tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51833976442261602062024-03-05T13:04:58.659-08:00Random Thoughts......Independent Franciscan musings on spirituality,GLBT Christians,and the Independent Catholic movement.Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-13215660951522667712013-10-08T21:35:00.000-07:002013-10-08T21:35:12.490-07:00<h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Dear friends,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It's been a long time since I have felt 'inspired' to write. Sometimes I have felt it was due to the lack of the Holy Spirit in my thoughts.. and sometimes from sheer lack of anything "witty" or of importance to write about.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Not so this time, not so.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The picture to the left pretty much says it all in a nutshell. </span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">These words attributed to St. Francis, can be added to all walks of life, from the petty politicians we are currently having to endure, to many of us in the ISM/ Independent catholic movement.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> With that said, in this take it with me now gimme, gimme world we live in, what indeed do we leave behind us as a legacy? Where is our Love, sacrifice and courage? How do or can we show it to others? How can we if we do not first find it within ourselves? Do we stand up verbally for those who can not seem to do so for themselves? All three come into play when you do stand up for those who are unable to do so.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">What bout those others deem 'crazy' or weird? How can we show our love for our fellow human beings who are out of work/homeless? Will a passing kind smile mean you have wonderfully done your part? Really??</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Allow and empower yourselves with the love and courage to GET involved, on whatever level, but GET involved. BE a presence for those who are seeking. I'm on Facebook, admittedly too much maybe, :-)</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">and while on there.. I see many of us clergy types bellyaching and whining over the most petty and negative stuff! I mean it's great to be able to ask your far flung friends on there for prayer for this or that.. but the </span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">whining, from clerics, in public...OMG! lol It does in a very real way though, that we are, no matter who, human to a fault. As the Holidays come nearer.. let's see if we can help turn those with a gimme gimme attitude, into a givvie givie one. When the season of gift giving arrives, lets ask the Holy Spirit for gifts for ourselves... the gift of courage to love others we might never have the normal chance to do so. For in obtaining that courage, we find the bonus gift of love. For with in that bonus gift, lies the other (but wait, there's more!) even better gift of sacrifice.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> God's richest blessings be with each and every one of you!</span></h2>
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Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-46907213650265258242010-11-05T21:17:00.001-07:002010-11-05T21:24:54.955-07:00Random musings on "Hope"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lsWJbJkRqChNbWdIflKkBMqBtZxdivQLY_utQuVlXSNr2qSGFlFgKLwOZWW7HCLGQLrThkVsy6UnQy1x2wWeVoMtDt0SV3012Jywhf2V9uBA9bpt0M7ok2di2FWoIgQZtHTAfKaC6_1v/s1600/1051679588_6e719fdf35.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lsWJbJkRqChNbWdIflKkBMqBtZxdivQLY_utQuVlXSNr2qSGFlFgKLwOZWW7HCLGQLrThkVsy6UnQy1x2wWeVoMtDt0SV3012Jywhf2V9uBA9bpt0M7ok2di2FWoIgQZtHTAfKaC6_1v/s200/1051679588_6e719fdf35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536286217821575122" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Sisters and brothers,<br />it's yet again been a while since I've posted, now our elections have come and gone, and are now but an almost distant memory. even though the uber right-tea partiers claim to have "taken back America", My question is what have they taken it back to?<br />To a time where kids and young adults kill themselves because of being bullied by others because of their sexuality? To a time where fear is used as control to those who do not agree with them, and it's ok for a (now ex) school official to encourage gay kids to commit suicide? This is what the tea partiers and those who brainlessly follow them have as part of their list of things to bring America "back"?<br />Nevertheless...there is hope... NOT necessarily in politics nor politicians,<br />however, but in real hope...hope in that which we know to be God's Holy Spirit. Hope that opens doors,eyes and hearts to the hat mongering that is passing for Republican Agenda.<br />The Holy Spirit opening hearts and minds to see those using fear to manipulate the ignorance of those unwilling to learn and grow.<br />Hope is what encourages us to go on..knowing that there is or will be something better out there for us as GLBT people of faith. It's this faith, that we desperately need to pass on to our GLBT youth. In fact, we need to be that face of hope. For Hope.. real hope not political, not democratic nor republican, Hope that is Jesus himself,this is what people are searching for...this is who we need to be and show. WE are the face hands voice and HOPE of Jesus to others, especially those in pain and hurt and searching and confused. We need to be in direct contact with that Kingdom of God within us in order to show others they too can be a part of that kingdom. Where hate, or fear mongering or bigotry. Can you step up and say yes to hope? Say yes to the kingdom of God within? Others are dying for you to do so!<br />Blessings,<br />+Mel<br /><br /><br /><div id="networkedblogs_nwidget_container" style="height: 360px; padding-top: 10px;"><div id="networkedblogs_nwidget_widget" style="border: 1px solid rgb(209, 215, 223); background-color: rgb(245, 246, 249); margin: 0px auto;"><br /><div id="networkedblogs_nwidget_follow" style="padding: 5px;"><a style="display: block; line-height: 100%; width: 90px; margin: 0px auto; padding: 4px 8px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(59, 89, 152); border-width: 1px; border-style: solid; border-color: rgb(217, 223, 234) rgb(14, 31, 91) rgb(14, 31, 91) rgb(217, 223, 234); color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://networkedblogs.com/blog/random_thoughts_276614/?ahash=c013c04d3eca2b681a09ed196713ff68">Follow this blog</a></div></div><div id="networkedblogs_nwidget_below"></div></div><script type="text/javascript"><!--if(typeof(networkedblogs)=="undefined"){networkedblogs = {};networkedblogs.blogId=276614;networkedblogs.shortName="random_thoughts_276614";}--></script><script src="http://nwidget.networkedblogs.com/getnetworkwidget?bid=276614" type="text/javascript"></script>Bp. 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Dear all,<br />
It's been a while since I posted, but then again I never felt the need to post my every thought, only just what the Spirit compels me to write.<br />
I was writing to a face book friend today, and had the need to add the word Baraka (blessings) at the end of my note. (he's Muslim).<br />
I then looked up the word.. just to get a full sense of it's meaning.. and what I found was a wonderful surprise.<br />
Not only does the word mean blessing, like Barak Obama's first name means..he was indeed a blessing to his parents..as all children are.<br />
It also has a Sufi connotation...meaning breath of God! As in the Hebrew word Ruach. Which is a feminine word describing an aspect of God. It is comforting to know that our loving God breathes down blessings upon us, whether we ask or not.<br />
Just one of those nice to know things in life that gives us an unexpected<br />
uplift to our day and our spirit.<br />
I pray that these words have given you too that unexpected uplift of spirit, to help keep you focused on what's important.<br />
Blessings all,<br />
+Mel<br />
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<strong> This is something that as a Franciscan, I have to put on my blog to spread the word.</strong><br />
<strong> Now I know there are some out there that read my blog, and will disagree with me adding this on here. The Gospel commands us to comfort the afflicted... and in doing so, afflict the comfortable.</strong><br />
<strong>Pax et Bonum,</strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> +Mel</span><br />
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<strong>The principle of compassion</strong> lies at the heart of all religious, ethical and spiritual traditions, calling us always to treat all others as we wish to be treated ourselves. Compassion impels us to work tirelessly to alleviate the suffering of our fellow creatures, to dethrone ourselves from the centre of our world and put another there, and to honour the inviolable sanctity of every single human being, treating everybody, without exception, with absolute justice, equity and respect.<br />
