I am God’s Pumpkin!

31st Sunday in Ordinary Time

November 1st, 2018 ~ St. Monica, Palatka ~ Father Ron

“Stewardship is about loving God and One Another.”


Deuteronomy 6:2-6 ~ Moses spoke to the people, “Fear the Lord, your God, and keep all his commandments.

Psalm 18 ~ I love you Beloved, my strength.

Hebrews 7:23-28 ~ Jesus lives forever to make intercessions for us.

Gospel Mark 12:28-34 ~ “Well said, teacher. You are right in saying, ‘God is One and there is no other than God.’ And ‘to love God with all your heart, with all your understanding, with all your strength, and to love your neighbor as yourself’ is worth more than all burnt offerings and sacrifices.”


How do I love God with all of my heart, with all of my understanding, and with all my strength, and to love my neighbor as myself?

Let’s take the first. How do I love God with all my heart? To be honest, I most likely don’t love God with all my heart. The heart is about emotions. Like when I was a child being weaned from the bottle, I sometimes wanted the bottle more than the approval of my parents, never mind love. How do we behave/react when we are challenged by our parents to put down the video game to do a chore or come to the dinner table? I don’t think our response is loving to our parents, never mind God. What about being interrupted by a child during a fantastic football game or television show? Is that considered loving with all our hearts? We don’t mean to be unloving, but we need to recognize that it is hypocritical to defend it as love.

Let’s take a look at our understanding of God and neighbor. How much information or tweets or news do we need before we label someone as being to the right or to the left? Do we harbor in our hidden thoughts our disdain or inferiority? How many labels have we placed on people this week when they don’t agree with our opinions? How many times is “Mom” called “Mean Mommy” because she simply disciplined us for our own good? How many times has a “Father” called his child “Mr. Lazy” because he didn’t play a sport as well as he did as a teenager? Whenever we label people we prove to God that we do not understand. You see, Jesus clearly instructs us to never judge unless we would like to be judged, never condemn unless we want to be condemned. Give of our first fruits only. Never give our leftovers. (The law simply said that we only have to give 10% to God and the poor. We get to keep 90%). If we do not understand that God gives us everything including our breath, 10%, citizenship and freedoms… we don’t understand God. Did you realize that when we come to church on Sunday (and Saturday vigil is Sunday) we give our first fruits of the week?

God gives us the gift of the Holy Spirit.

One gift is “understanding”.

One gift is Strength or Courage.

What do you think?

Love is about Wisdom. Love is about Wonder and Awe. Love is about Counseling others about God’s infinite love and mercy for every breathing person. Love is about Reverence and respect. Do we share these gifts with others outside our family? Do we understanding that everyone, even our enemies, is our neighbor?


The remedy for our lack of love… is the LOVE of GOD with the spice of MERCY. We are children of God. What we shall become has not yet been revealed. I saw a little child at the Boo on the Avenue parade. I asked her parents, “Is you’re your little pumpkin?” The parents smiled and said, “O yes Father, she is the best little pumpkin in the world!” God might even be calling you his little “Pumpkin”.

Now that is a real 100% slice of pumpkin spice Good News!


Your Love is Extravagant

30th Sunday in Ordinary Time ~ St. Monica~ Matthew 22:34-40, Exodus 22:20-26

A recent study found that the Flint water crises resulted in horrifyingly large increase in fetal deaths and miscarriages. There was concern that there was not a greater outrage from pro-choice commentators asking, “Where are the so-called ‘pro-lifers’ on this tragedy?”  The argument was that pro-life is only concerned about the child in the womb, but not the child that is born.

Around that time, in his in-flight press conference from Columbia, Pope Francis was asked about the cancellation of the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) which places 800,000 young people without legal immigration status in danger of deportation. In the Pope’s reply he said that President Trump is pro-life, he should “understand that the family is the cradle of life, and that it must be defended as a unit.”

The national director of Priests for Life, took to the website Brietbart to question the fairness of Pope Francis’ description of immigration as a pro-life issue, claiming (misleadingly) that “since there is no specific immigration policy in the Catechism”, Catholics can disagree about immigration without calling their pro-life commitment into question.”

