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A plea for solidarity,
Strengthened by The Hidden,
Convicting of us Truth,
Courage to hold the pain in,
To see diversity’s sacred Image,
Not as scapegoats of judgment,
Ridicule, and unworthy wrath.
Called to become One Body,
United in its glistening array,
Daring to believe,
Challenged to hope,
Choosing to love God.
A race sharing a DNA,
Bearing unpredictable complexity,
Glowing wonders of uniqueness,
A Creator’s Bouquet,
Always extracting to His Glory,
What humanity cannot reason,
But only trust.
Help us Spirit
Come,
Bring light to every Image,
So those blinded may see,
Awe,
Wonder,
And Your Splendid Dignity.
Write Your Law of love,
On hearts hardened by stone Laws,
To love neighbor,
Without false Piety.
Come O Hidden God,
Spouse of the Immaculate Heart,
Gushing forth twixt Son and Father,
Unlock our black and white prisons,
Crush our counterfeit Christianity,
Give our ears proper discernment,
To hear His saving words,
Forgive them Father,
For they know not what they do!
Awaken the generations,
Adoring Mary’s Song,
…on those who fear Him.
He has shown might with His arm,
He has scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart.
He has put down the mighty from their thrones,
and has exalted the lowly.”
Help us be still,
To contemplate,
Both conceit
And the lowly.
Come,
Pour out Your Wisdom,
Stretch our narrowness,
To hold the tension of diversity,
Inspite of our limited rationale,
Beyond our thin, slippery grap of theology,
Broaden our thighs of understanding,
So we may deliver knowing, not knowledge,
Reclaiming the seed of true religion,
Breaking soil in shoots caring for widows and orphans,
Growing into an inclusive shade,
For all sinners,
Soon feasting on its fruits, wildberries of solidarity become daily bread,
wine drawn from its roots.
For truly, truly I tell you, this very tree was once cut down, dried, and offerred to us as fuel fore divine flames,
A wildfire of Christ’s burning heart of mercy for all humanity.
True faith and unadulterated Trust,
Seeks unhesitant solidarity,
Knowing we are rescued as a community,
glittering in diversity.
Come, Blessed Spirit,
Please.

By Chris Clody
7/12/22
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When Children Sing – God Smiles!

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Song of Hope

Tides of the fashionably overdressed,
Slowly crowd a church in warm wools and hats,
Envious glances darting east to west,
Fluffy scarves dangle among copycats,
Await words from their shepherd theocrat.

Housing the comfortable from the cold,
Outside snow swirls like tiny acrobats,
Tumbling through an old jacket full of holes,
Covering a pregnant, fourteen-year-old.

Snow crunching underfoot to muffled sounds,
Determined to reach stained-glass glowing gold,
Singing loudens as she heads into town.

Struggling to open the heavy, church door,
An ear-piercing squeak turn all eyes around,
Every seat taken she sits on the floor,
In front of the altar – the crowd spellbound.

A priest left speechless, singing paralyzed,
Surreal awaits reality be found,
Holding her belly, she cannot disguise,
Accepting her place without looking ‘round.
God watches – wond’ring if grace will abound.

A child walks up and sits down by her side,
Smiling she’s blessed by the friend she’s now found,
Echoes of small shoes soon joyfully arrive.

Holding her hand, children gather around,
Singing “Silent Night” with the new joy they had found.

By Chris Clody
12/24/2016

Finding Hope, Finding Home.

My Refuge

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You’re my ocean. My endless sea,
My beacon burning bright.
My refuge, my soul drawn by thee,
Love has found the better me.

You’re my way home, my hope of mercy;
My soul’s Jerusalem.
My harbor, my endless safety,
Love transforms You’re will in me.

Eternal font,
Mercy Divine,
Turn You’re glance to me.
Holy Father, Son and Spirit,
Shine Your light and love on me.

Let my confessions dress my humility – Jesus live in me.

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By Chris Clody 10/17/2014

Five little words…

I learned something today.  I was reading a post on facebook regarding Mother Teresa and the beauty and true simplicity of the Gospel was never better said as I read:

People often asked Mother Teresa why she loved the poor so much, how she could honor dignity in such difficult situations. In response, she liked to grasp their hand, slowly wiggle one finger at a time, and explain: “You-did-it-to-me.” In her mind, you could count the whole Gospel on just five fingers. (http://www.wordonfire.org/resources/blog/jesus-in-his-most-distressing-disguise/4479/)

You did it for me

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Empty out your life through the love God extends,
Release the radiant joy buried deep within,
For when you love another as yourself,
You did it for me.

