Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent  world in itself.

 It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded spring is the one that sings.

 I love Jesus, who said heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will still remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were  one word: Wakeup.

The opposite of home is not distance- but forgetfulness

 When I drop my glasses in the airport and they're  crushed in the walkway, I get to meet the three kind souls who help me on my way, The I hear you crying after everyone has left. So I bring you water and hear your story. Ever since the lock on my door broke, I have more visitors. Now the road I always  take is detoured, which  I curse until I see the heron glide across the small pond I didn't know was there.

A quiet night behind my grass hut. Alone, I play a stringless lute. Its melody drifts to the wind-blown clouds and fades. Its sound deepens with the running stream, expanding till it fills a deep ravine, and echoes through the vast woods. Who, other than a deaf person, can hear this faint song?  

When something's going on Something else is going on. Notice the something else too. 

 It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's why we wake and look out - no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.