Today the practice of faithfulness that keeps me grounded is reading these daily reflections that challenge me to keep watering the stick. I think that knowing others are also watering a stick in their corner of the world reminds me that I am not alone. Thank you for your faithfulness in your (almost daily) reaching out.
Thank you, dear Cameron, for your faithful snd wise messages from the heart that encourage and inspire us to keep watering what appears to be a dead stick. I am blessed that my community of faith though often seems small helps to keep hope alive as we worship and pray and witness and serve and try to embody the “beloved community” . Your words keep reminding us how important that is. Peace and blessings to you.
Dear Rev. Cameron, 2 things immediately came to my heart reading today's meditation. First seeing the 'dead' stick in the sand reminded me of the Ocotillo plant; which looks like dead sticks, sticking in the West Texas desert sand/dirt. Then "Magic" happens, when the occasional rains happen, the dead sticks are covered with green 'leaves' and bright red flowers. Then I thought about St. Charles du Foucault, a contemporary desert father around the turn of the last century, who took up residence as a Priest in North Africa desert near Morocco, establishing a 'Church' and rectory, inside an abandoned Legionnaire fort. Course, he was former officer in the French Legion. He requested and received permission from the Pope to celebrate Mass every day without a congregation. The fort/church was near a Tuareg settlement of about 20 or so tents. He enlisted one of the adult 'Muslim' men to serve as altar server during Mass. St. Charles died without ever having an assembly, when the desert raiders attacked the fort thinking he had a cache/stash of weapons and when they found nothing but books (and his journals); they killed him and threw his books in the desert sand. 16 years later, his journals were found in the desert. Today, there are 300 chapters of Little brothers and sisters of Jesus. We never know who we touch or what impact, we are having and we may never know in this lifetime or the next. That is not our vocation. The vocation is in the doing for others, without thoughts of glory or acclamations. Charles was always looking to be in the 'last place' with Jesus. His mantra was "Love them to Jesus". He authored the Prayer of Abandonment : Father, I abandon myself into your hands
Do with me what you will
Whatever you do, I thank you
I am ready for all, I accept all
Let your will be done in me and in all your creatures.
I ask no more than this, Oh Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul with all the love of my
heart.
For I so need to give myself, to surrender myself into your
Today the practice of faithfulness that keeps me grounded is reading these daily reflections that challenge me to keep watering the stick. I think that knowing others are also watering a stick in their corner of the world reminds me that I am not alone. Thank you for your faithfulness in your (almost daily) reaching out.
Caroline in Canada
Sending a hug to you, Cameron….thank you for your words of encouragement.
Thank you for your words and especially for your prayer. They are water for my soul today and badly needed.
Thank you, dear Cameron, for your faithful snd wise messages from the heart that encourage and inspire us to keep watering what appears to be a dead stick. I am blessed that my community of faith though often seems small helps to keep hope alive as we worship and pray and witness and serve and try to embody the “beloved community” . Your words keep reminding us how important that is. Peace and blessings to you.
“Faithfulness is measured by whether we keep showing up with care.” Thank you for continuing to show up for us…. Reflections are so helpful. 🕊️💞💝💞🕊️
Hug received and much appreciated. Hug back.
Thank you, Cameron. What encouraging words!
Sometimes a typo brings a smile and I am very grateful for your "bug hug"!
🤗🤗thanks for your faithfulness.
My sometimes unhopeful
heart really appreciates your words today🙏
Hope you receive the hug I am sending ...it is on the way...your friend in Canada
Thanks for sharing
Big BUG HUG!!!!! Thanks for the smile and reminders of kindness and growth .
Kindness is the greatest wisdom -
- Emerson
Dear Rev. Cameron, 2 things immediately came to my heart reading today's meditation. First seeing the 'dead' stick in the sand reminded me of the Ocotillo plant; which looks like dead sticks, sticking in the West Texas desert sand/dirt. Then "Magic" happens, when the occasional rains happen, the dead sticks are covered with green 'leaves' and bright red flowers. Then I thought about St. Charles du Foucault, a contemporary desert father around the turn of the last century, who took up residence as a Priest in North Africa desert near Morocco, establishing a 'Church' and rectory, inside an abandoned Legionnaire fort. Course, he was former officer in the French Legion. He requested and received permission from the Pope to celebrate Mass every day without a congregation. The fort/church was near a Tuareg settlement of about 20 or so tents. He enlisted one of the adult 'Muslim' men to serve as altar server during Mass. St. Charles died without ever having an assembly, when the desert raiders attacked the fort thinking he had a cache/stash of weapons and when they found nothing but books (and his journals); they killed him and threw his books in the desert sand. 16 years later, his journals were found in the desert. Today, there are 300 chapters of Little brothers and sisters of Jesus. We never know who we touch or what impact, we are having and we may never know in this lifetime or the next. That is not our vocation. The vocation is in the doing for others, without thoughts of glory or acclamations. Charles was always looking to be in the 'last place' with Jesus. His mantra was "Love them to Jesus". He authored the Prayer of Abandonment : Father, I abandon myself into your hands
Do with me what you will
Whatever you do, I thank you
I am ready for all, I accept all
Let your will be done in me and in all your creatures.
I ask no more than this, Oh Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul with all the love of my
heart.
For I so need to give myself, to surrender myself into your
hands.
With boundless confidence, for you are my father.
Amen.
Thank you for this meditation.
Thank you for the encouragement. You are nurturing hope! 🙏🏻🕊️
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