Weekly Inspiration (6/1/22)
Like a garden, your life might be full of plants, growing all over the place. Some of these you want to keep; others have to go. They may be good in themselves, or were good in the past, but are no longer good for you. They are in fact stopping you now from thriving and growing, dissipating your energy, preventing you from realizing your vision. Name them. Then, with clippers in hand, ask for the courage to prune, ruthlessly, that you may bear much fruit, to God’s glory.
-Br. Geoffrey Tristram
Society of Saint John the Evangelist
Dear Ones,
I have watched this documentary and it is uplifting, inspiring, funny, and helpful at this time with so much tragic news around us. I recommend it to you highly and it is free to watch tomorrow and the next day only. See details to rsvp below.
Blessings,
-Shelley
Archbishop Desmond Tutu and His Holiness the Dalai Lama were no strangers to the darkest moments in life. They faced suffocating oppression, exile, death threats, cancer, and more--unbowed and still laughing.
How?
They made you a movie to show you. (It will even make you laugh out loud. Seriously.) And it's going to be available for FREE on June 2nd for a 48-hour window.
All you have to do is RSVP here and you'll get notifications about it. Click on Mission: JOY's Facebook page on June 2nd at 5pm Pacific Daylight Time (PDT) through June 4th at 5pm PDT.
“Hymn for the Hurting” by Amanda Gorman
Everything hurts,
Our hearts shadowed and strange,
Minds made muddied and mute.
We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.
And yet none of it is new;
We knew it as home,
As horror,
As heritage.
Even our children
Cannot be children,
Cannot be.
Everything hurts.
It’s a hard time to be alive,
And even harder to stay that way.
We’re burdened to live out these days,
While at the same time, blessed to outlive them.
This alarm is how we know
We must be altered —
That we must differ or die,
That we must triumph or try.
Thus while hate cannot be terminated,
It can be transformed
Into a love that lets us live.
May we not just grieve, but give:
May we not just ache, but act;
May our signed right to bear arms
Never blind our sight from shared harm;
May we choose our children over chaos.
May another innocent never be lost.
Maybe everything hurts,
Our hearts shadowed & strange.
But only when everything hurts
May everything change.