Pope Francis is clear that being pro-life should include concern for the vulnerable outside the womb. While doing so may not win over absolutist advocates, it might help persuade the majority of Americans who question unlimited access to abortion to listen more carefully.

People claim that those here illegally have broken the law. But it needs to be pointed out that this country also has a law that allows abortion. Therefore, our country’s laws are not the same as God’s laws. If we truly follow the laws, then Joseph, Mary and Jesus would not be welcome in our country today. The first reading is clearly the law of God.

“You shall not molest or oppress an alien, for you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”

We have unfair laws that have been created by rich people who are more concerned about making money than loving people. God also says, “If you lend money to one of your poor neighbors among my people, you shall not act like an extortioner toward him by demanding interest from him.” What about foreclosures, evictions and entrapment of people to spend more than they need in advertisements? Our country spends more on laws to protect guns than people. We judge people as not worthy of love and respect.

Did you hear that last line of our Exodus reading of the law that Jesus summarized today? “What else has he/she to sleep in? If he or she cries out to me, I will hear him; for I am compassionate.”

It is about love.


This is a true story shared by Father Anthony de Mello, S.J.:

“My friend isn’t back from the battlefield, sir. Request permission to go out and get him.”

“Permission refused,” said the officer. “I don’t want you to risk your life for a man who is probably dead.”

The soldier went, all the same, and, an hour later, came back mortally wounded, carrying the corpse of his friend.

The officer was furious. “I told you he was dead. Now I’ve lost both of you. Tell me, was it worth going out there to bring in a corpse?”

The dying man replied, “Oh, it was sir. When I got to him, he was till alive. And he said to me, ‘Jack, I was sure you’d come.’ 

Since both men died, who told the story? Jesus tells stories and teaches the people set in their way of self-righteousness. We are all like the Pharisees and Sadducees. We believe we are justified. But love will melt our icy hearts and taking sides. Jesus wants us to see the immigrant, the woman who out of fear had an abortion, the refugee, and the rich person with love. We have to trust that love will win out.

Project Rachael works. It restores more than the sinner and the innocent child. It restores each of us to love as Jesus loves. The women are released when they name their child, offer their child to Jesus, and hear the child offer forgiveness. Powerful release for the people who just didn’t know what they were doing. We are very much challenged to love those whom we disagree with or who have done things that we feel are against God’s commandments. We need to let God take care of them. They will have a much better chance.img_0593

This is a song I have been singing to God by Integrity Music:

Your love… is extravagant.

Your friendship… oh so intimate.

I find I’m a moving, to the rhythms of your grace

Your fragrance is intoxicating…

In a secret place….


Your love… is extravagant


Spread wide are the arms of Christ

Is a love that conquers sin

No greater love have I ever known

And you call me an intimate friend…

Capture my heart again

Capture my heart again


Gratitude for Healing (28th Sunday)

As Jesus continued his journey to Jerusalem, he traveled through Samaria and Galilee. As he was entering a village, ten lepers met him. They stood at a distance from him and raised their voices, saying, “Jesus, Master! Have pity on us!” And when he saw them, he said, “Go show yourselves to the priests.” As they were going they were cleansed. And one of them, realizing he had been healed, returned, glorifying God in a loud voice; and he fell at the feet of Jesus and thanked him. He was a Samaritan. Jesus said in reply, “Then were cleansed, were they not? Where are the other nine? Has none but this foreigner returned to give thanks to God?” Then he said to him, “Stand up and go; your faith has saved you.”                                                                              Gospel according to St. Luke 17:11-19


Most of us have needed healing or cleansing of our diseases of body, mind, heart or soul. When weighed down by depression, lust, greed, cancer, poverty, shame, bitterness, relentless grief, unfaithfulness, or oppression… we cry out from a distance, “Jesus Master! Have pity on us!” After Jesus answers our prayer, however, only one out of ten of us recognizes the cleansing, returns out of joy, and gives thanks to our Beloved and Faithful God.