You did it for me,
You did it for me,
Whatever you do for the least of these,
You did it for me.

You fed me when I was hungry,
You gave me water for my thirst,
You sheltered me when I had no home,
You clothed me when I shivered,
You held my hand through my sickness,
And my imprisonment,
What you did to the least of these,
You did it for me.

You did it for me,
You did it for me,
Whatever you do for the least of these,
You did it for me.

These five little words,
You count on your fingers,
Will open your eyes to see,
Loving God through your neighbor’s dignity,
When you did it for me.

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By Chris Clody 9/6/2014

 

 

 

The Bridge

homeless1I was awed by the provocative words I heard this Sunday at church regarding the separation between people as was related to a biblical passage between a very poor and sick man named Lazarus and a rich man found in Luke 16:19-31.  Drawing from the unnecessary, continuous separation experienced between both men on earth and in the afterlife was simply sad. If within every “hello” there is a chance for compassion, the oblivion of the rich man’s radar for Lazarus was simply turned off.   If the works of Jesus is our tangible, visible expression of the invisible and incessant grace of Our Father, then the opportunity to dig deeper behind each “hello” is the path Christ’s beckons us towards.

bridge1It was the beautiful analogy of building bridges explained on Sunday by first using thin, lightweight lines to first “bridge” the distance by which the gap separates each side.  Slowly, thicker and thicker lines are used to pull the more substantial cords used in its construction.  Whether the bridge is a place to meet in the middle or used only for one to cross over completely to the other side to be with another, either way demonstrates our humanity’s need to draw together into communion and community despite what separates us.  For the Christian, their ability to seek communion regardless of differences is their litmus test – for those they love the least is a reflection of how much they love their Savior.  It is necessary to throw out those long, thin lines for want of communion so more substantial relationships can be slowly drawn closer together.  To dare to accept the radical nature of Christ’s compassion and unstoppable forgiveness revealing His Father’s will towards our and His communion, we must become fearless bridges – if even if they fail and come crashing down.  forgive2Often, actually too often, Jesus is used as a metaphor as a bridge between Heaven and Earth, bridging the damnation every soul has been born into under the genetic curse of Original Sin. But my friends, Jesus is much more than a bridge spanning the merciful arm of redemption from Heaven to Earth – He is fill.  Although we may not see the abundant grace that can move God to forget all our offenses, it is the tangible, visible love for neighbor that builds a community joyfully gathering without condemnation in the promise of salvation.  If souls that die in friendship with this immaculate heart and soul of a forgiving Redeemer, then cast forth those thin lines of hope to love your God through your neighbor…regardless…community1

His Peace,

Chris

A Moment…

He was far enough away to expectantly pass him by. He was a foreign face that wore the pain of his existence and debilitating consequences of an unfortunate life.  Yet, an unfamiliar paralysis caused me to hesitate and look a little too long until our eyes shared a moment.

A moment that dared me to search for another’s hidden dignity.

A moment where compassion revolts against a learned and comfortable etiquette.

A moment that should have passed with a forgotten glance.

A moment slowly turned into an unexpected commitment as I slowly staggered against a current towards what should have never held my attention.  Dumbstruck by my heart in mutiny against my common sense, my head screamed, “What are you doing?!” While my heart screamed louder, “What if he was your brother?!”  As if without warning, I stood before him and listened to whatever possessed my body to ask, “Are you hungry my friend?”  Despite the cautious stare from his dull and distant, dark brown eyes, a grateful “yes” seemed to put us both at ease…

Then again, it was just a moment…

His,

Chris

A Glance

Lord was that You I saw,
Hidden behind the shame and regret?
Was that you who called,
Through a poor, forgotten silhouette?

There, within a stolen moment,
Empathy pricks me like a thorn,
Drawn by your eternal gaze,
I walk a path I’ve hardly worn.

It’s simply irresistible,
To behold the windows of the soul,
Although dimly visible,
Faith sees love offered not controlled.

Lord, help me see you,
Beyond the vision you gave me.
Lord, unlock this heart,
And destroy its wicked key.
Lord…just…set…me…free.

©2011 by Chris Clody 9/14/2012

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