Daily reflections for prayer, growth in the spiritual life, and good prayer sources. This blog also has links to other websites. One feature is a list of spiritual books.
Search This Blog
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Peace to be shared
What a gift peace is! I was going through some of my books at the University and came across Macrina Wiederkehr's Seasons of Your Heart: Prayers and Reflections. Revised and Expanded Edition, Harper, 1991. It was one of my favorite books for shared prayer and I opened it to this gem that spoke to me this morning: Blessed Are the Peacemakers, You Shall Be Called Children of God. "Then all the violence in me cried out to the peacemakers; But where do you get all the peace that you share?
An old woman answered: We give our best what we are, she said, I have searched deeply into the mystery of myself for something that would last through all the storms of life, I have waited in faith for a great healing to arise within me. I prayed that when it came I would recognize it welcome it home and then give it away For we can only keep what we give away.
And now this long awaited star has risen in my heart It's name is peace.
I found it waiting for me deep inside on the day I stopped looking and started seeing.
And now, more than anything that needs to happen in the human heart I long to help it see the peace that's already there.
I am a peacemaker I make peace by showing you my star and leading you to see the space for God you are."
Everyone of us is a space for God; everyone of us has God dwelling in the deepest center of our being; we are all called to be peacemakers. How am I a peacemaker in the little things of each day? What can I do to spread peace today?
Hello, my name is Helen Rosenthal, RSCJ. Those initials stand for Religious of the Sacred Heart in Latin, French, Italian, and Spanish. Since my religious congregation began in France in 1800 and now is all over the world, we have kept the RSCJ. By now you know that I am not only known as Dr. Helen Rosenthal, but also as Sister Helen Rosenthal.
I am the oldest of four children. We were all born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. We lived in a big house with a playroom on the third floor. On Sundays we either went to my paternal grandmother's house where her six children would gather faithfully for supper or we would have my mother's father and our great aunt and uncle for a roast beef dinner at home. In summer, I would go to the lake with my Dad and I still love to swim.