I found out what I already suspected: I’m exactly halfway to my death date. That’s why I’m going on a spiritual pilgrimage to Nepal and India! I want to wander God’s earth, reflect on my past and wonder about the future. I want to heal. I want to be a healing presence. I want to die knowing I followed Jesus all the way home.
My weekly Sounds of Silence contemplative prayer group meets in the sanctuary of an Anglican church. The other night, I looked up…up…up…way way up to the top of the tall, faintly glowing stained glass windows. There was a pane of clear glass. Directly in the middle of that window pane was the crescent moon, shining as bright as the sun in the dark night sky.
The story you’re currently caught up in isn’t the true story. There is another, greater, more real story. God is the author of that story, and His fingerprints are all over your life — even when you can’t see them. If you slow down and let Jesus catch up with you, you will start to see those fingerprints.
You’re a Christian woman who wants to follow Jesus, but your boyfriend doesn’t believe in God. How do you share your faith with your boyfriend naturally, without forcing conversations or conversions? Even more importantly, how do you stop your relationship from weakening your faith and bringing you down spiritually?
In Quebec City I stayed for six days at The Monastère des Augustine, a restored monastery started by the Augustinian sisters 325 years ago. Talk about “all-inclusive” — it’s a church, nave, museum, archive centre, wellness resort, historical hotel and functioning hospital (which I wandered into accidentally while lost in the maze of vaults, tunnels, glass breezeways and ancient wooden staircases).