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Author Archives: Reverend Jude
Witnessed by Strangers
Guess I really am a minister. When my phone rang at 2:40 this morning I figured it was a wrong number. When I realized a message had been left I woke up enough to play it back. To my surprise, … Continue reading
Patrick Died
Patrick died. He came into my life briefly, and left quickly, before I had a chance to get to know what made him uniquely himself. I met him in Abadiania, Brazil, when our paths happened to cross while staying at … Continue reading
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A New Dawn
Sitting on the porch at dawn Watching the mist rise from the river Shrouding the opposite shore in mystery, I am healed by a chorus of birds Knowing to sing their own song. I am filled with awe At the … Continue reading
The Porch at Dawn
Sitting on the porch at dawn Watching the mist rise from the river Shrouding the opposite shore in mystery, I am healed by a chorus of birds All knowing to sing their own songs. I am filled with awe At … Continue reading
My Soul Sings Out
“I have listened and I have looked with open eyes. I have poured my soul into the world, Seeking the unknown within the known. And I sing out loud in amazement.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore, Indian mystic and poet How … Continue reading
Hard Time
“Pain is the roadmap that leads to healing.” ~ Jude Smith ~ It was a difficult retreat week. Unlike my usual retreat weeks spent cavorting with God, this one was spent cavorting with the dark sides of my soul. … Continue reading
Come Closer
Day 2 of my retreat. I woke up this morning with the driven urgency you might expect from someone who works like me. Even on retreat, I feel compelled to spend my time richly, completely, and well. Go figure, huh? … Continue reading
Re-Treating the World
I am sitting in a bare and simple room at the Linwood Spiritual Center, located along the Hudson River, somewhere in NY. My room has a single bed with a thin green bedspread, Formica furniture with nothing to make it … Continue reading
Some Moments Have No Words
There is such finality in death. It is the time when you review the life of another, trying to make sense of their death by justifying their life. We gather together as mourners, reflecting on the many ways we were … Continue reading
I Am That I Am
I am a writer. I am many other things, but I see the world as a collection of stories meant to be told, and ultimately meant to teach. I have an insatiable curiosity about that world, and I have been … Continue reading