Jongleur de Jesus

 

Psalm 50

Just to prove that God has a sense of humor, I post these photos here, taken from my iPhone.
He knew of my attraction to His passion, and deigned to share with me. It incapacitates, and makes me shudder thinking about what His passion was like in reality, because the reality of trying to hobble around on this sore foot gives pause for sure. The pain when I put weight on the foot is penetrating. I find myself wondering how St. Padre Pio could stand to walk around when he was one truly sharing in the fullest way, with the cross of Jesus. The pain penetrates truly all the way through just exactly as if there were nails, and I can openly endure this happenstance happy in my imitation of my Lord, safe in the thought the glory is His and the pain is mine to treasure in His love, and I am free for humiliation such as my sins deserve.

May the Good Lord bless His children with peace and all the good things we need, abundantly.

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Jongleur de Jesus

 

Psalm 50

Just to prove that God has a sense of humor, I post these photos here, taken from my iPhone.
He knew of my attraction to His passion, and deigned to share with me. It incapacitates, and makes me shudder thinking about what His passion was like in reality, because the reality of trying to hobble around on this sore foot gives pause for sure. The pain when I put weight on the foot is penetrating. I find myself wondering how St. Padre Pio could stand to walk around when he was one truly sharing in the fullest way, with the cross of Jesus. The pain penetrates truly all the way through just exactly as if there were nails, and I can openly endure this happenstance happy in my imitation of my Lord, safe in the thought the glory is His and the pain is mine to treasure in His love, and I am free for humiliation such as my sins deserve.

May the Good Lord bless His children with peace and all the good things we need, abundantly.

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Security

As a baby we did not know how to speak or see, yet we followed every sound our parents made, and were secure in their hands.

I have developed a small case of gout in my left foot, out of nowhere. It is painful but the pain is manageable, thankfully.

I was thinking recently about how we see. It is assuredly not on our own. It is telling that the mystical experience of prayer is often described as darkness or night. The eyes do not see the Lord, the spirit does. and if we are not granted the vision by which to see Him, to satisfy our longing to see, then we see by the power of the Holy Spirit.

The spirit longs to see the Lord, free of the limitations of the fleshen eyes, and the spirit shares in the being of God by His grace, and accordingly, when we begin to see spiritually, as it were, then we also participate in the joy of the Lord to involve us in His seeing, and advance toward unity with Him at His pace.

One must put aside the desires, as difficult as that may be, learning to see for the moment with eyes that can see nothing, while He prepares a place for us to abide with Him.

We cannot at first find words to convey the reality of our being, but to those with spiritual eyes, the gladness of the soul permeating a person united to Him cannot be mistaken for anything else but God.

We learn to proceed with trust, allowing the Lord to help us walk, though at times it may not be apparent we are moving at all, or are soaring without the burden of our former reality.

It is imperative we know these things in a world that can be annihilated in an instant.

We should realize our time is short, and that it is important to ask Him what to say and what to do so that we may live in peace. Then too, sometimes there is no substitute for the flowing of the Holy Spirit through us in an astounding peace. To be aware of it, or to participate in it, it i necessary to pray with our spirit and our being. These are without words.

Security

As a baby we did not know how to speak or see, yet we followed every sound our parents made, and were secure in their hands.

I have developed a small case of gout in my left foot, out of nowhere. It is painful but the pain is manageable, thankfully.

I was thinking recently about how we see. It is assuredly not on our own. It is telling that the mystical experience of prayer is often described as darkness or night. The eyes do not see the Lord, the spirit does. and if we are not granted the vision by which to see Him, to satisfy our longing to see, then we see by the power of the Holy Spirit.

The spirit longs to see the Lord, free of the limitations of the fleshen eyes, and the spirit shares in the being of God by His grace, and accordingly, when we begin to see spiritually, as it were, then we also participate in the joy of the Lord to involve us in His seeing, and advance toward unity with Him at His pace.

One must put aside the desires, as difficult as that may be, learning to see for the moment with eyes that can see nothing, while He prepares a place for us to abide with Him.

