12 Sunday in Boring Time

12th Sunday of the Year

Sixth Sunday after Pentecost

Okay, I want to say up front that my blog has become less attended to due to the daily reflections I do on the RB Reflections. That doesn't mean I have forgotten this blog, it is once I've squeezed our my brain for a reflection about how many psalms to say at the little hours, there is not much left in me worth saying.

Except of course the truth about my life. As I wrote in the last entry, my life is all about renunciations for Christ. For the past two days this hymn has been rolling around in my thoughts, so I thought I'd share it with you so that maybe it can infect your thoughts as well.

"They cast their nets in Galilee,
Just off the hills of brown;
Such happy, simple fisherfolk,
Before the Lord came down.

"Contented, peaceful fisherfolk,
Before they ever knew
The peace of God that filled their hearts
Brimful, and broke them too.

"Young John who trimmed the flapping sail,
Homeless, in Patmos died.
Peter, who hauled the teeming net,
Head-down was crucified.

"The peace of God, it is no peace,
But strife closed in the sod.
Yet let us pray for but one thing
The marvelous peace of God."

Amen.