Through the suffering and death with Jesus, we discover how loved we are by God. He has told us through cleansing baptism, “I God, take you to be my beloved. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad times, sickness and health (including mental illness, drug addiction). I will love you for all of eternity, not just to death when you part from this world.

If we have died with him we shall also live with him:

If we persevere, we shall also reign with him.

But if we deny him he will deny us.

If we are unfaithful, he remains faithful, for he cannot deny himself. (St. Paul to Timothy)

Is it possible that this hurricane cleansed something in us that we didn’t even realize needed healing? The safety and life of our loved ones mattered the most. Yes, we have anxiety over our homes and possessions. But most importantly, we care about each other. Our hostility is transformed into hospitality, our loneliness to solitude, our isolation to community, and our illusions to genuine prayer.

From time to time in each of our lives, we have a dis-ease, like leprosy, where we experience being an outcast to society. Broken is interpreted as not beautiful. We are even repulsed by our own leprosy. Leprosy is one of those skin diseases that eats away at our body and sometimes our soul.

One time, as a baby priest, I visited a leper colony in Kingston, Jamaica. As we pilgrims with Food for the Poor approached the home from our mini-bus, I could hear the most beautiful music of my life. The joy coming from that home was luring me into the building. I noticed the bounce in my feet as I approached.

When I entered and saw the many residents with the deformities that come from a treatable disease that is not treated in the poorest of the poor… I was shocked. I was moved with pity. Unlike the story in the Gospel today, they didn’t cry out to Jesus or me for pity. For they were already cleansed by Jesus through their faith. It took a few minutes for my emotions to catch up to the truth.

The sisters and caretakers directed me to a seat between Lillian and Martin, both elderly. The disease blinded Martin, but he was singing and swaying to the music. Then he recited a most eloquent poem about the beauty of the soul and inner sight. Lillian had no fingers and no feet for they were decimated by the relentless leprosy. I’m not sure she could see with her physical eyes. But she was singing with joy and clapping her pancake hands with heavenly rhythm and abandon. She was broken but most beautiful. She broke into song singing praise.

As I began to sing reluctantly with this intoxicating and fragrant celebration, Lillian leaned into me and sang into my ear, “Isn’t God good?!” With tears streaming from my eyes and realizing my own healing, I rejoiced with her and cried out, “All the time!”

Naaman went down and plunged into the Jordan seven times at the word of Elisha, the man of God. His flesh became again like the flesh of a little child, and he was clean of his leprosy.                  2 Kings 5:14-17  (His flesh was better than before the leprosy.)

My Soul is Melted with Love

The Psalms of Soul cry out from my own soul:

I was wounded by love.

My soul is melted with love.

My soul has thirsted for the living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

The following story is taken from the Gospel of today from St. John, but only Jesus and Mary Magdalene were present. Only Mary could pass on this story and the words of Jesus.

She thought he was the gardener…

Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew, “Rabbouni” which means Teacher. Jesus said to her, “Stop holding on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am going to my Father and to your Father, to my God and to your God.'”

Mary went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord,” and then reported what he told her.


The Gospel is not the printed words, but the story shared by people wounded by love. Mary was devastated by the death of her Beloved Jesus. Her soul had been melted with love. She came face to face with Jesus who had been crucified. She was ecstatic. Are we ecstatic with the knowledge and faith of the Alleluia experience?

Mary is the only person who could share this story except Jesus. They were the only two present. How do we respond to other people when they share with us they have seen the Lord? Rarely do we believe them if we are honest.

My father is dying. We are all dying. He is 85 years old. He could still feasibly live to be 100! So often I find myself getting caught up in the whirl of the dying process with all the doctors, hospital emergencies, emotional fusion of my family, and simply my fear of death I rarely admit.

In some ways, my Dad has already died in areas of his life. He can no longer bowl, his mind isn’t as sharp, no more gardening, he can’t go to Jaguar games with me anymore, etc. This past Sunday evening, my Dad was rushed to the hospital with a really bad nose bleed. With his medical heart concerns, this is serious. I had the opportunity of staying with him for 24 hours. Most of the time I was alone with him. It was both horrible and horribly wonderful. I believe most of you get the gist if you have ever taken this journey with someone you love.

