Monday Message, September 7, 2021
Happy Tuesday to you on this lovely September day. It’s hard to believe that we are nearing the twentieth anniversary of another beautiful Tuesday morning that left us with so much pain, fear, and change. There will be, I imagine, many opportunities for us to pray together, to remember, and to say aloud the names of all those who were lost. For now, let us hold each other closer, be kind to one another, and take care of those most in need.
Today is our next Parish Check In – in just an hour or so. The link can be found here.
In case you missed it, there are some other great events coming up – we will be looking over documents from our collective past with our Documents That (still) Matter webinar series that kicks off tomorrow night.
There is still time to sign up for the Catholic Biblical School and some scholarships still remain. Learn more here.
A few events, the RCIA Best Practices workshop and the Bereavement workshop have been postponed due to COVID.
This memo was sent out last week to al pastors – Update August 2021
Please make sure you have these two events on your calendar:
Quarterly meeting (face-to-face)
Praying with parish staff (pass it forward)
See you soon!
Waltzing the Spheres
Susan Scott Thompson
We pulled each other closer in the turn
around a center that we could not see—
This holding on was what I had to learn.
The sun can hold the planets, earth the moon,
but we had to create our gravity
by always pulling closer in the turn.
Each revolution caused my head to whirl
so dizzily I wanted to break free,
but holding on was what I had to learn.
I fixed my eyes on something out there firm,
and then our orbit steadied so that we
could pull each other closer in the turn.
The joy that circles with us round the curve
is joy that passes surely as a peace,
and holding on is what we have to learn.
And if our feet should briefly leave the earth,
no matter, earth was made for us to leave,
and arms for pulling closer in the turn —
This holding on is what we have to learn.
(I first heard this poem recited by Bill Moyers as he closed his coverage of the events of 9/11 and images of the week played on the screen).