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God Expands My World
My world’s gotten small. It happened so subtly, I hardly noticed. But now that I’m aware of it, I can see signs of shrinkage–not caring that I don’t care, taking things personally, being angry about something because of its effect … Continue reading →
Posted in False Self, Mindfulness, Prayer, Reflections, Stories
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Tagged Caroline, Doctrine of Discovery, Esther Hizsa, James Finley, Kairos Blanket Exercise, Learning to Pray, Merton's Palace to Nowhere, residential schools, Rod Janz, small black bird, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Truth and Reconciliation
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Waking Up
I want to be fully awake to God. I’d like to live so aware of being in Christ that I rely on nothing other than God for my security or identity. A bird held by a single thread is still not … Continue reading →
Posted in False Self, Ignatian Spirituality, Reflections
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Tagged A Rocha, addictions, Anthony de Mello, attachments, awareness, Breathing Underwater, David L. Clough, David L. Fleming SJ, Eating Peaceably, Esther Hizsa, Ignatius of Loyola, James Finley, On Animals, Regent College, Richard Rohr, Simon Bleasdale, Soul of Christ, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, St. John of the Cross, The Dark Night of the Soul, Two Standards, Vancouver School of Theology, Veganism, Wake up
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Adrift in an Ocean of Love
I’m thinking about my desire to know God’s love for me on God’s terms, not mine. James Finley said in a recent webinar Through the Dark Night, that we long for a sense of union with God that we will experience only … Continue reading →
Posted in Mystical, Poverty of Spirit, Reflections
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Tagged Acts 17:28, Center for Action and Contemplation, Esther Hizsa, Geraint Rowland, James Finley, Listen to the Musn'ts, Marja Bergen, sailing around the world, Setting Sun Malecon Miraflores, Shel Silverstein, spiritual direction, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, The Dark Night of the Soul, Tieras, Where the Sidewalk Ends
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Limited
“I’ll be darned if a 500-meter hike is going to beat me,” I said to Fred a few minutes before I crashed. There I am, flat on my back before the mountain. We began the Edith Cavell hike in Jasper … Continue reading →
Aching for More
It’s Tuesday and I haven’t written Friday’s blog post yet. I’ve finished praying and have nothing scheduled for the rest of the morning; it’s an ideal setting to write. Often the story has already come together, and I just need a chunk … Continue reading →
