He was 26 when it happened. He did love war. When everyone else saw the odds and wanted to surrender it was Ignatius who talked the commander into resisting. Cannon balls flew during the battle and one of them passed through Ignatius’ legs. One leg shattered and the other was badly injured. Near death and…
Category: Spiritual Practices
Soul Sculpting Project: The Unlikely Practice of Welcoming Unwanted Emotions
Soul Sculpting Project: The Unlikely Practice of Welcoming Unwanted Emotions Fear, grief, worry, regret, dread, gloom . . . are not welcome guests for me. They show up at the door anyway and push their way in. Today I invite you into the unlikely practice of welcoming the unwanted guests. As you have noticed, these…
Soul Sculpting Project: From Loneliness to Connection with God.
Soul Sculpting Project: From Loneliness to Connection with God January 8, 1930 “This, this has been the finest year of my life. And I have done nothing but open windows – God has done all the rest. There have been few, if any, conspicuous achievements. There has been a succession of marvelous experiences of the…
Soul Sculpting Project: Praying in Our Body
Soul Sculpting Project: Praying in Our Body They would crowd around the upstairs window and watch him while he prayed. His prayer time looked more like a work-out. This ‘athlete of Christ’ prayed with his whole body. He would throw his arms straight up and become an arrow shooting to God. Then he would sprawl…
Soul Sculpting Project: Prayer Journal Minute
Soul Sculpting Project: Prayer Journal Minute It was a case of mistaken identity. My 17 year-old daughter Terese was accused by the police of a crime she had not committed. She said she had not done it and I believed her. The officer, however, was adamant that she was at the scene of the crime….
Soul Sculpting Project: Three Breaths to Connect
Soul Sculpting Project: Three Breaths to Connect I am on a walk. My mind is processing yesterday and planning tomorrow. I take a breath and wake-up to the present. I notice the juniper trees, the canyon rock, cool fresh air, the deep quiet. I begin to notice myself and feel my feet pressing the solid…
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