Grey Saturday: Waiting for Communion

Waiting for Communion

The house is silent

Like the hearts of those

Who saw Him hung

And the stone rolled over

In gray morning light

 I remember the last night

We gathered round

A table piled high

With bread and wine

And hope

I sit and wait

For life to stir

His voice to fill the room

And touch my fearful heart

By Eugene C. Scott

A Celtic Prayer of Waiting

Though I am poor…
though I am weak…
though anxious of heart…
tried as I am…
though [the way] may be hidden…
though the night is here…
though you be silent now…

The Hope of the World

By Michael Klassen

“Imagine Jesus crucified in your arms and on your chest, and say a hundred times as you kiss His chest, ‘This is my hope, the living source of my happiness; this is the heart of my soul; nothing will ever separate me from His love.'” St. Padre Pio

Death Valley

By John Moyer MD

The most extreme spot I know of is Death Valley California.

I Will Follow

By Emmy Michelle Scott

There is a village tucked away in the mountains of Guatemala named, Yulmacap. The Guatemalan’s in Yulmacap do not speak spanish. They speak a Mayan dialect, Q’anjobal. They all wear traditional Mayan garb and are so secluded that hardly anyone ever leaves the village. It is beautiful, so I completely understand why no one leaves.  The mountains shoot straight up and the deep blues of the sky splash against them like a water painting. A dirt road winds down the mountain into the village. You can feel the breath of God in the atmosphere.

Ancient Art

By Eugene C. Scott

The cross is one of the most studied subjects in the art world. I have long been fascinated by how a device once used to torture and subjugate people is now often considered art. This photograph is of only one of many pieces of art featuring the cross I saw at a restaurant in Antigua, Guatemala.

The Great Metamorphosis

By Andrew Weygandt

How are ugly things made beautiful?  An awkward bird spends his whole life teased and tormented for being so hideous, and then one morning the ugly duckling wakes up to find himself a swan.  Such stories intrigue me.  They contain some special element that moves me.  There is a great metamorphosis and suddenly everything is made right.  Put it however you like:  the ugly is made beautiful, the useless finds purpose, or fate turns to fortune.  Somehow this dramatic twist catches my heart’s desire.

Resurrection

By Steve DeOrio

‘Shit happens’ Sorry for the vulgar word but there is really no other way to put it. I could probably find a way to say this more eloquently or proper but in the end this is what it is paired down to.

This drawing was a product of that iconic saying. We all get hurt, we all fall down, we get defeated, we get what we don’t deserve. We never ask for this. But.. #*it happens. Now what?

Hosanna in the Highest

by Chloe Hawker

Energy pulses through the tangled mess
Of thoughts and bodies, communicating
Between them with no regard for time, space,
Or matter. The crowd moves, and the crowd feels.

Whirlwind

By Valerie Yeo

More often than not, I find myself needing to be reminded that I am not the God of my life.  Vexed and plagued by the imperfection of being human, I often imagine the day that we will be made clean, washed free of the crust of sin that right now holds us to this earth, and given our true name.  However, until that day, I’m doing my best to remember that it will be God who will bring us through; God, who sometimes presents Himself in a whisper, and at other times, draws us to Himself through a whirlwind.

Moves Me

By Diana Kramer

What moves me artistically?  For those of you who know me or have seen me, I’m sure you realize it isn’t difficult to move me, particularly to tears.  The landscape the Lord created for us to gaze upon every day, moves me to awe, and it inspires me, and it somehow reminds me of what is possible, and of course to be grateful.  That is an awful lot of MOVEment it seems to me.