tomorrow, everywhere:
next to strangers
friends, neighbors
We form lines.
around blocks
down church aisles
arise and admit
we sin, we suck
we need more
than good luck
We need God.
Love marks
black truth
creased skin
We all are part dirt.
for 40 days, commit
to fast, to strip
purify. gone will be
that which clogs, prevents
our made-for-God living.
Yes Sweet Love,
Change is coming.
Like many other people, I’ve been working hard to sever my life from Facebook due to frustrations about the abuse of power that company is guilty of, but Facebook has its claws sunk so deeply into our online lives it’s almost impossible. I logged in the other day to find someone’s contact info and was…
I am proud that several sisters in my community have served in El Salvador. In fact, some of them acquainted as friends with the American church women who were martyred in 1980 during the Civil War. The sisters in my community who were in El Salvador were ordered to return to the United States in…
We missed the first Sunday of Advent. While we’ve missed nearly every Sunday mass for the last two years, this one felt particularly discouraging. Maybe because the day before I was heard on more than one occasion saying, “I’m going to go to mass tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” verbally attempting to hold…
our bodies make lines and our hearts beat repent, repent make us more honest in forty days conversion time prepare us, Mystery, for an eternity with you, true Love create in us clean hearts draw us closer– Love, we are yours You are our heartbeat You are our way help us fast, pray lines of…
As we enter into Triduum and the celebration of Easter, Messy Jesus Business invites you to experience this reflection from Sister Julia Walsh, first published in 2018. On the first day of Spring, I awoke to a voicemail from a friend, her voice cracking with emotion as she said that her mother had unexpectedly died….
The heavy metal door bangs behind me, the electric buzz locks the bolt in place. After a pause, another door buzzes and is unlocked, controlled by a police officer sitting near a video monitor in another room. I cross the florescent-lit linoleum and open the next heavy metal door, making my way through this threshold…
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Love it!
Tokoni O. Uti
Thanks for inspirational wake-up call, Sr Julia
amen. good luck won’t cut it