<strong>It is also necessary</strong> in both public and private life to refrain consistently and empathically from inflicting pain. To act or speak violently out of spite, chauvinism, or self-interest, to impoverish, exploit or deny basic rights to anybody, and to incite hatred by denigrating others—even our enemies—is a denial of our common humanity. We acknowledge that we have failed to live compassionately and that some have even increased the sum of human misery in the name of religion.<br />
<strong>We therefore call upon all men and women</strong> ~ to restore compassion to the centre of morality and religion ~ to return to the ancient principle that any interpretation of scripture that breeds violence, hatred or disdain is illegitimate ~ to ensure that youth are given accurate and respectful information about other traditions, religions and cultures ~ to encourage a positive appreciation of cultural and religious diversity ~ to cultivate an informed empathy with the suffering of all human beings—even those regarded as enemies.<br />
<strong>We urgently need</strong> to make compassion a clear, luminous and dynamic force in our polarized world. Rooted in a principled determination to transcend selfishness, compassion can break down political, dogmatic, ideological and religious boundaries. Born of our deep interdependence, compassion is essential to human relationships and to a fulfilled humanity. It is the path to enlightenment, and indispensible to the creation of a just economy and a peaceful global community.<br />
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</span></h2><h2><span style="font-size: small;"> She's been a friend since my days of living in San Francisco.</span></h2><h2><span style="font-size: small;">This story sums up pretty well the 'tale' of Christmas.</span></h2><h2><span style="font-size: small;">A blessed Christmas to you all.</span></h2><h2><span style="font-size: small;"> +Mel</span><br />
</h2><h2>The Donkey's Tale</h2><img alt="Upozugion the donkey" class="right" height="231" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09-donkey1.jpg" width="153" /><br />
There was nothing usual, to begin with. That day my master and I had traveled a long distance on the muddy roads. We had been caught in a rainstorm and some of the rugs I was carrying got quite wet. My master, always quick of temper, was outraged, "Damnable weather! These will have to be sold at half-price, now!" Hurrying along toward the town, I stumbled under the heavy load and my master began to beat me with that hateful stick. He carried it always, and used it often — as the scars on my flanks attest.<br />
We were fortunate to find an inn on the outskirts of town. As I recall, it was here that things began to change. First, my master paid extra that I might be sheltered in the stable — a thing he rarely did. My burdens were lifted: all of the merchandise I carried was removed, and the reins that held me were loosed. I was truly free for the first time in many weeks. A blanket was laid across my back to keep me warm, water had been brought in from the nearby well, and there was a whole manger-ful of sweet hay — it was a heavenly place!<br />
<img alt="manger full of hay" class="left" height="132" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09manger-empty2.jpg" width="144" />I was comfortable in the cozy stable, surrounded by the nose-twitching fragrance of the other animals — a cow, two horses, a ewe and her lamb, some pigs in a pen on the far corner, and a flock of chickens. It was peaceful there; the only sounds the soft cooing of a pair of doves in the rafters, and the rustle of mice as they gathered seeds from within the hay. Before long I began to doze in the warming silence.<br />
The silent night was disturbed by the innkeeper, carrying a lamp. I was surprised to see that he was leading a young couple out to share our quarters. So little room here! Someone will need to be cast out into the cold. I turned my eyes away, so that I would not be noticed and so become the sacrifice. But nothing happened. No harsh words were uttered, and no creature was sent away.<br />
Ears itching with curiosity, I looked again, and my heart leapt within me. The man had the kindest eyes I had ever seen, and such a gentle way about him. His attention was focused on the young woman, who moved slowly and carefully, as though carrying a heavy burden.<br />
The innkeeper looked anxiously at the woman, and then shrugged his shoulders, "It's all I have..." Joseph gave the man a reassuring nod, "We will be well looked-after, I am certain," and he raised his hands toward the heavens.<br />
Humans hold a fascination for animals: with your gift of language, your strong and clever fingers, and brains ever-busy with plans and schemes. And so we watched, to see what these people would do. Joseph gathered together some of the straw, and covered it with two blankets from his pack.<br />
<img alt="a dove" class="left" height="120" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09-dove.jpg" width="112" />One of the doves swooped down with a feather in her mouth, and dropped it nearby. The gentle man smiled, "Are you helping me build a nest, my friend?" He handed the feather to Mary, who blessed the bird: "Peaceful one, peace be with you."<br />
That is how it began: gently, and peacefully. And it was during that holy night that The Baby was born. I've been present at a couple of other human births, and this one was very much the same. Except: there was a strange noise — musical, like the chanting of many voices, but it appeared to come from the roof of the stable!<br />
Mary and Joseph did not seem to notice — busy, as they were, with the newborn Child. They wrapped him in soft cloths, and laid him in the manger. But that was not enough! Surely there ought to be gifts for the Baby.<br />
As the beautiful Mother knelt adoringly over her child, I pushed my way forward and tossed my head. "Look at that donkey," said Joseph, "I believe he wants something. What is it, old fellow?" Stretching my neck, I reached back and grabbed the blanket from my back in my teeth.<br />
<img alt="Upozugion's blanket" class="right" height="111" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09-blanket.jpg" width="152" />Joseph stood still for a moment, and then took it from my mouth. "Thank you, my friend, for this blanket for the baby Jesus." Old as I am, I have never forgotten that moment, nor joy that swelled my heart as I watched him gently drape my blanket over the tiny child.<br />
Then there came the contingent of shepherds: ill-smelling — even to an unwashed donkey's nose, poorly dressed, with dirty feet. They arrived with a flapping of their raggedy clothes, in much excitement over a wild story about angels. I paid no attention, remembering the time I ate some peculiar-tasting thistles that made me behave like that. But the gentle man and compassionate Lady — with the newborn Child at her breast, listened patiently, and blessed them as they departed.<br />
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<div class="farleft"><img alt="Christmas star" height="278" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09Christmas-star.gif" width="216" /><br />
</div>In the morning my master rose early; the skies had cleared during the night and the sun shone brightly. The little family had moved outside and were warming themselves at a fire.<br />
Preparing to load me down with his wares, my master noticed the missing blanket. "What have you done with your blanket, you vile creature?!" he demanded, kicking at my heels. Joseph arose at once, and bowed to my master, "Sir, please do not beat this animal for my sin. Our child was born in the stable, and I borrowed the donkey's blanket to keep him warm."<br />
His voice seemed to calm my master who said, "Never mind. It is not important. I have other blankets." Joseph bowed again and said, "Thank you." Although my master was the one who answered — "It is nothing," I am nearly certain Joseph was talking to me.<br />
There was something about that place: even my master, ever-anxious to set out on a journey, seemed unwilling to depart. He returned to the inn twice: once for a skein of wine, and again for a bit of rope to fasten the already-secure packages on my back.<br />
We needed to arrive early to get a good location at the market in the center of the town, still a mile or so distant. And so we set out, leaving the family behind. As we departed, Mary gently patted my neck, and the child — the astonishing child — looked at me with wise and gentle eyes.<br />
<img alt="muddy road" class="right" height="167" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09-muddy%20road.jpg" width="126" />The lightness of my spirit was not enough to overcome the heaviness of the rugs — some still weighted down with rainwater. This weight, combined with the sticky mud of the roads made lifting each foot a struggle. Before long I was exhausted: sweating and thirsty.<br />
Then I noticed a fragrance in the air: somewhere, quite nearby was water. I turned off the main road and toward the refreshing promise. At once my master began shouting and running after me. I knew what would happen next: he would begin beating me, and I would bite at him, and shake off what part of the burden I could. We would both be filled with violence and hatred.<br />
