Easter 2015

Easter 2015

Sixth Sunday after Easter

Do you know that your perspective in life can make all the difference in the world? Take, for example the little boy who got lost at the YMCA and found himself walking into the women’s locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a little boy before?”

3rd Sunday of Easter

Don’t worry….just give your worries to God and let him take care of them.. It was at that moment that I asked God to come into my life and to please take over admitting both my weakness and fraility. Afterwards for the first time in my life I realized that everything was OK after all. I have discovered that this journey that started almost two years ago is by far the greatest journey of my life. I have learned that it’s not the destination that matters it’s the journey itself. I can’t begin to tell you how my life has evolved and continues to do so every day. There are times I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Don’t worry….just give your worries to God and let him take care of them.. It was at that moment that I asked God to come into my life and to please take over admitting both my weakness and fraility. Afterwards for the first time in my life I realized that everything was OK after all. I have discovered that this journey that started almost two years ago is by far the greatest journey of my life. I have learned that it’s not the destination that matters it’s the journey itself. Don’t worry….just give your worries to God and let him take care of them.. It was at that moment that I asked God to come into my life and to please take over admitting both my weakness and fraility. Afterwards for the first time in my life I realized that everything was OK after all. I have discovered that this journey that started almost two years ago is by far the greatest journey of my life. I have learned that it’s not the destination that matters it’s the journey itself. I can’t begin to tell you how my life has evolved and continues to do so every day. There are times I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I can’t begin to tell you how my life has evolved and continues to do so every day. There are times I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

2nd Sunday of Easter

If we see sin as a way of being which doesn’t allow ourselves to be fully embraced by the love of God, or sin as a barrier that has become entrenched in the way we think or regularly make decisions, that doesn’t allow ourselves to be fully embraced by the love of each other, I have a feeling if we go deeply into our hearts, we will find fear at the basis of all of these ruptures.

Easter Eve Vigil & the First Eucharist of Easter

We must sit in the tomb for a bit first, allowing our silence to stretch the space within us, where the voice of God can resonate. To sit into the tomb, we must first answer God’s invitation to allow God to remove the large stone at the entrance of our heart. The women in our story spent a lot of time wondering about how they were going to move the large stone from the tomb entrance, without bringing along resources to help with its removal. Perhaps they knew God would open the entrance for them. Our stone, at the entrance to the tomb of our heart, must also be removed, so that we can walk ever more deeply into the place where the unimaginable will be revealed to us. The unimaginable peace which can enter our hearts when we’re dealing with a difficult situation; the unimaginable resolve to forgive someone who has deeply hurt or betrayed us; the unimaginable release of someone we love to her physical death so their spiritual resurrection can be with us now.