As integrated persons, human beings worship not only in mind and spirit but also in body. Beauty touches us through our senses. Our prayer is enriched by simple rituals, our prayer space, a candle, incense, a sunrise. As whole persons, we have a natural tendency to act out or solemnize our deepest experiences. We create our own meaningful rituals. Rituals enable us to connect with what is central to our lives; they help us focus on the Presence infusing our thoughts and actions. They awaken us to the sacred in life and nourish a commitment of the heart.
Receive my prayer, O God, as incense rising in your sight.
What are the rituals that connect me with the Holy Mystery? Reflect on the common rituals of ln your early life both religious and ordinary. Which have been meaningful? What rituals touch you now? How do they enrich your awareness of God’s presence?
As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, “Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.” So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him in the breaking of the bread. Then he vanished from their sight.
Luke 13: 24 – 35
The way to know life is to love many things.
Vincent van Gogh
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
Life’s important lessons are often expressed in simple comparisons. Spiritual lessons are also to be seen in life’s simple activities. The natural world often reflects the supernatural.
Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heartbeat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.