In an instant, something changed. I saw again the faces of that dear family: gentle Joseph, kind Mary, and the precious baby. I turned toward my master, remembering the Child. Our eyes met, and he stepped back — the evil stick dropped from his hand. There was stillness for a moment — a holy peace seemed to descend upon us.<br />
My master shook his head, as though awaking from a dream. Then he said, "There's a well not far from here, it will only take a moment from our journey, and we could both use a drink of water."<br />
Later, as we sat by the well, a woman came collect some water. Bowing to my master, she asked, "Do you bring any news? The shepherds are saying that the Messiah has been born!"<br />
An odd expression came over my master's face and he looked at me, as though seeing me for the first time. He said, "We've seen a lot together, haven't we, old friend?"<br />
Things have been very different between us, since that day. The vile stick is gone — never to be replaced, my loads are lighter, my heart is gentler. And, as for my master — he often says that there is no question as to which of us is the bigger donkey.<br />
<div class="farleft"><img alt="Upozugion" src="http://www.inklingscommunity.org/12-21-09-donkey-wise.jpg" /><br />
</div>Perhaps we'll see the family again some day. My master has heard that they live in Nazareth. I'd like to go there, and give the little boy a ride on my back. It would be such a joy to carry him with me, even for a little way — although, as my master says, we carry Him in our hearts wherever we go.<br />
blessings from<br />
<i>Upozugion the donkey</i><br />
<h2>A Christmas Blessing</h2><div class="center">May this donkey's tale bring you joy,<br />
and may you carry<br />
the beauty and peace of Christ<br />
in your heart<br />
today and always!<br />
</div><div class="center"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Merry Christmas!</b></span><br />
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</div><h2 class="postTitle" style="color: #666666;">Advent, Jesus as a child.</h2><b> I have worked in retail almost all my life. Mostly in Jewelry for the last 30 years. <br />
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<b> This is the first season in all those years I will not be dealing with the greed and over commercialism of this time of year.</b><br />
<b> Now I can say to whomever I meet, 'Merry Christmas' and not have to worry if the bosses will over hear me NOT saying "happy holidays".</b><br />
<b> Not that it's bad to say it in this religious pluralistic world.</b><br />
<b> But for me as a Christian, and a bishop in Christ's church, The deep meaning that Christmas has for me just flows out of me during this time of year.</b><br />
<b> Now having said all that.... Lets get back to Advent. The reenactment of the coming of the Christ Child that we take 4 weeks to observe.</b><b> Unlike the lenten season, there is nothing to 'give up'...or is there? The coming of this gentle child of peace, on a quiet and cold night, needs to be taken seriously. Set aside all the parties, the dinners, the shop till you drop days, the presents, and let us focus on the birthing of Jesus into our hearts. I realize it's for our loved ones that we do all the cooking and shopping..but.. taking some silent time to prepare our hearts and minds for the coming of the little one puts all the other stuff into a better perspective.</b><br />
<b> Can we give up the stress? Can we give up the greed and the 'I wants'? To hear the cry of the small babe of Bethlehem? Can we prepare the rough and dusty mangers in our hearts to accept such a one as He? Yes! By simply asking with meaning for the Christ Child to come into our hearts. As each candle of the Advent wreath is lit,let us figuratively light a matching one on the wreaths of our minds and hearts to dispel the darkness and clouds of worry and uncertainty life brings us.</b><br />
<b> Sounds simplistic I know..but it's sometimes in the simple things that more profound things happen! </b><br />
<b> We all know that God is ever around us, with us and in us, yet at the vespers for Christmas eve in the Eastern Church, we sing S'namy Boh, or God is with us! It's on that eve that we awaken from our yearly slumber and declare God is with us (once again).</b><br />
<b> Let us this season of Advent not only allow the Child Born in a Manger be born anew in us JUST for this season.. but for the whole year. Let that Child in the manger of our hearts GROW in us so that we can be the face of Christ for those who are lost and hurting who are so desperately seeking Him.</b><br />
<b> Shhhhhh..... He's coming!</b><br />
<b>Blessings,</b><br />
<b> +Mel</b>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-83846883500568423502009-10-29T21:22:00.000-07:002009-10-29T21:22:25.191-07:00Calling all Saints.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WXJPCgVQkjjdRX254EQ1eOqla_oXB0OORuIE9C7NKGBiKT9AQNZ-x022YCyI9UV1ENzv0oUL11xdQtu2dcFboUoaeM-jjPIC0qqr7WQaHW8DcaKJb9LCylIJVEME2yVVNVaNmNJ2L1s5/s1600-h/padre+pio+cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WXJPCgVQkjjdRX254EQ1eOqla_oXB0OORuIE9C7NKGBiKT9AQNZ-x022YCyI9UV1ENzv0oUL11xdQtu2dcFboUoaeM-jjPIC0qqr7WQaHW8DcaKJb9LCylIJVEME2yVVNVaNmNJ2L1s5/s320/padre+pio+cross.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This Sunday, Nov. 1st, is the feast of All Saints.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I remember in the Episcopal church, there is a hymn named I sing a song of the saints of God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">One line says Patient and brave and true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Funny things about this feast.. and commemoration,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Is that the Gospel compels us to become those saints.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Not by heroic deaths...but by every day living of the Gospel, i.e. the words of Jesus. By claiming to be followers of the Anointed one, the Christ, we have begun the journey to become saints.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So, what does this mean? Good question, no one has ever come up with a definitive answer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> We must walk this journey in our own way,in our own time..yeah right.... who am I kidding.. it's in God's own way and time..So.. the point of all this?? Good question </span>...<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">see a pattern here? Questions! Seeking!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">These are the workings of a journey..step by questioning step. However for the heroic ones, not much in the way of questions but a definitive active step. In this past Sunday's Gospel reading,we see a blind man,who on hearing that it was Jesus coming to the area, called out to have mercy on him. Now there was no thought that well... MAYBE... if I call he might listen...no. He called out much to the consternation to his friends and on lookers. Jesus came right up to him and said,What can I do for you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">'I want my sight' the blind man said</span> .<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ok, ok, so why am I mentioning it this way? Events coming up are trying times for us saints.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Our everyday lives, with health problems,financial worries, all these try to block our journey </span> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">on the way to become saints. Saints not to prove anything to ourselves, but saints for others. To even be maybe that onetime saint for someone who is so desperately seeking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is a group of young men who are trying to live the Gospel life in such an abandoning way, that it makes this old bishop sit up and take notice. They want to create intentional community,and in that word is the smaller word 'unity'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> On this saintly road,they have already come upon spiritual obstacles. Doubt, fear, all tools of the Evil one to try and take us off the track of our journey to sainthood.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now I'm not trying to swell heads here..I am couching what I say here in more of a honest clean faced way like the protestant writers, and writers of the New Testament. They used the word saint like we use the word faith or Jesus. As I have said above we all are called to be saints. Just today,as I was getting my prescriptions filled at Hannaford, with my new insurance plan, my co pay for all meds is 1.00 one dollar. I did not have the money,and the woman behind the counter was going to allow me to take my meds and pay later. A charming lady who loves cats,heard all this and immediately paid the 5.00 total foe my meds. i did not as..she freely gave to a total stranger. It brought me to tears. how good is our God??!! This saint,helped me bolster my own faith,not only in God,but in one another.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Let us then,like the ones who walked before us, help one another on this journey. Let us be the nameless person like that lady today to help keep each other on the life long road to sainthood. Bumps and potholes included.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Blessings one and all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> +Mel</span><br />
