Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 It is said that the brightness of a star and the singing of angels announced the birth of the god made man, the child born among domestic animals. Whatever is the story of the tragic and glorious trajectory of his life, it all comes to this: he taught love.

 Winter lights catch my heart, pull me into sudden stillness and then- who knows how?- tease my toes and  fingers, then hands, feet and body into dancing- however slowly.  Only you, O Christ,  can evoke such wild and wondrous joy!

 Hail the heav'nly Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings. Mild He lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.

 An awe so quiet     I don't know when it began.   A gratitude had begun to sing in me. Was there  some moment dividing song from no song? When does dewfall begin? When does night fold its arms over our hearts to cherish them?  When is daybreak?  

 We travelers walking Toward the sun can't see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us The way we came. Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, And we, By blessing brightly lit, Keep going toward That blessed light that yet to us is dark.

 Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull  of what you really love. It will not lead you astray