Showing posts with label monk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monk. Show all posts

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Br. Roger's Prayer

In all things peace of heart, joy, simplicity, and mercy.

Br. Roger of Taize

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

"A Good Day" With Brother David Steindl-Rast



Take care to guard against all greed, for though one may be rich, one's life does not consist of possessions.” (Lk. 12:15)

This is a great video to move your heart to gratefulness, the antidote to greed.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Simple Prayer

When the mystery of God become tangible through the simple beauty of symbols, when it is not smothered by too many words, then prayer with others... awakens us to heaven's joy on earth.
Br. Roger of Taize

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Solitude Beyond Community

In each person there is a portion of solitude which no human intimacy can ever fill.
Br. Roger of Taize

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Beauty of Listening

More often than ever before young people ask me, "What is the most beautiful thing in your life?"  Without hesitating I reply:
  •  first of all the common prayer, and in it, the long periods of silence.
Then, immediately after that, the most beautiful thing in my life is this:
  • when I am talking with someone alone, to perceive the whole human being, marked by a tragedy or by being torn apart within, and at the same time by the irreplaceable gifts through which the life of God in that person is able to bring everything to fulfillment.
It is essential to try to comprehend the whole person... It is not enough simply to share what assaults a person within.  It is even more vital to search for that special gift of God, the pivot of their whole existence.  Once this gift (or gifts) has been brought to light, roads forward lie open.

Gift of Tears

A relative of Ryokan asked the monk to speak to his wayward son.  Ryokan came to visit the family home but did not say a word of admonition to the boy.  He stayed the night and prepared to leave the following morning.  As the wayward boy was helping tie Ryokan's straw sandals, he felt the warm drop of water on his shoulder.  Glancing up, the boy saw Ryokan, eyes full of tears, looking down on him.  Ryokan departed silently, and the boy soon mended his ways.
Mary Lou Kownacki, Between Two Souls