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Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-5507607338629925672009-08-10T16:38:00.001-07:002009-08-10T16:43:40.904-07:00health care...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB2Xth5cskueNtkHKjtD9jRizguCODwsIksAmPX39jSLJ_b5ecVC3OAWph6bni-RRn4mnE1bNXzobub58YPgNRux8ckDvWkFO1Q3V9SARpUpzOzMEGZ0Hedm12Nx2WLKke3GBSaplxT2f/s1600-h/76de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB2Xth5cskueNtkHKjtD9jRizguCODwsIksAmPX39jSLJ_b5ecVC3OAWph6bni-RRn4mnE1bNXzobub58YPgNRux8ckDvWkFO1Q3V9SARpUpzOzMEGZ0Hedm12Nx2WLKke3GBSaplxT2f/s320/76de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368483884443723602" border="0" /></a> Dear ones,<br />My take on the whole health thing is this:<br /> I believe that if it was a white charismatic president making his pitch for health reform it would not have the problems it has because the current sitting president is not all white.<br /> There are a lot of bigoted republicans and democrats who want to derail Obama. Not because of his politics, but because of his skin color.<br /> That just sucks. it's as if they want to say "see.. a person of color doesn't have it in them to be a real president. Do I know this for a fact? No.<br /> But I surmise this is indeed the case to a greater degree.<br />As I was talking to a friend today, Obama inherited a freaking mess..it took 8 years to create, it's not going to clear up over night.<br />People tend to forget that. They've been in darkness so long under the past administration,that they want all the changes to happen NOW.<br /> It just can't happen NOW. Nothing happens now. It takes time and co-operation between all peoples and parties.<br /> It takes time to listen to what is being offered, and not, well.... my cousin's mother's brother said this about it, therefore it MUST be true...NOT!<br />Well thats my 2cents.<br /> Blessings to you Keep on Keeping on.<br />+Mel OFCBp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-5724093191384643202009-08-09T20:56:00.000-07:002009-08-09T21:29:56.083-07:00Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtWhcb0nAUW96rxtXWvLxyvJQ10ldu3oM_LUKTZVcJ05z7sb4qq77lWFf9JRr1RdnEpMbm4Jw1NsX9gWvRs4_Hal2ogetk3H6hHixz9ObF5m6-r5sIIBK1bO8xaAoJhXevfyVlAVlnXDb/s1600-h/elevation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtWhcb0nAUW96rxtXWvLxyvJQ10ldu3oM_LUKTZVcJ05z7sb4qq77lWFf9JRr1RdnEpMbm4Jw1NsX9gWvRs4_Hal2ogetk3H6hHixz9ObF5m6-r5sIIBK1bO8xaAoJhXevfyVlAVlnXDb/s320/elevation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368179209619097778" border="0" /></a><br />Tonight I feel compelled to talk about changes.. not just religious changes or bodily ones as we get older..nor necessarily spiritual ones..but change, and how it affects us.<br /> I of course can and will only speak of change personally.<br />To do so otherwise would be to 'talk of what I know not of" asa wise woman once said.<br /> Right now, change for me is palpable...ever before me..as I get older..medically my body is changing..and the problems it creates in doing so,give me much to reflect on,and to Pray to God about. It also causes me to learn humility as well.<br /> Changes in jurisdictions brings with it not only fresh air, but problems of a different kind.<br /> We can just gripe about it,and look at all change as the glass being half empty, which just makes us and those around us more miserable.<br /> We can look at it as a side journey to our lives as Christians and spiritual people. Our loving God wants us to learn something either about a situation, in our lives or the world we live in, or the way we think about things.<br /> I try to use these changes as a time to deepen my spirituality through my prayer life.<br /> I see them(changes) not as obstacles to over come, but as a renewed call to prayer and enrichment in my life as I seek out to use my gifts to be of service to others along the way.<br />O.K., I've been vague, and very general here as to what kind of changes that are happening for me.. suffice it to say some of them are great, and involve humility, or growing more into it;<br />other changes are more faith centered, and are asking me to step more out on faith, and taking ownership of those Gifts that I know God has given me, yet I seem to keep them in reserve, for fear of being to prideful and boastful.<br />Well.. when I was a kid..and writing poetry,and such.. I never told anyone about it..Some of it was good, some not so. Yet I felt that if i told someone, or had it published, I feared rejection if it was bad, and felt as a spiritual person growing up that the best way to avoid any type of ego trip, was just keep it all quiet.<br /> Obviously those notions have somewhat changed over the years.. but not by much.<br /> Being a newly consecrated bishop, (2 years) and especially in the Independent Sacramental Movement, Ego must best be kept in check.<br /> I have seen over the years as i have observed the goings on of Old Catholics, and Independent types, just how ones head swells after the pointy hat has been put on. how some of them worship liturgy,and have fallen in love with themselves, and the office of bishop, and have forgotten that the reason why the Holy Spirit opened the window to other types of catholicism, was because the main line churches were slamming and continue to slam their doors in the faces of people hungry to seek and see the face of Christ.<br /> How can any of us do something to others that has been done to us?<br /> How can we be blind to the true spiritual needs of others?<br /> How dare any of us be so self-righteous, as to allow it to hapen?<br />However...there is a lot of GOOD in the movement. I see other bishops stretching out their hand in unity with others. I see independent priests of different jurisdictions opening soup kitchens,<br />Being visable to the gay and lesbian and transgendered communities through pride events.<br /> I was in Boston for their pride event in June. A young girl came up to me,crying..holding out her arms wanting to be hugged...and when I did so.. said in my ear, "thank you for being here".<br /> A Boston policewoman, passed me by and gave me a 'high five' as she walked past me on the street.<br />So to end this LONG parade of words, in a nutshell, Change comes,someties slowly,sometimes faster than we were able to imagine, yet it comes.<br /> We as spiritual people, need to allow it into our lives, and as people of prayer, let it renew our prayerlife foundation.<br /> To make us better in the eyes of God, so when that stranger comes to us with pain and hurt on their face, we in turn can be the gentle hands of Jesus, and his calming and loving voice.<br />Blessings to you and yours,<br /> +MEL OFCBp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-24072338012175907582009-06-28T09:04:00.001-07:002009-06-28T09:04:16.728-07:00Sacramental existence of marriage -- Page 1 -- Times Union - Albany NY:2813:This was a well written letter to the editor of the Times Union in Albany NY.<br /><br /><a <br />href="http://www.timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=814458&category=VOICES&BCCode=&newsdate=6/27/2009&TextPage=1#">Sacramental existence of marriage -- Page 1 -- Times Union - Albany NY:2813:</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a><br />Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-49133011044843073492009-05-21T08:09:00.000-07:002009-05-21T08:18:59.859-07:00Growth...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YkkQEApeCNKz1AyHtimTD4OqT5XIU0GCnUzb9QPemBjfGkBf2cMfuaSjtJRqCvx6gTz274ixNhAcNmanKQH2VetYlbtoo6C0ATikeXtdq6bb_3xfoKgGyYP3wDKL1PvuXzedS97DP5Sj/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YkkQEApeCNKz1AyHtimTD4OqT5XIU0GCnUzb9QPemBjfGkBf2cMfuaSjtJRqCvx6gTz274ixNhAcNmanKQH2VetYlbtoo6C0ATikeXtdq6bb_3xfoKgGyYP3wDKL1PvuXzedS97DP5Sj/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295219407122994" /></a>Hello all!<div> Well I've been working hard at my secular employ, praying and thinking a lot about all of you, and the future of this small jurisdiction I have inherited.</div><div> A good friend of mine is the senior bishop of a more far reaching jurisdiction than I have, and has invited me to be a part of.</div><div> When we merge, we'll be in many corners of the world. still small by Roman standards,but still growing and on fire with the Holy Spirit and the Love of God.</div><div> Right now the ORCC-English Rite, is in Ohio,NY,MA, and CA. In CA., we have an eccumenical order with reaches into Mexico,and the philipines. With this new merger, we'll be able to reach God's children in Australia,and the UK. I'm indeed in awe of what God can do through prayer.</div><div> Keep me and all of us in your prayers dear reader.</div><div>As a friend of mine once said...'God ain't done with you yet!'</div><div>Blessings to you and yours always,</div><div> +Mel</div>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-46942788719609569782009-04-15T21:37:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:54:31.447-07:00How Music affects ones soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIVv_FKzkXjqVc70sfvvqPRoPjVOy0uwS3-iW1ThP71X3_TsT-dkJNvfbeItkgj0SwBvgBWab1gBV97P5dJHk-mlqPirXG8ao0I8RJ8f_xXIHRDYyqq08LM_K1uNWljG9rIaycPNPKMFz/s1600-h/logo733.