Emily Malbone Morgan, Prophetic Witness,1937

Emily Malbone Morgan, with the support of Harriet Hastings, was the founder of the Society of the Companions of the Holy Cross (SCHC), in 1884. Begun as an order of Episcopal laywomen rooted in disciplined devotion, SCHC became a strong force for social justice reform during the social gospel era around the turn of the twentieth century.
Morgan was born on December 10, 1862, in Hartford, Connecticut. Her family were prominent Hartford citizens and her Anglican roots ran deep on both sides of her family. She never married.emilymorgan-400

A primary inspiration for Morgan was her friendship with Adelyn Howard. Howard was homebound and because of her confinement sought Morgan’s support for both spiritual companionship and as a means by which she could offer intercessory prayer for others. Meeting her friend’s need, Morgan called together a small group of women for prayer and companionship. From that beginning, the Society of the Companions of the Holy Cross came into being.
Morgan had a particular concern for working women who were tired and restless and who had little hope for a vacation. In response, Morgan, with the help of a growing number of her Companions, developed summer vacation houses across the northeast where working women and their daughters could have some time away for physical and spiritual renewal and refreshment.

In 1901, the Society established a permanent home in Byfield, Massachusetts. With the construction of new facilities on the site in 1915, it took the name Adelynrood, which continues to exist as the headquarters and retreat center of the Society. At present, SCHC has thirty-one chapters with more than seven hundred Companions, lay and ordained women, serving in six countries.

Emily Malbone Morgan, together with her sisters in the Society of the Companions of the Holy Cross, lived a life of prayer and contemplation, rooted in the tradition, which led to powerful personal and communal commitments to social justice particularly for women.

Gracious God, you raised up Emily Malbone Morgan to establish the Society of the Companions of the Holy Cross and to provide respite for women working in factories: Draw us to follow her example of thanksgiving, intercession and simplicity of life in service of social justice, unity, and mission; through Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now for ever. Amen.

(Holy Women,Holy Men)

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Video by Word Live: Psalm 42 and 43

After a very long and frustrating week, especially this day, I find great comfort in this production by Word Live (Psalm 42 and 43) I hope it brings you comfort as well.

 

 

Blessings,

Allison

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Hebrews 3:1-11New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

Moses a Servant, Christ a Son

3 Therefore, brothers and sisters,holy partners in a heavenly calling, consider that Jesus, the apostle and high priest of our confession, 2 was faithful to the one who appointed him, just as Moses also “was faithful in all” God’s house.” 3 Yet Jesus is worthy of more glory than Moses, just as the builder of a house has more honor than the house itself. 4 (For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God.) 5 Now Moses was faithful in all God’s house as a servant, to testify to the things that would be spoken later. 6 Christ, however, was faithful over God’s house as a son, and we are his house if we hold firm the confidence and the pride that belong to hope.

Warning against Unbelief

7 Therefore, as the Holy Spirit says,

Today, if you hear his voice,
8 do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion,
as on the day of testing in the wilderness,
9 where your ancestors put me to the test,
though they had seen my works 10 for forty years.
Therefore I was angry with that generation,
and I said, ‘They always go astray in their hearts,
and they have not known my ways.’
11 As in my anger I swore,
‘They will not enter my rest.’”

 

Questions of reflection:

  • How is Jesus our apostle and high priest?
  • Why compare Moses to Christ?
  • What do Moses, Jesus and believers have to do with God’s house?
  • The rebellion … the time of testing in the wilderness?
  • What is God’s rest?

Blessings,

Allison

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Hebrews 2:11-18 New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

11 For the one who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one Father. For this reason Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers and sisters,12 saying,

“I will proclaim your name to my brothers and sisters,
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.”
13 And again,

“I will put my trust in him.”

And again,

“Here am I and the children whom God has given me.”
14 Since, therefore, the children share flesh and blood, he himself likewise shared the same things, so that through death he might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, 15 and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by the fear of death. 16 For it is clear that he did not come to help angels, but the descendants of Abraham. 17 Therefore he had to become like his brothers and sisters in every respect, so that he might be a merciful and faithful high priest in the service of God, to make a sacrifice of atonement for the sins of the people. 18 Because he himself was tested by what he suffered, he is able to help those who are being tested.

 

Questions to think about and reflect on this day in Lent:

  1. For the one who Sanctifies and those who are?
  2. Trust, are you fully trusting, without fear in the way of God?
  3. Why did Jesus have to become like us?
  4. How could Jesus who had a divine nature be tempted?

 

Blessings,

Allison

 

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Loved

I awoke in the dessert
with a belly full of passion
and a heart full of fire…
Adhering to the whisper
I stood tall reaching to the heavens
calling upon the oceans to meet me…

Faith-filled,
I wait for them to reach me
but remain Still?
I do not…

Slowly proceeding…
Leaving tracks in the sand
Surrendering to the infinite possibilities
I navigate time…

Gathering seeds,
Collecting grain
Capturing the Spirit
when she dances…
And oh’ how mighty she dances…

Soft, Subtle, powerful
Intimately infused by her touch
I am illuminated by her Grace
And hypnotized by her breath.

