Being Bread for Life: A Sacrifice Pleasing to the Lord

Messy Jesus Business Rabble Rouser, Amy Nee-Walker, recently wrote the following Scripture reflection “Being Bread for Life: A Sacrifice Pleasing to the Lord” for the Nineteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time and posted it on the Catholics On Call blog.  In today’s readings, John the Baptist is prodded past the point of despair through miraculous nourishment in the desert, St. PaulContinue reading “Being Bread for Life: A Sacrifice Pleasing to the Lord”

Baltimore Life, Abundant and Boiling

Note from Sister Julia: I have asked my good friend and occasional Messy Jesus Business contributor, Amy Nee-Walker, to share her perspective on the recent events in Baltimore for our readers this week. Amy and her husband Ted presently live in the Jonah House community in Baltimore with their one-year-old son. Here are her responses to my questions.Continue reading “Baltimore Life, Abundant and Boiling”

Who will save the hunger striker?

“Eternal God…You know that these men have testified falsely against me.  Would you let me die, though I am not guilty of all their malicious charges?” This week the daily mass readings begin with the cry of Susannah, unjustly accused by corrupt officials, sentenced to death in the presence of the people.  We read thatContinue reading “Who will save the hunger striker?”

Becoming a new fruit and fertilizer

By guest blogger Amy Nee On Ash Wednesday in 2012 I heard: “Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?” – Isaiah 43:19 Last year, when I heard these words at the start of Lent I felt as though God was proclaiming them directly to me. HoldingContinue reading “Becoming a new fruit and fertilizer”

Pentagon reflection: black hoods, white faces and the enemy within

by Guest Blogger Amy Nee Walker (with Witness Against Torture this week) I am in D.C. again, continuing the tradition of gathering each January with men and women of the community called Witness Against Torture. The group gathers each year, and works throughout the year, toward the closure of Guantanamo, appropriate legal trials for thoseContinue reading “Pentagon reflection: black hoods, white faces and the enemy within”

Advent is drawing to a close

By guest blogger: Amy Nee Advent is drawing to a close, Christmas is almost upon us.  Once again, I feel that the days have passed all too quickly.  I seem to have been too busy to attend to advent. Now Christmas Day is around the corner and I have this uneasy feeling that I’ve missedContinue reading “Advent is drawing to a close”

Two worker houses: where ‘stranger becomes neighbor’

Guest blogger, Amy Nee One evening in May I sat on windowsill in the room I’d recently moved into at New York’s Maryhouse Catholic Worker. With legs folded into the frame, I watched a little window of sky that subtly made the dramatic shift from pale yellow to blazing pink without comment.  I was sitting withContinue reading “Two worker houses: where ‘stranger becomes neighbor’”

Pregnant with hope

Guest blogger: Amy Nee – entry originally published at http://www.catholicsoncall.org/pregnant-hope Scripture Reflection for the Third Sunday of Advent (December 11, 2011) Scripture Readings: Isaiah 61:1-2a, 10-11 Luke 1:46-48, 49-50, 53-54 1 Thessalonians 5:16-24 John 1:6-8, 19-28 When truth is spoken it illuminates more than just the person. The light stretches its filamented fingers, lacing them throughContinue reading “Pregnant with hope”

interdependence

Guest blogger: Amy Nee Last week I was invited to speak as a panelist at the National Religious Vocations Conference in Franklin, Ill., and offered this prompt: “Could you describe two key aspects of your faith life right now? In what ways do you feel called by God?” Directly following that event I joined myContinue reading “interdependence”

An act of strange love: How I learned to stop worrying and defy the bomb (part 2)

Guest Blogger, Amy Nee (part 2 of 2 ) (Read part 1) Monday morning I moved from contemplation to action.  As I stood among those trespassing on the construction site, an officer approached, barely in my periphery. “You’re under arrest,” he said, sliding two thin, interlocked, plastic strips over my wrists.  One slipped loose and heContinue reading “An act of strange love: How I learned to stop worrying and defy the bomb (part 2)”