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIVv_FKzkXjqVc70sfvvqPRoPjVOy0uwS3-iW1ThP71X3_TsT-dkJNvfbeItkgj0SwBvgBWab1gBV97P5dJHk-mlqPirXG8ao0I8RJ8f_xXIHRDYyqq08LM_K1uNWljG9rIaycPNPKMFz/s320/logo733.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325144268751229218" /></a>Dear Ones,<div> Music has always been an important part of my life in some way.</div><div> As a teen and preteen, I fell in love with classical music. As I got older my tastes broadened to allow in some pop singers as well.</div><div> As I began to sing in choirs for different churches, I was exposed to</div><div> more traditional church music.</div><div> In all this I became aware of singing..and music in general and how it affected me as a listener. </div><div> The music that gets to me is that which touches the core of my being. My heart and soul if you will.</div><div> Very few secular singers do that for me. The ones come to mind are Josh Groban, Anne Murray, Judy Small, and many many more, all touch my core with not only their voices, but their words as well. Well tonight I heard a woman from Scotland in Mid-Lothian in fact who was a contestant on Britain's Got Tallent that absolutely touched my spirit and blew me away! </div><div> The power of her singing,the clarity of her voice, and the emotion she put into it all amde an impact on me. Her name is Susan Boyle you can find her on you tube just type in her name.</div><div>All in all what I'm getting at is voices and music like hers touches the infinite in me, brings me closer to God,and allows me to see God's Spirit in others.</div><div> I hope you get a chance to hear her and others like her and let them bring you into closer communion with God.</div><div> Now I'm not in any way advocating the replacement of the Eucharist with only music,thats absurd. but in the scheme of things it's just one more thing our Loving God gives us to get just that much more closer on a personal level.</div><div>Resurrectional/Easter blessings to you and yours,</div><div> +Mel</div>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-53874074757800398712009-03-17T15:51:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:53:29.406-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplYf5LG-quNqBNVPxrwpWAyDy4pKm5AoRK1QGd7K0VxHkkqElP7Xze8TP9mcfzU_HgJiEZcUMSqaWSc4f6R3W6UO4-0TH-Hq9UYnJChLS9gDOzuiGV7nlOTkUXfV0BpqFgGcdujt6YTkS/s1600-h/st-patrick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplYf5LG-quNqBNVPxrwpWAyDy4pKm5AoRK1QGd7K0VxHkkqElP7Xze8TP9mcfzU_HgJiEZcUMSqaWSc4f6R3W6UO4-0TH-Hq9UYnJChLS9gDOzuiGV7nlOTkUXfV0BpqFgGcdujt6YTkS/s320/st-patrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314293375253714706" border="0" /></a><br />Here's something for Saint Patrick's day..and also food for thought this lenten season.<br />This was sent to me from a friend and I wanted to share with you.<br />It's called The Rune of St. Patrick.<br />Blessings all,<br />+Mel<br /><br /><b style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);">At Tara today in this fateful hour<br />I place all Heaven with its power</b><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);">,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"> <strong>And the sun with its brightness,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the snow with its whiteness,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And fire with all the strength it hath,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And lightning with its rapid wrath,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the winds with their swiftness along their path,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the sea with its deepness,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the rocks with their steepness,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the earth with its starkness</span><br /><b style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);">All these I place,<br />By God's almighty help and grace,<br />Between myself and the powers of darkness.</b><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"> "The Rune of St. Patrick", derived from "The </span><a style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);" target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorica_%28incantation%29" title="w:Lorica (incantation)"><span>Lorica</span></a><span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);">"</span>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-79108375913690225772009-02-24T19:02:00.001-08:002009-02-24T19:03:34.941-08:00Ash Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0ABbeBenVcULDdlT_Ed2iJVNFYPMw4HrT_7poH2nQgwb_ql_VruRmxXJgu-rKxG43ezFOE0xCPka-PP4yHt9BTJNjXXoLRZFPLiYPzvkseo9kTr0FgijQZKz85qz5IvQ6vqHvl3_dqms/s1600-h/76de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0ABbeBenVcULDdlT_Ed2iJVNFYPMw4HrT_7poH2nQgwb_ql_VruRmxXJgu-rKxG43ezFOE0xCPka-PP4yHt9BTJNjXXoLRZFPLiYPzvkseo9kTr0FgijQZKz85qz5IvQ6vqHvl3_dqms/s320/76de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306565162452509314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear All,</strong><br /><strong> Well here it is..Ash Wednesday....the beginning of the season of Lent in the church.</strong><br /><strong>Time for the old lists to come out.. to do the usual this time of year.. to"give up" something as usual.. or to ignore it and pretend it doesn't exist.</strong><br /><strong> For me..I love this season..this lent.. this time to turn inward,a time of metanoia..meaning to bend to turn...</strong><br /><strong>We need to do this..this looking inward..to see not only who we are now in God's eyes. but to see who we can BECOME in God's sight.</strong><br /><strong>This whole preparation time of lent and introspection..and remembering Jesus' sufferings,</strong><br /><strong>and to compare them with what we only THINK we go through, with insight,we can become just as bright as the inside of Christ's tomb. Not the whitewashed outer shell like those pharisees of old,but shining as the sun as we DO something different for lent. Go out of our way and DO something that we normally wouldn't do.</strong><br /><strong>BE that shining example of the love of Christ to someone who is desperately seeking it.</strong><br /><strong>Whether it's a family member,a stranger, or even ourselves.</strong><br /><strong>Le me close with a prayer said during lent in all eastern churches...the Prayer of St.Ephraim the Syrian.</strong><br /><strong>The word Metany in the prayer...comes from the root word metanoia. to turn or bend.</strong><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> O Lord and Master of my life,<br /> Grant not unto me a spirit of idleness,<br /> of discouragement,<br /> of lust for power,<br /> and of vain speaking.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">(Deep Bow/Metany)<br /></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> But bestow upon me, Thy servant,<br /> the spirit of chastity,<br /> of meekness,<br /> of patience,<br /> and of love.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">(Deep Bow/Metany)<br /></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> Yea, O Lord and King,<br /> grant that I may perceive<br /> my own transgressions,<br /> and judge not my brother,<br /> for blessed art Thou<br /> unto ages of ages. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Deep Bow/Metany)<br /> Amen.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Lenten Blessings to all of you!!!!</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> +Mel</span>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-42468517700630524442009-01-10T12:35:00.000-08:002009-01-10T12:38:30.472-08:00New Year Blessings..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-_dWuuV_qywESGJoz1nB_8t6If75UhjNZmWfSHCUPmaJe83zfwbYceaFUKwLkxHjb1KT44GE8c8fvFApImXw27U6dpgWE7HQ6aqzfV1kVsNjemHh8fRn29xTC9JElogQrQg_KFEC0Un9/s1600-h/Our+Lady+of+the+Holy+Rosary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-_dWuuV_qywESGJoz1nB_8t6If75UhjNZmWfSHCUPmaJe83zfwbYceaFUKwLkxHjb1KT44GE8c8fvFApImXw27U6dpgWE7HQ6aqzfV1kVsNjemHh8fRn29xTC9JElogQrQg_KFEC0Un9/s320/Our+Lady+of+the+Holy+Rosary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289767146685346034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Dear Blogger Friends,</span><br /><strong>Happy New Year!</strong><br /><strong> My prayer for all of you is that this coming year be one of Joy, Laughter, Friends,and lots of love all around.</strong><br /><strong> May 2009 be a year of inner peace for all of you. May the Child Born at Christmas Grow in your hearts all this year. Amen.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I also want to apologize for being away so long from writing in my blog.</strong><br /><strong> Mainly I have not given the Holy Spirit enough time as She needs with me to give me the right words to say. </strong><br /><strong> Also being an independent priest, I don't have the wealthy pockets of Rome to fall back on.. so I must work like everyone else to support myself, and my ministry. Retail is a great people job.. but so hard on the long hours. Especially at the holidays.