During that long night my Dad was wrestling with angels and demons. I guess I was also wrestling with them. When morning finally arrived, my Dad looked at me with such clarity and said to me, “That was one long night Ron, wasn’t it?” I nodded my head to him. That was the most we could talk about it.

What I saw during that dark night with my eyes of the soul was similar to what Mary Magdalene was trying to explain to the disciples who did not at first believe her. They probably called her hysterical. Those who have died before me paraded through that hospital room. I didn’t understand very much, but I observed and was transformed. My grandparents, mother, brother and others who had died were present, but I could only sense their shadows.

And then…  Jesus called to me. “Ron Moses!”

Life is changed...not ended.

Life is changed…not ended.

Mary had to let go of her anxieties. Mary speaks the Gospel when she shares with us what she experienced, what she heard, what she saw. “I have seen the Lord!” She believes. She sees Jesus.

She tells us that Jesus told her that he was going to “My Father and your Father, my God and your God.”

This is mind boggling. We live in heaven already because heaven is LOVE.

There is nothing to fear.

God is Alive!

We are Alive with Jesus forever.

O my.

Accept the beautiful nail!






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An attitude

A mystery

Desperately digging deep down beyond resistance and sabotage

Soul is a place seldom fathomed deep in the dark, trenches and cold

Only black rain and pain visible at first

And fear touched, tasted and taunted by

more real, too real than we can speak of… pray of… scream of…


Seek beyond

Borrowed energy of forced path into intense terror and unjust wars

projecting self through thorny brush, chaotic trees, rocky obstacles

desiring to fly stealthily like a hawk in pursuit of prey

feathering, tripping, panting, sweating, maneuvering… pursued!

giving up almost

crawling up to evaporate


But keep going self talk… slightly beyond gibberish babble in Babel Empire

Take in all dimensions

Solely alone – suddenly stopped – stalked!

Breathing arrested

Pounding heart slowing

Eyes opening like slow ascending elevators

Spirit and skin stripped, melting into the desolate land littered

with bones and residual hostile emotions

Tears wrung out of mops heroically swabbed to clear the

bloody fluid leftovers

from amputations and desperate incisions of bodies, hearts and souls

Lifting, lifted, rising

Beyond the dew, grief, hostility, terror, isolation and stifling silence

Weak hope still present like faint pulse

peace still perceived, but shrinking

joy not withstanding… not!



Soulitude: Mission Possible

Love with all

Mission of the Soul

            Jesus used stories. This is a story about how millions of people had their lives changed forever. It is every soul’s story. We all were created from a gesture of love, although sometimes we have to go back a generation or two. The story is about a tear in the soul. It is about being vulnerable to trust another soul.

Because Soul, by nature, is difficult to define yet is felt in moments of “lived truth,” perhaps Soul is the grail where spirituality, philosophy and psychology converge (Cosineau, 1994).

            On many occasions I have seen the soul leave the physical body. Sometimes this “soul rising” occurs before the person actually stops breathing. However, most times the soul leaves simultaneously at the time a doctor would declare a person dead.

            Every body and soul needs a family and relationships in order to survive and thrive. Every body and soul is in need of abundant love and joy and sorrow. We all need peace, boy to we need peace! We also need just the right amount of discipline, tensions, anxieties, sufferings and crosses to grow to be healthy and wise.  We can still flourish without the traditional family of mother and father, limbs or eyesight, or the normal mental capacities. But we must have love from others in order to become what we were created to be: a stunning, magnificent, and beautiful soul!

            One story passed on to us is when Jesus was just a few weeks from his death, a man ran up to him and knelt down. He blurted out a question. “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus answered him by saying, “Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone. You know the commandments. You shall not kill. You shall not steal. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not defraud. Honor your mother and father.” The earnest man shared without boasting, “Sir, I have kept all of these since my youth.”

