Is God telling me
A sad truth about his Bride:
Kids have pulled apart in play
And I just Read More
Sacraments change prayer
‘Help your wife do dishes,’ or
‘Go play with the kids.’ Read More
I’m depressed. I’ve felt a surge of rejection over the past couple weeks, and what’s stupid is it all stems from the vitriolic, soul-crushing existence of social media. It’s simply embarrassing that, 1) we as a civilization have devolved to this being the “most efficient” way of communicating, when actually very little is communicated or learned; and 2) I, a pretty much against-the-mainstream, hippyish free spirit have fallen into all this must-maintain-an-online-presence nonsense. It’s hard living a life you know you’re not supposed to be living, that there’s a much better life for you, calling for you, if only… Read More
I was inspired while reading the chapter on motherhood, and apparently the baby in the womb was too, for after fifteen days past her estimated due date — as I tried intense mountain hiking, bumpy 4-wheel-driving over Engineer Pass, dancing my pregnant booty off to saloon ragtime, cooking with Himalayan chili peppers, an all-night full-moon vigil Read More
In the little stone church, I did hear what Holy Spirit was saying to the Church and the power of grace shook the rocks and Rocky Mountains and leveled my understanding. It is the sadness of the world that there are people who look into the tomb and see a dead body. I was dead for so many years because that is what I saw. My own reflection, could it be? At the nuclear level there are two of us on earth: the one who sees death and the one who sees an empty tomb.
2013, Amaya Engleking
Daniel Berrigan’s motto for the Nicaragua mission,
‘Let’s test this thing called “soul”.’
I get. I too, get the irony of following up such a precept with, “It was as simple as that.” How do we humans, what with our flesh and religions and legal-ese, starved souls and designer denim and bipartisan conquistadors, Read More
Here is my daughter singing that Good Friday plead from the cross,
“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom…”
[This is a continuation from Deep I]
Poverty and sorrow my allocation
I became a proverb unto the nation
Adorned in sackcloth, I am set afar off
From those who care not for salvation
But you know I am neither deaf nor dumb
Having been my trust and all life’s sum
Forsake me not, give strength to this lot,
Your power to everyone that is to come Read More
‘Twas your wrath, O Lord, your fiery rebuke
So I heard your voice and my net I forsook
When the dust settled, you spoke your verdict: Read More
It began as a trickle.
A revelation. Words were dripping.
My soul thawed and I knew God.
Beheld wondrous things of the law,
I knelt in awe. Read More