</strong><br /><br /><strong> So, pray for me as I will for you.</strong><br /><strong> I hope to write more this year and share what the Holy Spirit wants to say.</strong><br /><strong> God's Richest blessings be yours this day and all through the year.</strong><br /><strong> +Mel</strong>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-62540493827706071872008-11-27T17:26:00.000-08:002009-01-10T12:35:13.370-08:00Giving Thanks...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQH9q6g0g810zf58eXO-1MdqyYe2gwGPVbwzkH4JoVVhFHLxL2qY1IR00U9UHcWy1MvNvTPCU-vpH4lBqPcdtuigLhUlM4SAoeNdXzDqW0ss9Dq03ojkLJ6lWz0VK7xuu67VK-E1FNPLdn/s1600-h/Thanksgiving1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQH9q6g0g810zf58eXO-1MdqyYe2gwGPVbwzkH4JoVVhFHLxL2qY1IR00U9UHcWy1MvNvTPCU-vpH4lBqPcdtuigLhUlM4SAoeNdXzDqW0ss9Dq03ojkLJ6lWz0VK7xuu67VK-E1FNPLdn/s320/Thanksgiving1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273514532979689778" border="0" /></a><br />Once again it's time as a nation and as individuals to<br />Give thanks.<br />We do this as a once a year thing,with tons of food,family,and friends.<br />But do we,are we really thankful? Should we not be thankful not just once a year,but all year?<br />Should we not stop and take stock of our lives as they are and be thankful for what we have?<br />Not hide behind food,and near comatose naps afterward. But be really thankful of what God has given us. Knowing that but for the grace of God....<br />I'm not suggesting we take an arrogant attitude like the publican in the Gospel story,but one of humbleness and awestruck,heartfelt thanks to Our Creator for all we have,for all God does for us,and for the wild beauty of sunsets, of loving friends, of the quality of our lives not in it's quantity.<br />Speaking of which, how often than not do we as American consumers equate quality of life with quantity of things,number of friends,how much money we have,etc? Especially when the greedy retail establishments want us to come out on thanksgiving day and take advantage of those "great deals" they are giving us.<br />Yes we do need a certain amount of "things" in our lives, but that in no way should make us equate how good of a life we live by the accumulation of these all pervasive "things".<br />It's easy to loose sight of that which is real. I Hope that today and in the days to come what we count as quality in our lives will not be based on the quantity of things we acquire.<br />May we all be mindful of the needs of others,as the Holiday season progresses.<br />May the One who we will wait for in the coming Advent season fill our heats and minds with a quantity of blessings,so that we in turn can be a blessings to others. In turn giving another a reason to be thankful to a loving God.<br />Amen.Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-48598084548317592222008-11-25T06:54:00.000-08:002008-11-25T06:55:10.016-08:00Frappr Map<div><embed quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.frappr.com/ajax/yvmap.swf" flashvars="host=http://www.frappr.com/&origin=blogger&lo=1&mvid=137440941354" salign="l" align="middle" scale="noscale" width="500" height="300"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://visitor.frappr.com/?sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440941354&origin=blogger" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/gyo.gif" border="0/" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=constellation_map&mapid=137440776495&src=flash_map&sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440941354&origin=blogger&ct=seemore" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/s.gif" border="0/" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=constellation_map&mapid=137440776495&src=flash_map&sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440941354&origin=blogger&ct=pendingpins" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/dyn_map/137440776495/origin:blogger/p.gif" border="0/" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=feedback&type=vm" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/h.gif" border="0/" /></a></div></div>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-86826792968002989172008-10-03T14:31:00.000-07:002008-10-03T14:44:31.493-07:00Feast of the Transitus of St. Francis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBfYvmwMD2VUAJ1nngjpKu4n0j1Dc5LicsxFMVZyvMoOA_M7m_SD_ogxQbYe1vmJw4mA4CPe6Sob5wpV-RkQnwOgeLdjyob04hPw-_B3qbltcl2n7K1bFJBMyosJinffZ96eu2fVVLBPM/s1600-h/2294068653_91eaf637fa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBfYvmwMD2VUAJ1nngjpKu4n0j1Dc5LicsxFMVZyvMoOA_M7m_SD_ogxQbYe1vmJw4mA4CPe6Sob5wpV-RkQnwOgeLdjyob04hPw-_B3qbltcl2n7K1bFJBMyosJinffZ96eu2fVVLBPM/s320/2294068653_91eaf637fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043864384422082" border="0" /></a><br />Blessings of the feast everyone!<br /> It has been a few months since I last wrote anything.<br /> Tonight however I do want to write a short paragraph on the Feast of St.Francis of Assisi.<br /> This feast also called the "Transitus", meaning the crossing over from life to physical death (eternal life),is one of the Franciscan family's most important feasts.<br /> We who call ourselves Franciscan, model our spiritual strivings aftr this simple man from Assisi, Francesco Bernadone as he was known in the world.<br /> Many know the story of how after he came back from a battle with a neighboring town,he renounced his possessions and his status, sold a lot of cloth from his father's business, and then gave the money to the poor. He was denounced by his birth father in front of the local bishop.<br /> He stripped his clothes off, and gave them back to his father. The bishop put his own mantle around Francis,and accepted his plea to become a poor man of Assisi.<br /> Well, the rest is history as they say.<br /> How can we as christians,do our poor best to follow the Poverello of Assisi?<br />Some of us join a Franciscan community either as a friar or as a member in a secular community.<br />Many of us give Francis a nod with our heads..and do nothing at all.<br /> What little ways can we think of doing to open our hearts to the kind of love Francis had for Jesus?<br /> I pray that tomorrow as I take my life vows in the franciscans of the Holy Cross, I can begin to answer that question in myself honestly.<br /> Blessings to you and yours,<br />Peace and all Good,<br /> +MelBp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-43901940080794884582008-10-03T14:29:00.000-07:002008-10-03T14:31:36.796-07:00Divine Mercy Sunday**Reposted from my yahoo360 blog**<br /><br /><br /><dl class="body"><dt class="post-head">Divine Mercy</dt><dd class="post-body"> <div class="image-wrapper"> <a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=179&id=hu4kkCw3aavUffoPWlA-" id="m179"><img src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/blog/42d460f2z89131254/74/__sr_/50a2.jpg?mgAkp5IBbta.T0Nq" alt="Divine Mercy" width="263" border="0" height="333" /></a> <a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=179&id=hu4kkCw3aavUffoPWlA-" id="m179"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/nt/ic/ut/bsc/srch12_1.gif" alt="magnify" width="12" border="0" height="12" /></a> </div> <div class="content-wrapper">Second Sunday after Easter,<br />What used to be called "Low Sunday" because it was the wind down from all that lead up to the Easter Festal celebration.<br />We can now know it as Divine Mercy Sunday. The following is part of what Sister now saint Faustina wrote in her diary:<br /><br /><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >With so many Catholics away from the practice of their faith, there is a great need for evangelization. Not only are we all called to actively evangelize all peoples, we are called to bring home our lost and alienated brethren. Our Lord has given us a great gift called Divine Mercy Sunday that if used properly, can restore our Church to overflowing.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Jesus gave us many parables that would set the standard for us to follow. He told us how the Good Shepherd rejoiced at finding His lost sheep. How so many more lost sheep need to be found today. Not only does He rejoice today when the sheep are found, but He is very much saddened when even just one is lost.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >In His revelations to Saint Faustina, Jesus remarked that “The loss of each soul plunges Me into mortal sadness” and that “The flames of mercy are burning Me, clamoring to be spent”(from the diary, entry #1397, 50).<br /></span></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Our Lord has given us a very simple way to bring our lost sheep back home. It is called the “Feast of Mercy” or “Divine Mercy Sunday”.<br /></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Jesus told Sr.Faustina, in a vision: “Whoever approaches the fountain of life on this day will be granted the complete forgiveness of sins and punishment” (Diary, 300).</span><br /></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+<br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Can we not approach the seat of Divine Mercy any time? Of course we can! However, this is one day</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >that has been set aside for all of us to gather and pray together as a christian community for Divine Mercy.