of the morning overtaken me and. I sink into the blurred visions 
across the lake and not the house I am in

Reflection change as a moving wind lowly flips the reflection, like the way ur 
hand moves a fabrics up and down and it changes color....

Stillness knows also the duck who makes not a sound as its barely noticed, does 
the lake know the duck is on it, am I knowing for the lake and as much a part of 
nature in witness

Heaven on earth, is it a witness as christ fills us to be him ....

Lord, I pray I forgot everyday ur blessings so I may receive them again, for I 
was lost and now I'm found......

Amen

JOY

All the joy in life is a letting go , a holding  on is desire and a trap...
For desire is forward and all the juice of the suffering is in this moment...

What is the juice of the suffering of this moment-- faith, light, christ, elohim 
, Muhammad, Rahma , a calling, a sunrise, everything in which we are one in him, 
in each other, each other....

This moment I am alive as I watch the sea gull  splash into its landing, then 
sit and float like a paper boat I once made in the bathtub..like the yellow 
ducky we have all played with or wanted to...

All the joy in life.......

Homer

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one who remembers all that he
wrought and endured.

-- Homer

And what if all liking was just a remembering, what is a song that hits just the 
right cord of sexy, the right cord or peaceful, the right tune, the right 
vibraiton, what if it were just a time we already knew......

And when we come to christ its a map ?

Unconditional love is forgiving anything you can be or do and loving you all the 
same....can I do that for your father, I think I can. Mom ! 

Romeo and juliet

Whereto I have invited many a guest such as I love  and you amongst the store, 
one more, most welcome, makes my number more

At my poor house look to behold this night earth treading stars that make the 
dark heaven light 

-k

nouwen

When our need leads us to grab desperately for a place, when our unhealed wounds 
determine the atmosphere around us, we become anxious. But then we let our hurt 
remind us of our need for healing. As we dance and walk forward, grace provides 
the ground on which our steps fall. Prayer puts us in touch with the God of the 
Dance. We look beyond our experience of sadness or loss by learning to receive 
an all-embracing love, a love that meets us in everyday moments.

And so we wait patiently, if the situation requires it, watching for gifts to 
come where we are. Look at the wonderful exuberant flowers painted by Vincent 
Van Gogh. What grief, what sadness, what melancholy he experienced in his 
difficult life! Yet what beauty, what ecstasy! Our glory is hidden in our pain, 
if we allow God to bring the gift of himself in our experience of it. If we turn 
to God, not rebelling against our hurt, we let God transform it into greater 
good. We let others join us and discover it with us.

Nouwen

If we are more interested in acquiring knowledge than in connecting knowledge to 
practice, there will not be any benefit even if we become familiar with many 
spiritual ideas.

Thinley Norbu Rinpoche

prose

Went to church sunday and gave all the money in my wallet to the church 
colleciton

Then there was another collection and while my intentions are faced right, I 
still feel a lack of being able to put even a dollar in the second pot.


I feel the message was we can not always give what we don't realize is the most 
good, or we can not always realize the gifts when we do ....

amen-

prose

Our is a triune god, a god of the trinity of the holy spirit and the son who he 
became and god in us who is.


The teachings are not of a cafeteria catholic, but of love.....

The 'church ' of all times like the pharasees; jesus spoke to, like my sister in 
christ who died and experiences oneness , speaks of the soul, who's open to its 
journey of heaven by the knowledge ut has shared by living in love, living in 
christ. Living in love thy neighbor as thyself, living in help the poor, help 
the sick, serve , for the everlasting waters is the gift of the giving....

Wash not ur hands pharasees to come to my table, for all these rules ur soul 
doesn't save for heaven....live it on earth !

Amen

prose

This morning the prayer is how grateful I am for my life, ho rich the material 
of the fabric that woven allows for forgiveness
Allows for adventure in the giving
Opens to love-

My birthday is next week and how I enter the unknown equally  much as I have 
entered time
And I am that grateful