            Jesus looked at him and loved him. “You are lacking one thing. Go sell what you have and give alms to the poor and you will have treasures in heaven. Then come and follow me.” He bowed his head and went away sad because he had many possessions. 


            The silence that follows is unbearable. It feels soulless, but it is really soulful. The man needed nothing else in the world and he blew it. Can you imagine if he had allowed the Love from Jesus to permeate his body and soul? If I knew that I missed that opportunity, the trillion-dollar look, I would lose all hope.

The Good News is that the impossible is still possible with God. Our mission that goes beyond lent and Easter is a mission possible. The Soul can only awaken in a place of solitude. Our attitude must be soulitude. Soulitude is when we actively seek God with all our heart, mind, strength and soul. We seek God beyond the loneliness and isolation, the hostilities and persecutions, the illusions and boredom.  God is waiting for us.

            This story and mission possible is about journeying into cultural and religious warfare only to discover that the war is within my own soul. This mission is more difficult than making it to the Final Four as a 16 seeded basketball team.

            Our mission will explore the dark night of the soul. Our mission is to turn the place of utter isolation into solitude, unbearable hostility into hospitality, and our illusions into nourishing prayer. Within the dark nights of the soul, there really is hope. The soul is wounded physically, emotionally and morally. But God heals. Hope is life.

**Check this song out: SOMETHING MORE BY NICK VUJICIC: 




            Having a spirit of Soulitude will call us to an authentic life. At Queen of Peace the people have understood stewardship and a genuine love for the poor. When much has been given, more is expected. Jesus is asking us to put out into deep water and lower our nets for a catch. Like Simon Peter at the beginning of his encounter with Jesus, we balk and complain. “Master, we have been working hard at stewardship for over 25 years… but at your command we will lower the nets.”

It is Jesus who calls us to renew ourselves at this mission. Even if you struggle with lent, keep asking Jesus to help you in this journey into the desert. Pray for me. No prophet is accepted in his native home. I am borderline native even if I have a graduate degree from Mississippi State. Please do not lose sight of the fact that Jesus was rejected by his own people. This mission will hopefully inspire us to experience Jesus’ look of love… and respond better than the man who bowed his head prayerfully and went away sad.

I am about to tell this story.

You are about to tell this story.

We are about to tell this story.

I am

You are.

We are.

The story,

The mission,

The birth of a soul,

The tear in the dark night,

and the death consubstantial with the Beloved.IMG_0946

            When God falls in love with us, it means that God cannot go on living without us. God suffers at times like a parent who mourns a child or a grandchild. There is no consoling of God’s broken heart and soul.

            God so loved the world that God became one heart, one mind, one strength and one soul with us.

God and we became

One Soul

One Heart

One Mind

One Spirit

One Love

Without God we have no life, birth soul, spirit

Without You and Me God no longer has life, birth, soul or spirit.

St. Teresa was correct: God has no hands, no feet, no soul without us.

You see, God really loves us. God looks at us and loves us.

When the man bows his head and goes away because of his possessions taking priority, do we see and acknowledge that Jesus weeps and mourns for this beloved man? Do we see the tear… the tear of his soul.

Because God is in every cell and fiber and spiritual sense of every sing human being…

It was actually God, my Beloved, that I experienced in every casualty, death and grieving mother, father, spouse, child and friend destroyed by the violence of war or sexual abuse.

My mission is God’s mission.

You and I have been anointed and loved by Jesus, the Beloved, (Just as Fathers Jeff, Brian and Kaz) to bring great news to the poor (in spirit, mind, heart and soul).

God sends us to proclaim liberty to captives  (by their sins, addictions, and possessions).

God sends us to aid in the recovery of the blind, especially the inwardly blind.

Jesus calls us to smash the yoke of those oppressed in any way, shape or form.

We are God’s lovers. Let us give it all away. We must be bread to the hungry at our doors. Open the gates, bring the robe and rings. Lavish the hungry with the plenty we have received in the Word and Love of God.