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Not only for ourselves,and loved ones but for situations in the world that truly need toe intervention of Christ. We also by asking for and getting this Mercy from Christ, have the real chance to become Divine Mercy to others. Those that have hurt us,or those in the world just hurting, looking for the Face of Christ and finding it in us!</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >May this Sunday be a beginning of works of Divine Mercy in us, and through us, to those in fear and</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >to those lost,hurt,and lonely.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings to you and yours</span><br /></span></p>May Christ be resurrected in your hearts and lives now and always,<br />+Mel OFC</div></dd></dl>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-28722455368673315812008-02-26T10:17:00.000-08:002008-10-11T07:21:21.159-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOASACUwC0UtbiCtu7u0zdghX8uE9092AsgZKyD6yhGhjxcwf0xG4J6vossfIMm-Z7nGSxMY6S_uUf3mdDqHhrSFN-QoC7_dVvWRNFU_blf1nP9WBsxOXWxEJEjMC6xbtMLYh5y7DYJLMH/s1600-h/copertCHIARa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOASACUwC0UtbiCtu7u0zdghX8uE9092AsgZKyD6yhGhjxcwf0xG4J6vossfIMm-Z7nGSxMY6S_uUf3mdDqHhrSFN-QoC7_dVvWRNFU_blf1nP9WBsxOXWxEJEjMC6xbtMLYh5y7DYJLMH/s320/copertCHIARa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355113655809378" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="content-wrapper"><strong>Hello all,</strong><br /><strong>I don't know what is going to unfold here as I write,</strong><br /><br /><strong>But I am doing so only because the Holy Spirit is urging me to do so.</strong><br /><br /><strong>From the very beginnings of the Franciscan spiritual movement,</strong><br /><br /><strong>Mary has been the pivot or hinge of the spiritual makeup of all the communities calling themselves Franciscan.</strong><br /><br /><strong> We know that without her courageous YES to God, None of this would be here. Her knowing that the moment Mary said Yes to God through Archangel Gabriel,she was tossing aside all her family's expectations of her.</strong><br /><br /><strong>She was not long out of being of service to the Temple,14 or 15 at most.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Here she was..saying yes to not just becoming the mother of Jesus,but of being inexplicably pregnant at so early an age and not have "known" a man.Jewish law and custom strongly looked down upon a girl like Mary.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Can you see or hear her trying to explain it even in this day and age??</strong><br /><br /><strong>"But mom,there was this Angel..." to which would come the reply, "yes dear I'm sure you thought he was."</strong><smile><br /><br /><strong> Nevertheless, with all these thoughts going on inside of her,she said yes. Her trust in God was absolute.</strong><br /><br /><strong> So was Francis' trust in God and God's calling for him. After his conversion,his eyes were opened to being a possessor of material goods.</strong><br /><br /><strong> He knew from this burning desire deep from within that Trust in God was an absolute thing. He like Mary might not have seen the future outcome of their trust,but it was there. It may have been sorely tried on many occasions,yet still immovable.</strong><br /><br /><strong> His devotion to Mary is well known. He understood what it meant to be a servant. He was a deacon in the church. He stood by the priest as minister of the cup just like Mary stood by the bleeding side of her son Jesus.</strong><br /><br /><strong> We too as spiritual children of our father among the saints Francis,as well as Mary,understand God's call to serve. To be Franciscan servants,means like Mary to say YES to Jesus. To serve Jesus in the faces of others,and to BE Jesus to others,others so desperately seeking Him in this world. We as Franciscan servants are the arms of Christ to hold and hug and heal. We are the voice of Christ proclaiming his love to a world so lost,and a world so hurt by mainstream churches. We boldly say yes,each day we awake,pray and attend the Eucharist. We say yes when we talk about our spirituality to others. I'm not saying that because we say yes to serve Jesus we're automatically perfect. NO! We strive by our small 'yes' to slowly become perfection in the eyes of our Loving God.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I hope in some small way,these words are a help to those who read them. May they be food for the hungry soul,seeking a different way of life.</strong><br /><br /><strong> Blessings to you and yours my sisters and brothers.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Peace and Goodness,</strong><br /><strong>+Mel O.F.C.</strong></div>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-22527859273883095332008-02-26T10:05:00.000-08:002008-02-26T10:10:05.805-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVftl-gNq6iczwWe9vYn5y-7udtpbl3gD2c9U5TTAFRgioqcEQaSr-B8L77Wfp4e6LeRuQCRSKWLi2yTG8mWzZTjLrQbN1h6FghafJau61Hl_6HGLwbguNaolr1oU7qaq1jMqQDdaKxHB/s1600-h/6f77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVftl-gNq6iczwWe9vYn5y-7udtpbl3gD2c9U5TTAFRgioqcEQaSr-B8L77Wfp4e6LeRuQCRSKWLi2yTG8mWzZTjLrQbN1h6FghafJau61Hl_6HGLwbguNaolr1oU7qaq1jMqQDdaKxHB/s320/6f77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171352412121380178" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Hello All,</strong><br /><br /><strong>Where does one begin to write a fitting memorial for a friend.</strong><br /><br /><strong>A highly faulted HUMAN friend and also my consecrator.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Metropolitan Archbishop David Francis Milne DD, passed away this past Wednesday (23rd).</strong><br /><br /><strong>He was in spite of his faults a deeply spiritual man. Truly focused on his calling to Serve Christ and his Church no matter what the adversity. My first contact with +David,was in 2005. He e-mailed me that he liked my writings on a now defunct e-group. He mentioned that he and his advisers thought that I would make a good bishop...to say I was shocked,is putting it mildly. I told him I would think about it..then 3 days later e-mailed him to decline. He wrote back saying he would not give up on me but would pray.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I told him I too would pray but that I doubt my answer would change.</strong><br /><br /><strong> True to his word.. he did not give up asking me. I have to laugh now. We finally met,had a good time talking and enjoyed the visit. Then doubt,fear,and the whisperings and gossip of others drove me away for a while.. +David however,did not give up..still prayed.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I didn't know where to go..I asked episcopal protection from another bishop..but did not feel as if I belonged there. Something didn't feel right. I searched inside..compared..prayed..(a lot!) What did feel right.. was to be a part of a small growing jurisdiction and co grow it with a person who became a friend as well as my bishop.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I was finally consecrated bishop this past June 9th 2007. His hands passing on to me the age old tradition of apostolic succession...meaning that traced backwards...one can trace the laying on of hands from their consecrator back through the mother RC church to the apostles.</strong><br /><br /><strong> Little did I know that my dearest friend,would be taken so suddenly 7 months later.</strong><br /><br /><strong> +David had a severe asthma attack on the 16th of this month. He was on several inhalers. He stopped breathing in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He was soon after proclaimed brain dead.</strong><br /><br /><strong> He died wednesday the 23rd., 51 years of age. I am 52. It gives one pause.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I will do my best to think and act with the grace of a called shepherd of the church. I have difficult shoes to fill. Pray for me.</strong><br /><br /><strong> I stop here,and as a tribute to Bp. David, I repost here a piece he wrote in remembering making a "poustinia" a type of eastern rite retreat. He did this at the Combermere Ontario retreat center where Catherine de Hueck Wrote several of her books on the subject.</strong><br /><br /><strong> +David, my friend, I will physically miss you,but you live on in your writings and in the thoughts and hearts of your friends and colleagues.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Memory Eternal,Vichnayja Pamjat, Requesicat in pace, rest in peace old friend.</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>*Reposted here:..... From Jan.16th 2007 From his Blog.