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Exaltation of the Cross
There is a great light that shines from the Cross of Christ. A light full of grace that glistens my soul and illuminates the darkness and dysfunction of my human capacity. Oh the grace. A light full of mercy that corrodes my desire to “feel good” and exposes my attachments to the things that cause injury. Oh the mercy. A light full of hope that swallows the source of my pain onto Himself so that through darkness I might find life. Oh the hope. Today the Church proclaims the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. Here are some of the crosses that have caught my eye over the last…
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School, Dependence, and Paradox
Getting older allows you to experience things you thought were steadfast in your intellect but could never quite articulate or put into words. This certainly has been true as I find peace within paradox. Paradox: something (such as a situation) that is made up of two opposite things and that seems impossible but is actually true or possible -Merriam Webster I have always felt that paradox holds great truth. However, until you live it, truth can only find a home within the narrow confines of your mind, never being tested by the rigors of your everyday life. There have been plenty of examples in my life that only make sense…
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Pride
Pride can reveal its ugly head in many ways. We sometimes associate it with “high self-esteem.” Yet the precursor to pride seems to reside in our anxiety, fear, and insecurity. Therefore, those with “low self-esteem” seem to be suffering from the same illness. Pride attaches itself to accomplishments both emotionally and tangibly. Consequently, trying to keep up with “being nice,” “being better,” “having more,” or “knowing more” can be exhausting, for these desires seem to be symptoms of a fear of not “being” enough, an insecurity deep within. The result of this “ill from within” comes to the surface in our desire to compete. Many of us spend our lives…
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A Stare
Andrew, my four-year-old, loves to come right up to my face and stare into my eyes. It always makes me pause when his little body, his little head, and his little face climb onto my lap to get as close as he can. And yet, his brown eyes probing deep into mine sparks a reaction from the depths of my being. What is it about a son’s desire to look into their father’s eyes? What are they seeking? What are they desiring? And maybe more importantly, what is the father’s response? Being a father has brought many feelings and emotions to the surface. Feelings and emotions that otherwise might not…
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Mt. Pilatus
We had a great time staying the night on top of Mt. Pilatus. (2132 meters (about 7000 ft.) above sea level.)
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Penetrating Light
Last week, during an early morning run, I was struck by the light that penetrated the darkness on one of my favorite trails near our house in Worb, Switzerland. It was a great reminder that as much as I try to hide from the light, the light always penetrates my shadows and invites me into freedom. Praised be you, my Lord, with all your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, who is the day and through whom you give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour; and bears a likeness of you, Most High. –Canticle of the Creatures, St. Francis of Assisi (Laudato Si, 87)
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Summer at Seven
To approach the day as if the world depended on me to save it. To climb a tree with the intensity of someone on a mission. To ride my bike with a sense of great purpose and determination. And to run from here to there as if I were pursuing the evilest villain alive. Every day was a great adventure. It was an opportunity to live out the saga and storyline that I had imagined in my head. Every day was about being a seven-year-old boy created for something larger than himself. This was my summer at seven years old in Clifton Park, New York. I often fondly remember the…
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U.S.A. vs. Germany
Taking the train through the countryside of Germany brought up some nostalgic emotions as it was the first time in my life that I was in the country of my grandfather’s origin. It was the first time physically being in touch with a part of me that I rarely think about. As an American, most of my generation are “Mutts.” That is, we are a mix of many nationalities. So, although I am 75% Irish and only 25% German, my last name, Illig, is German. I am proud to say that it originates from Germany. Having said that, I am an American citizen. And I am proud and not ashamed…
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The Paradox of the Road
It is within the journey that I find myselfIt is within the silence that I speak the language of peaceIt is within becoming a child that I have the capacity to be an adultIt is within the view from my knees that I see clearlyIt is within death that I find lifeIt is within the great unknown that I find the presentIt is within this life that I find eternal Love.