As Christians we receive God’s gifts gratefully,

cultivate them responsibly,

share them lovingly in justice with others,

and return them with increase to the Lord.

Psalm 131

O Lord, my heart is not proud

            nor are my eyes haughty

I do not busy myself with great matters,

with things to sublime for me.

Rather, I have stilled my soul,

hushed it like a weaned child.

Like a weaned child on its mothers lap,

so is my soul within me.

Israel, those who wrestle with God, hope in the Lord (Beloved),

now and forever.


A war is never over until it is over in every human soul… with no exceptions.

The Warriors by Tom Young

Reviewed by Ron Camarda

I finished reading The Warriors by Tom Young on the 50th anniversary of the Martin Luther King Jr. March on Washington and as the violence in Syria goes beyond diabolical. This past year also included the horrific bombings of the Boston Marathon. Young dares to address and unmask a little more of the inherent behavior of human beings divided over race, language, religion, and self-righteousness. Even though the Balkan War attained a level of outward peace, the war within the human heart continues to smolder, often hidden beneath the complicated forest bogged down by the fog of war, racial tensions, and greed. Our own U.S. civil war was supposedly concluded 150 years ago, but the divide between north and south, race, religions and greed still smolders in the ruins of our not so united states. “Serbian elders remind us that no group is ever on the wrong side.”

Tom Young is the prophet who writes a thrilling and profound parable of truth. There were times as I read this book that I had to put it down because I was terrified by where it was threatening to go. I have always feared that terrorists would make martyrs of their own people to further their own distorted, zealous and radical views. Young suggests this, but he raises the stakes when the plot is to destroy one’s own faith leaders, historically significant buildings, and one’s own soldiers.

Just this week, Pope Francis in an impassioned statement with regards to Syria reiterated previous appeals for all sides in the civil war to put down their arms and “listen to the voice of their conscience and with courage take up the way of negotiations.”

With remarkable insight, the book probes the human heart and how it can be stirred into a frenzy of hatred and disastrous reactivity. It also speaks of the everyday struggles of soldiers both male and female who struggle with vocational choices, like when veteran Sgt Major Gold wrestled with her choice to work in Afghanistan as a civilian or use the G.I. Bill for studies in philosophy.

Seeking Wisdom

Seeking Wisdom

Even though fictional, Young helped me to understand the Balkan War and lesson my ignorance. Young points out how raw emotions and fear without reasonability often lead to obscene atrocities.  I was even honest enough to admit my sadness at the demise of the bad people. Is it possible to have a slightly better understanding of victim, enemy civilian, and terrorist?

I gleaned from Young that the further we distance ourselves from ground zero, the easier it is to avoid the emotional conflict and disgust of all wars and the grisly consequences. He does this by allowing us a prismatic look into the thoughts of his warriors on both sides of the conflict.

Incorporating the blunt force of modern warfare, Young presents an image that forces us to ponder our moral, ethical and philosophical reasoning, while at the same time encouraging us to manage our emotional outrage and terror. The story felt so real I desired to respond with a similar decry as the pope in reference to images of victims in Syria. “With utmost firmness, I condemn the use of chemical weapons. I tell you that those terrible images from recent days are burned into my mind and heart.”

Chaplains, warriors, civilians caught in the crossfire of war, and political leaders could benefit from wrestling with the profound and disturbing thoughts within this story.  On page 138, the following dialogue between the officer and the veteran sergeant major is one of many examples of this exquisite writing.

“I was pretty young back then,” Parson said. “I guess I just couldn’t reconcile a world where those things could still happen.” He went on to say he’d seen awful things in Iraq and Afghanistan, too. But he was older and more jaded then. Bosnia had first taught him that cruelty persisted in human nature like a dominant gene. “I don’t know about philosophy and history and religion; I just fly airplanes. But it seems the more I learn about what we’re capable of, the worse it gets. I don’t see how you stand it.”

Gold liked it that he’d said “what we’re capable of.” Not this group or that group. He might feel older and more jaded, but he was also older and wiser.

