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Merton’s Voice:

It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams but also behind the clamor of the city God speaks to me in His judgments, and all these things are seeds sent to me from His will.

If they would take root in my liberty, and if His will would grow from my freedom, I would become the love that He is, and my harvest would be His glory and my own joy.

And I would grow together with thousands and millions of other freedoms into the gold of one huge field praising God, loaded with increase, loaded with corn.

Merton, Thomas. Seeds of Contemplation (Norfolk, CT: New Directions Books, 1949) 18


Filled with awe and great joy the women came quickly away from the tomb and ran to tell the disciples. And there, coming to meet them was Jesus. (Matthew 20 )

Nouwen’s Voice:

Today I was thinking how nobody recognizes Jesus immediately. They think he is the gardener, a stranger, or a ghost. But when the familiar gesture is there again – breaking bread, inviting the disciples to try for another catch, calling them by name – his friends know that he is there with them.