"Do now, do now, what you will wish to have done when your moment comes to die." [St. Angela Merici]

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Please Don’t Ignore Me Because…



By Micky Wolf


I’m old…aging, the relentless pursuer that prevails

I’m sad…loss and grief come to all

I’m happy…it is joy that sustains through night and valley

I’m quiet…pain, of body or soul, an ever-present companion

I’m out-spoken…the scars within, fuel for passion to birth mercy and justice

I’m tall or short, large or small…behold the honeybee, the mighty oak

I’m black or white, brown or yellow…color lightens, brightens, delights

I’m fast…there is a journey to complete

I’m slow…there is a journey to complete

Please don’t ignore me because…I’m not like you.
I am you. You are me.

If not in this moment, surely in the last, or likely in the next.

It is in our choosing to live into the moment of the other
that we realize IGNORE for what it is…

Ignorance—lack of knowledge, education, or awareness.
(Merriam-Webster)






 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Time to Rise to Living Your Life?


By Micky Wolf
Fresh-out-of-the-oven Focaccia 

One of the things I enjoying doing—it’s also quite therapeutic—is baking bread. And it’s always fun when my beloved offers to help.

From the minute the first puffs of bread flour cascade into the mixture of water and yeast, the process is one of delectable smells and intriguing textures.

But that’s not enough. There’s more. A whole lot more.

Dozens upon dozens of cookbooks are dedicated to the art and practice of making bread. 

Which means hundreds and hundreds of recipes. That many? Yep.

Any way you slice it (you saw that coming, didn’t you), there’s certain to be a shape and flavor of bread—or two or three or more—to please any preference or palate.

Round loaves. Long loaves. Rectangle loaves. Braided loaves. Knotty-shaped loaves. Bread with nuts, berries or raisins.

The purist might narrow the varieties to a couple, but to do so would be like going into the neighborhood bakery only to discover every tray and display case is filled with row upon row of lemon tarts. Not your flavor or favorite? Sorry, that’s all we make.

Which brings us to you and me.

We are not unlike the bread we enjoy. Some are round. Some are plump. Others are long and thin. And yes, we have among us a few of the knotty sort.

But here’s the best part—our uniqueness has been given to us by our God who delights in creating human beings with special blends of “flavor and texture.” Different personalities. Different gifts. A multitude of perspectives and experiences.

Wouldn’t it be life-changing if we began to see our diversity as enriching one another’s lives? That what appears to be odd or peculiar may actually be a blessing in an unfamiliar form?

Whether it’s the butter, the jam, the olive oil or any other of the fragrant seasonings that can transform ordinary ingredients into a tasty treat, so to the nuances and characteristics our Creator God has given you and me.

Like the bread, we begin this life ‘in the oven’. But that’s only the beginning. What about today? This moment?

Maybe now’s the time you need to believe it’s not too late to be who and what only you can be. And in the process, be assured God will help you rise to the occasion.