The Warriors would make a great movie, but a movie would miss the true value of the story. The truth lies in the thoughts of all of the “warriors”, good, bad and mixed up. Young allows us a glimpse into the thoughts and emotions of the warriors. After reading this thriller/mystery, much remains unresolved in my heart, as it should be.  A war is never over until it is over in every human soul… with no exceptions.

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Synopsis:  Lieutenant Colonel Michael Parson has seen plenty of action, so he’s happy with his new assignment as safety officer at a Kyrgyzstan air base. It’s a pretty laid-back way to spend the next year. Or so he thought. On his second day, a C-27 crashes on the runway with a load of electronic gear–and opium. Recruiting his old companion Sergeant Major Sophia Gold as interpreter, Parson investigates not only the crash but also the source of the cargo. The answers they find will lead them into a conflict as lethal as any they have known.

A new Balkan war is brewing, driven by a man of ruthless ambition. Parson himself flew during the wars in Bosnia and Kosovo, so he’s seen their horrors firsthand. But neither he nor Gold has seen anything like what’s about to happen now.

Navigating the Spiritual Journey of Life



Psalm 46


God is for us a refuge and strength

a helper close at hand, in time of distress

So we shall not fear though the earth should rock,

though the mountains fall into the depths of the sea,

even though its waters rage and foam,

even though the mountains be shaken by its waves.


The Lord Beloved of hosts is with us

The God of Jacob is our stronghold


The waters of a river give joy to God’s city,

the holy place where the Most High dwells.

God is within, it cannot be shaken

God will help it at the dawning of the day

Nations are in tumult, kingdoms are shaken

He lifts his voice, the earth shrinks away.


The Lord Beloved of hosts is with us

The God of Jacob is our stronghold


Come consider the works of the Lord,

the redoubtable deeds he has done on the earth.

He puts an end to wars all over the earth; the bow he breaks, the spear he snaps.

He burns the shields with fire.

“Be still and know that I am God,

supreme among the nations, supreme on the earth!”


The Lord Beloved is with us

The God of Jacob is our stronghold.



   All powerful Father, the refuge and strength of your people, you protect in adversity

and defend in prosperity those who put their trust in you. May they persevere in seeking

your will and find their way to you through obedience.


July 3, 2010        my backyard in Atlantic Beach after praying the Liturgy of the Hours


Beloved God, you are everything and in everyone.

You absolutely love all World Cup nations.

You are peace.

You are joy.

You are love.

You are patience.

You are kindness.

You are generosity.

You are gentleness.

You are purity.

You are faithfulness.


You have created this world,

nourished the earth

and infused her with love and compassion.


Teach us and show us how to end all wars, surrender all weapons and trust in you…until the day we walk again with you in the summer breeze as friends and lovers.

            Wow!…oooh!…breath!…            o my!


You do put an end to all wars all over the world.

You are found in the stillness and silence.

You are found in the waters of summer

if we splash in your beauty and solemnity and sunshine.


You are within us…especially in moments of utter and inexplicable ecstasy

or devastating darkness and loneliness.

One sigh of Yours is a raging hurricane.

One kiss of Yours is the healing balm after tragedy or plotted betrayal of a friend.

I have seen a mountain melt into the sea in Hawaii…nothing to fear.

And then the morning explosion of life while curled up in the palm of your hand on frozen lava.

You show me Your creative spirit

            Your indescribable awesome beauty…even in the center of ugly wars


O Beloved! O Father! O Jesus! O Blessed Mother given to us from the Cross! 

Inebriate my senses with your sensuous touch and kiss and embrace.

Take me now, for I trust in your mercy, your love …your sacred heart.


The heavens are telling the glory of God and all creation is shouting for joy!

Come dance in the forest! Come dance in the field!

And sing! Sing to the Glory of I AM!


Sail on in prosperity.

Hang on to Jesus in adversity.

Be not afraid…ever!

For YawehThewaY is with us and within us always and in all ways!

Always, until the end of time…and beyond



Beloved, have a blessed week in your journey with Our God who loves you.

Love, joy, peace,

Father Ron  Moses +Image