We cannot at first find words to convey the reality of our being, but to those with spiritual eyes, the gladness of the soul permeating a person united to Him cannot be mistaken for anything else but God.

We learn to proceed with trust, allowing the Lord to help us walk, though at times it may not be apparent we are moving at all, or are soaring without the burden of our former reality.

It is imperative we know these things in a world that can be annihilated in an instant.

We should realize our time is short, and that it is important to ask Him what to say and what to do so that we may live in peace. Then too, sometimes there is no substitute for the flowing of the Holy Spirit through us in an astounding peace. To be aware of it, or to participate in it, it i necessary to pray with our spirit and our being. These are without words.

Merry-Go-Round

 I have had internal problems again and have slowly recuperated. Along with feeling lousy comes a lack of desire and inspiration; they are hard to combat.

Given what is going on in the world, I feel like I am on a merry-go-round, hanging on for dear life. i offered my small sufferings to Jesus and His Mother for the sake of souls. I hope you will do the same and profit from the graces that flow from doing so.

Spring is establishing itself firmly and the trees are fully loaded with beautiful leaves. The Cottonwoods soar high and sway in the wind. i  miss the hummingbirds. people in the apartments above me have a feeder and it usually os very busy. The hummers flock in from the feeders to rest in the treetops, usually, but they abruptly disappeared. I read that California has a bloom going on and the birds have gone south for the feast :). A little rain is all it takes to clothe the hillsides in life .

The propaganda machines ae busy on Youtube, and I continue to pray for peace. Meantime, let us pray the truth be known and not the lies.

UPDATE:
I think my troubles are related to fasting. I will have to mitigate the fasting.

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A Pied-Billed Grebe. Taken at Bitter Lake yesterday.

Merry-Go-Round

 I have had internal problems again and have slowly recuperated. Along with feeling lousy comes a lack of desire and inspiration; they are hard to combat.

Given what is going on in the world, I feel like I am on a merry-go-round, hanging on for dear life. i offered my small sufferings to Jesus and His Mother for the sake of souls. I hope you will do the same and profit from the graces that flow from doing so.

Spring is establishing itself firmly and the trees are fully loaded with beautiful leaves. The Cottonwoods soar high and sway in the wind. i  miss the hummingbirds. people in the apartments above me have a feeder and it usually os very busy. The hummers flock in from the feeders to rest in the treetops, usually, but they abruptly disappeared. I read that California has a bloom going on and the birds have gone south for the feast :). A little rain is all it takes to clothe the hillsides in life .

The propaganda machines ae busy on Youtube, and I continue to pray for peace. Meantime, let us pray the truth be known and not the lies.

UPDATE:
I think my troubles are related to fasting. I will have to mitigate the fasting.

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A Pied-Billed Grebe. Taken at Bitter Lake yesterday.

Treasure

 

Oh you insubstantial thing, do you not know that
I love you as my greatest treasure?
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ArizonaDesertDrive

If you were to drive through the desert and you saw a little plateau, why would you not suspect that all the rock sloping down from its sides had experienced the force of erosion, wind and rain? On the day of your journey through the desert, it would be amazing to see that such forces were at work even as you drove by.

It may not be raining as you pass, but how else can you explain the evidence of your own eyes?

If it is stormy and frightening with vivid lightening flashes and startling thunder, will it not pass as the stream of the atmosphere rushes on? Just so, trust in the Lord, that He will bring low the mountain in your path, and still the thundering violence of the wind and air.

Today was not given to regret the past or dread the future, but that God might be with you, and you might experience His embrace. Why are you in the quiet garden if not to feel the warmth of His embrace?

Often times, when watching a video of a strange and captivating place of solitude I think, "Now that is where I should make my hermitage", and the Lord replies, "you are with me and I pass through places and you have not seen the world I have seen because you have so little time."

Yet, ours is all of eternity if we embrace our Creator and do not sadden Him with our sins.

Journey on, and see all He has to show, and trust that you will sleep fully satisfied.