For those in prison…and for those imprisoned by any deadly sins in their lives…we look with hope and expectation toward Jesus, the Key of David…in the fourth O Antiphon that’s prayed during these final days of Advent:
O Key of David,
opening the gates of God’s eternal Kingdom:
come and free the prisoners of darkness!
This is one of the things I find most remarkable about prison ministry: How it brings scripture alive.
Good intentions faced off with the power of sinfulness at our team meeting yesterday. And the outcome is not yet clear.
It’s been a study in contrasts, to say the least.
Friday evening, I spent immersed in breathtaking beauty. Saturday noon, I stepped into a world distinguished by scallops of razor wire.
Every year on Ash Wednesday, we get reacquainted with the meaty portion of Psalm 51, proclaimed at Mass in response to the first reading.
It’s become a favorite of mine in the past couple of years—in no small part because Psalm 51 served as the trigger, more or less, for my blogs of found spirituality.
We (Gerri and I) spent the early afternoon helping a dear elderly auntie prepare for her second household move in 13 months’ time.
I’ll admit it: I’m a bit of a wimp. And there’s something about visiting men inside a maximum security prison which tends to remind me of that fact.
I wasn’t really looking for proof that ‘God is in the House’…but I got some anyway when we had the chance to complete our Kairos Weekend at Menard this past Saturday and Sunday.
As a rule, I don’t need a GPS to get to Sunday Mass — but that wasn’t the case yesterday.
There’s something about being behind locked doors that seems to make the risen Lord more apparent to me.
With Us Still 