Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there,  patiently, until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worth of rescue.

Behold this empty space between your certainty and mine, this area of sunlight free of claim and counterclaim, this bright meadow where no one has shouted, bullied, or begged, where butterflies are sovereign, where birdsong is our legislation, where you walk and I could walk out into the open, look around, and speak - first of children, then of our dreams, and only then of the work we will do together,

 Have compassion for everyone you meet,  even if they don't want it, What seems conceit, bad manners or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

 For nothing is fixed, forever. forever, forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock.  Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

 When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to release the prisoner, to rebuild the nations, to bring peace among the people, to make music in the heart.