A Blog by LeRoy Friesen
O Lover, It goes by many names: flux, transitoriness, effemorality, change. Growing awareness of its pervasiveness first disturbed my heretofore patterned life via education, then life experience, the creative arts, both subatomic- and astro-physics,...
O Lover, In my memory’s repository I am on the Harám esh-Sharíf (aka the Temple Mound) in Jerusalem. Retracing the vision of the prophet Ezekiel (47:1-12) set on this spot is colored by my...
[“Were not our hearts burning within us?” (Lk 24:32)] O Lover, In the later decades of my life I occasionally have had enigmatic experiences of which I only slowly became aware. Both then and...
[“The principal effects of Centering Prayer are experienced in daily life, not in the period of Centering prayer itself” (Open Mind, Open Heart, Thomas Keating, OCSO).] O Lover, Our evolving consumer culture has shaped...
[“For you have died, and your life with the Christ is hidden by and in God” (Col 3:3 [EA]).] O Lover, One of the features of the Hebrew and Christian scriptures is the way...
[“There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods to them and says, ‘Morning, boys, how’s the water?’ And the two...
[“Does God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, heaven and the highest heaven cannot contain You. . . .” (from dedicatory prayer of Solomon [I Kings 8:27]).] [“And I heard a loud voice from...
O Lover, There is a seeming distinction which surfaces within my awareness of You, especially when I am in severe straits. On the one hand, I might scramble to recall—indeed, recapitulate—moments in time past...
[“On my bed I remember You, on You I muse through the night, . . .” (Ps 63:8).] [“(T)he temple was filling with smoke. Then I said, . . .’my eyes have seen the...
[“On my bed I remember You, on You I muse through the night, . . .” (Ps 63:8).] [“(T)he temple was filling with smoke. Then I said, . . .’my eyes have seen the...
[“I only know that I did not know what love was until I encountered one that kept opening and opening and opening. And until I acknowledged that what that love was opening onto, and...