For several centuries the Celtic church of Ireland was spared the Greek dualism of matter and spirit. They regarded the world with the clear vision of faith. When a young Celtic monk saw his cat catch a salmon swimming in shallow water, he cried, “The power of the Lord in in the paw of the cat.” The Celtic chronicles tell of the wandering sailor monks of the Atlantic, seeing the angels of God and hearing their song as they rose and fell over the western islands. To the scientific person they were only gulls and gannets, puffins, cormorants and kittiwakes. But the monks lived in a world in which everything was a word of God to them, in which the love of God was manifest to anyone with the least creative imagination. How else, they wondered, would God speak to them? They cherished the Scriptures, but they also cherished God’s ongoing revelation in His world of grace. “Nature breaks through the eyes of a cat,” they said. For the eyes of faith, every created thing manifests the grace and providence of Abba. Brennan Manning, “The Ragamuffin Gospel”
#315 getting reaquainted with old friends, #316 overhearing a Mom’s whispered prayers in the dark, #317 the beauty of our animal friend’s companionship, #318 phone calls that draw us near even when we are far away, #319 loving hands held together in prayer, #320 sitting in the porch swing at twilight, #321 a Dad who still wants to make sure I have enought covers……some things never change, #322 Gods amazing grace which covers all…..