Friday, February 24, 2012

A RETREAT WITH THE LORD AND SOME HOMELESS WOMEN

Thanks to the graciousness of my husband and the hospitality of the Sisters of Charity, this weekend I get some silence and time away Thursday evening through Saturday morning! Then Saturday through Sunday I will participate in a retreat for homeless women with addiction issues through the Ignatian Spirituality Project. As I understand it we will look at the first three of the twelve steps through the Ignatian retreat process?
The Convent of the Transfiguration is opening their retreat center for two of these retreats this summer. (By the way, Transfiguration Spirituality Center is looking for folks to sponsor each woman financially see http://tscretreats.org/)
Check out the details about the format here:  
http://www.ignatianspiritualityproject.org/
 Rich Mullins wrote a song shortly before his death about Jesus as The Homeless Man. Here is a link to the video.The lyrics I listed below.  The video is noisy and homemade. The song was eventually recorded after Rich's death by The Ragamuffin Band on "the Jesus record."

You did not have a home, there were places You visited frequently
   took off Your shoes and scratched your feet
'Cause You knew that the hole world belonged to the meek
  But You did not have a home. 
No You did not have a home.
And You did not take a wife.  There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them so
You did not take a wife...

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man - You had the shoulders of a homeless man
You did not have a home.

You had no stones to throw   You came without an axe to grind
Did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw.

You rode an ass's foal   They spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won't find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass's foal
So I guess You had to get sold

'Cause the world can't stand what it cannot own,
and it can't own You 'cause You did not have a home.

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man - You had the shoulders of a homeless man
You did not have a home.

1 comment:

  1. I know you won't see this until you return, but have a blessed retreat.

    Dan

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