|Welcome To The Religion Network!
I'm Lisa Bowman. The Religion Network is an interfaith web site providing inspiration, quotes and religious resources. This Home Page is changed every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You are warmly
invited to read every quote posted for each theme, or simply to read those that interest you. They are
offered in the belief that inspiration can be found in all spiritual faiths, and that finding the commonality
in religions is more important than pointing up the differences. Religion is precious gift that blesses the
individual and uplifts the community. However you worship, I hope this site enhances your journey. Let
us meet regularly and build a spiritual network. If you'd like to know my story, click on biography.
On Today's Theme:
It would be lovely if becoming a more spiritual human being
meant you never got lost or sounded stupid. It would be great
if the onset of wisdom meant you never had corns on your toes
or burned the toast, or forgot where you put the car keys.
Oh, there are moments of sparkling clarity, when the heart puts
on borrowed angel wings and soars for awhile in the realm of
divine inspiration. But more often, we are asked to find God while
scraping dried egg yolk off a plate with our fingernail. So, today
we're buckling our seat belts and examining the very mortal
musings of some very spiritual people. I don't know about you,
but it makes me feel better to know that they've kept their
feet on the ground, and kept it all "real," if you will.
- Lisa Bowman
One Monday morning I drove to church. "I will go back to the silence,"
I told myself. The sanctuary was locked, but I finally located a housekeeper
with a key. She couldn't understand what I wanted to do there on Monday.
"Church was yesterday," she said apologetically.
"I know. I just want to sit inside awhile." Why did I feel so foolish? The
housekeeper's vacuum cleaner whined loudly in the corridor off the sanctuary.
Maybe it was the vacuum cleaner, maybe it was me, but even the window
didn't look particularly holy. Where was God? Longing rose in me.
That Monday I knew I would have to settle one thing. If I am intent on
centering my life in the presence of God, then I must understand what I
believe about where this presence can be found. Had I limited God's
presence to what I perceived as sacred -- to holy places and church
What does a running vacuum cleaner have to do with God? The question
seemed important, crucially important.
The incident may sound small and
silly, but it was a turning point. God, I realized, is not partial to stained glass.
...I began at that moment to heal my own deeply carved duality. God became
the steam of my soup, the uprooted tree, the graffiti on the building, the rust
on the fence. It was possible to have deep encounters with Absolute Reality
in the midst of dealing with annoying people, or while peeling onions or
cleaning rotting leaves from my downspouts with the help of complaining
children. Hildegard of Bingen said, "God loves what is earthly." So true.
Excerpted from "Firstlight,"
by Sue Monk Kidd (1948 - )
Guideposts Books, 2006
We cannot put off living until we are ready. The salient
characteristic of life is its urgency, "here and now"
without any possible postponement. Life
is fired at us point-blank.
Jose Ortega y Gasset (1883-1955)
Spanish professor, writer and political activist
...And, talking of sleepiness, I entirely agree with you that no one in his
sense, if he has any power of ordering his own day, would reserve his chief
prayers for bed-time -- obviously the worst possible hour for any action that
needs concentration. The trouble is that thousands of unfortunate people can
hardly find any other. Even for us, who are the lucky ones, it is not always easy.
My own plan, when hard pressed, is to seize any time, and place, however un-
suitable, in preference to the last waking moment. On a day of traveling -- with,
perhaps, some ghastly meeting at the end of it -- I'd rather pray sitting in a crowd-
ed train than put it off till midnight when one reaches a hotel bedroom with aching
head and dry throat and one's mind partly in a stupor and partly in a whirl...
Excerpted from "Letters to Malcolm,"
by C. S. Lewis (1892-1963)
Harcourt, Inc., 1992
The Jones boy's name is Cyril -- though why you find it so important to pray
for people by their Christian names I can't imagine. I always assume
God knows their surnames as well.
Also from "Letters to Malcolm,"
by C. S. Lewis
Irish author and scholar
And now, the Last Word:
Lord, save us from sour-faced saints!
St. Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
Spanish Carmelite nun and mystic
You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.
Golda Meir (1898-1978)
Fourth prime minister of the state of Israel