*<br /><br /></strong><span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;"><p>Poustinia…*</p> <p>Across Canada tonight, even in what was last week, the balmy section of Canada, Southern Ontario, (where I just happen to reside), "Winter" has unleashed her force right clear across the country. For the better part of the day, freezing rain has fallen in the form of either, ice pellets, sleet or ice fog, and only recently has this rain fallen as snow, making road conditions nearly unmanageable for any kind of movement. Further as night progresses, the temperature is dropping, and with the wind-chill added, Hamilton feel’s like minus eleven Celsius. (-11C)</p> <p>It was then, on a night much as this, that while visiting Madonna House, in Combermere Ontario, I entered my first Poustinia, to pray in the way of the desert father’s.</p> <p>I had been given a loaf of a homemade double rye bread, salt, a double thermos of tea, a box of wooden matches. Upon arrival, I was aided by the driver to get the fire going and to put enough wood into the Poustinia, and light the several lanterns. Once all was ready, the driver left me. I was alone in the woods of Northeastern Ontario, and would be picked up 36 hours from now, but after 18hrs someone would come check on me.</p> <p>The furnishings were simple, in fact peasant like. A table, a chair, a rod iron army cot, a pot-belly stove, 3 oil lamps, a plain black cross upon the wall, at its cross point, an icon of the Blessed Mother. A small single votive light hanging just above the cross. On the table, a Jerusalem bible, breadboard, a knife. A single window looked out over an ice-covered lake. A small one-person kneeler rested in adoration before the cross and icon. </p> <p>I was alone, in the midst of God’s creation, all was still and quiet. The light of the lamps made the snow sparkle like crystal. I rose from my chair, place another log in the fire, walked over to the kneeler and went down in prayerful adoration to the Blessed Mother as I began my vigil of silent prayer, and waited upon the Lord, for it was here in a similar type structure, hermits passed their entire life, in humble adoration and service to all who came seeking God.</p> <p>I was very tired that night. I had driven most of the day in conditions much like those explained above. I had traveled against recommendation, because this would be my first journey to the desert, and I was not going to miss it. I had read over and over the experience’s of other’s. That night I was told, that if I was to tired to pray, simply ask God to give me "good dreams". Thus, at about 10pm, I rose from my prayer, but on my coat and ventured outside for a smoke. As I removed my coat, I took note of the note behind the door…Beware of Bears. I stepped out, letting the precious warm airflow from the house and lit up. I started to relax. I felt the crisp air in my lungs, and the freshness of it made my desire for sleep more intense. I looked out at the bushes, not 100ft away, and looked towards the endless starry, clear crisp night, and felt God all around. I started to sing; here I am Lord. It is I Lord. I have heard you calling in the night. Then the bushes moved. I promptly tossed the smoke into a snow bank and retreated in doors. I walked over to the table, Took the lamp to the small bedside table, slipped under the cover, leaving only the votive light glowing. I turned out the lamp, and quietly prayer to the Blessed Mother, asking her help, and begging her to make sure it was not a bear outside. </p> <p>I woke up at almost noon. </p> <p>I had slept nearly 14 hours.</p> <p>I woke to see the last flickers of the votive dance before the Icon.</p> <p>I was alone.</p> <p>I was with God and Mary in the midst of creation.</p> <p>I listened to the silence.</p> <p>After my meager meal of tea and bread, and again a quick step outside for my morning smoke, watching those bush’s ever so closely, I decide to wander around and see what, if anything was about. </p> <p>About 100ft out from the door I found myself waist deep in snow, but found a small wooden shrine resting on a Pine tree. I dusted off the snow, and took out my rosary, and offered a set of beads for my family and friends. As I finished I heard the truck coming and made my way back. Fr. Michael had come out with fresh tea, and some butter and a couple of sweet rolls. While there, I took the opportunity to go to confession. It was the longest confession I ever went through, but felt truly as if I was really free of all my sins. Just as Father was about to leave, came the question…"did I wish to back it in, or remain?" I told Father, that growing up in the city had really placed a desire in my heart for some silence in God’s presence. He understood. He left me a two-way radio, showed me how to work it, and he gave me his blessing and was gone.</p> <p>For the balance of the day, I either slept or prayed. I ate very little, but made very sure I had enough wood in the small hut/Poustinia to keep me warm. Just as the sun began to set, the radio sparked to life. A storm was coming. They were coming to get me.</p> <p>I was about 25 minutes drive time from the main house and the road, was plowed, but after almost an hour no one came. I tried the radio. No answer. I looked at my watch…they would be singing Evening Prayer. I went to pray again in the hermitage and night was upon us. I lit the lamps, added more logs for the night, went for another smoke and then the storm found me.</p> <p>From inside the Poustinia I watched the snow whip around. I heard the wind howl, and the snow fall like this city boy had never seen before. Just around 11:00 p.m. the radio sparked to life. Could I hold on or did they need to come get me? I opted to stay and pray. Then a voice came over the radio; "David, this is Catherine". I was honored. She told me a few things I needed to know to survive till someone could get out there. With her Russian accent she told me that while I prayed many there at the house would be praying for me.</p> <p>I kept the radio on, as instructed. Someone would be near it all night. (latter I would learn that I was the sole individual left in all of the Poustinia’s, because of the storm).</p> <p>I went to say my final rosary of the night, and lit all the candles before the Icon Cross. I took my time praying that night, and I prayed aloud. I knew God heard me. I felt at peace as the storm continued to whip around me. As I finally finished, I looked at my watch, 1:30 a.m. </p> <p>I went to the radio and called in. Fr. Michael answered. I told him I was going to bed. He prayed with me for several minutes. Then I put out the oil lamps, crawled into bed and fell asleep "literally" trusting all would be well.</p> <p>As morning arrived, the storm had passed, and the drifts from the snow had partially blocked the window. When I ventured outside, I walked around the Poustinia and realized that with exception of the doorway and window I had been literally buried. The radio crackled to life…they were on the way.</p> <p>I listened for the familiar sounds of the truck, and wondered with all this snow how the truck would make it. They sent a skidoo. The fire was left to burn out. Candles put out. Before closing the door, I knelt in the doorway and gave thanks for my first visit to the Poustinia.</p> <p>Once we hit the road, the driver changed places and let me drive, but only a short distance, as all the roads were snowed under. They had hailed a service train to come get me. In the caboose was coffee and Fr. Michael. I was back at Madonna House in less then 15 minutes.</p> <p>I’ve since been asked about that visit, and what had I learned. I learned only one thing. I learned first hand about the silence of the desert, and how close you are to God if you allow yourself to be present to be. I placed all I was at the time in the hands of God and with the Blessed Mother. I understand now why God called his prophets to the desert, to prepare them for His work…because there where no one is, you are alone with God, and alone with God, nothing is impossible.</p> <p>If you ever have a chance, visit a Poustinia/Hermitage and spend some very quiet time with God and His Mother. I have never regretted that visit, or the winter storm. I wanted the quiet, and that storm sent by God, saw I got the quiet time to pray.</p> <p>Blessings</p> <p>+David </p></span>Bp. Mel Borham DDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16706512250966078842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183397644226160206.post-66282110665099489262008-02-26T09:55:00.000-08:002008-02-26T10:04:43.894-08:00Moving, preserving....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2lvRC2FscGPOFTBVzNRBnzWqGG92VW0G2FaOc4EQqqtLkcDE3O31YBHNArJc8J3oRH4aGuanfPZ6EL4x08YSimgxPMN435G-_J51i8waKKDNRrDUTpCobAP4467dvjiN45Rif8wEZ7mx/s1600-h/FrMelOFC.jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2lvRC2FscGPOFTBVzNRBnzWqGG92VW0G2FaOc4EQqqtLkcDE3O31YBHNArJc8J3oRH4aGuanfPZ6EL4x08YSimgxPMN435G-_J51i8waKKDNRrDUTpCobAP4467dvjiN45Rif8wEZ7mx/s320/FrMelOFC.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171351286839948610" border="0" /></a><br />Hello everyone!<br />I'm known on yahoo360 as Fr.Mel,a franciscan priest, and a bishop in the independent catholic movement.<br />I am republishing my blogs and musings here,in the event that 360 does indeed go *POOF* (so to speak)<br />I hope you enjoy what I write,I also pray it gives you food for thought and touches your hearts.<br />Hugs and Blessings,<br />+MelBp. 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