Six years ago, I visited Barcelona with my family in the summer, just before I started divinity school. I’d just started to admit to people–sometimes for the shock value–that I was headed toward the priesthood. When we went to the Picasso museum there, I was completely captured by this sketch Pablo made early in his career. A postcard depiction has been on my desk ever since. That morning, still jet lagged, I saw Jesus in this man.
Having spent time with homeless men in Durham over the last year, I’d started to meet Jesus again in them. God has many facets, some of them are manifest in the homeless, in the hungry, in the crazy. My prayer is to be softhearted enough to recognize God’s presence in the forgotten people I encounter every day.
1. yoga & early-rising… Continue reading
I offer this afternoon a few pieces of art for contemplation, instead of the usual trappings of my happiness lists. These efforts have invited me into the drama, depth, and grace of Holy Week in a new way this year, for which I am grateful. Continue reading