Only a contemplative mind can hold our fear, confusion, vulnerability, and anger and guide us toward love. Those who allow themselves to be challenged and changed will be the new cultural creative voices of the next period of history after this purifying exile. -- Fr Richard Rohr, "Daily Meditations," March 24, 2026
I'm hearing the hymn Were You There? in my head this morning...repeatedly. Namely, I'm hearing the rest of that sentence: when they crucified my Lord.
For those five words I am substituting when I lied, or I cheated, or I stole
What an exercise in arm-wrestling with my own self...everything I name, I promptly knock down for good cause. There's my ego on parade; as in, it was never my fault, never that much, never counted really.
Who is kidding whom? Clearly, it never counted that much to me...and apparently must struggle to matter yet.
To reiterate: Only a contemplative mind can hold our fear, confusion, vulnerability, and anger and guide us toward love.
Chilling fact: It is the last four words that cause me pause...it is the last word that causes my panic. Love.
I have a fear of love...no, I fear love. Uh-oh...there's a whole new chapter in my book of self Unto Self.
That is way too deep to go any further with now, or yet, but it is God's grace that I've owned it in writing this morning.
God is so good to me...I repeat with fingers crossed.
Thank you.
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