Humbly, I prepare
for the coming of the oceans.

Don’t get me wrong….
I do hear the rumblings
of history rage behind me
with the malice of
taking me down that

dark narrow path of
Fear and Doubt
Sorrow and Loneliness
Grief and Pity

Are you calling me?
Are you really calling me? Me?

The melody of promise
Enshrouds me
drawing me closer to
the waters that lie ahead

For it is that cup before me
which drips life upon my lips
That cup of promise
Of salvation in which I drink

Baptized in His Glory
I bathe…
I am loved…
Without condition
or omission to whom it is I am
or love or how I came to be
for it is He who fills me

And with the waters of His grace
I am lifted
above the echoing ashes of those
who’ve Heckled me…
I am that Gay Christian girl
You said I couldn’t be…

I collect the relics of time…
Handed down generation to generation
I sit where others sat before me
and with Spirit
I read aloud my daily prayer,
being moved to heart-felt action

You see, Scripture nourishes me
My soul, my heart, my mind
I hear the whisper growing louder over time
Calling me…
Drawing me…
Taunting me…
Come…
Follow me…
Inter-twined
I’m marked as Christ’s own
Here I am
That gay Christian Girl
Called to… Well, Called to… be me
Called to…. Serve… Him…
To Love Unconditionally- To Love Unconditionally
To Love Unconditionally.…
To be a vessel of His healing
To embrace others as He’s embraced me…

I am called to…
Be here for my sisters and brothers…
Those who have been tormented,
hated, degraded, hurt and mutilated
by the veil of those who proclaim themselves “of God”

You know those,
who deny my sister a respectful funeral
who prosecute my brother for defending
himself against haters as he lay in a Hospital bed
who justify murder and mutilation,
by reason of sexual orientation
And all he wanted was Wedding cake…

Standing behind that Proclamation
That they are the people “of God”
My friends,
Do you hear an Oxymoron?

My God they do not know….

I would say I am the antithesis of such proclamation
But the antithesis of Proclamation is secret
And I don’t love my God in Secret,
(although they want me too)

I love Him in the morning when my feet hit the floor
When I get in my car and go to the Grocery store
When I take my next step,
When I take my next breath
When I kneel down at night and ask Him for rest
I love my God

That’s rather Suess-ish isn’t it?

There is a veil my friends…
Pay attention to that Veil…
The Veil that proclaims to be
greater than you,
greater than me
even greater than the God
it pretends to be

Their judgment on you, on me is a fallacy.

It matters not where you stand, or
How you believe
Yahweh, Jehovah, Mohammad, Buddha, Jesus, agnostic or atheist,
I probably forgot a few

I am here to tell you…
You are Loved,
And if you are open enough to hear it
You are Loved by God
By any of those names, by all of those names
You are loved by God

He calls you by name,

Not faggot, or queer, or stupid or weird
Just Lisa, and Tommy, Judy and Jane
Shaniqua, Kareem, Rashid or even Blaine
Whatever your name

He calls you Loved
just as you are,
where you are,
who you are,

“You are enough”

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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Time Cake

If Time was neatly stacked like a seven Layer Cake?
Would you start from the bottom or the top?
Would you lick the cream, feel the sugar on your tongue and sit in awe of each layer?
Would you savour each and every Bite?
Would you know each and every flavour or close your eyes in spite,
hoping, wishing, for something bigger or better?
What if you were told you were one layer short or 2 ounces shy,
would you chew any slower or rush on through to the next?

What if Time were neatly stacked like a Seven Layer Cake?

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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Of who you are-

Dance
make dreams happen
Create everlasting memories of the heart
So, when in time
thoughts fade
touch recollects
the feel of your laughter
the depth of your tears
the heart of your triumph
and the love that made it grow…

Play in the rain
sow, the gift of your seeds
feel the warmth of the golden sun
and Dance in the Glory of your Dreams
Make it Happen
Do it today
tomorrow may fade into the sunset
yet another day untold
could unfold… Possibility …
But Don’t Wait…

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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Who is she?

The funny thing about this economy is…
you never know who is waiting your table,
checking out your groceries or folding jeans at the local Gap~

Their stories and lives, far exceed your imagination, so before you judge your new check-out girl, meat-slicer, associate or co-worker, you might want to take a moment to ask a question or two and share in a conversation; you just may find an amazing history full of teachable moments that maps the soul to it’s authority for this person that you tower over, hold power over was once a person of prosperity and with deep integrity have humbly marched on. And wouldn’t it be something if this person you have so often walked by, pushed aside, and saw quite a bit of your cranky side as you checked out, punched out, or awaited an answer, turned out to be, a published author, or an artist or former executive. And what if by chance… right before you… stood all three? Would you be as teachable, as humble as she?

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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Faith

A whisper came from the doorway10644430_10204382049743044_5528068772732856354_o
called attention from my studies,
to the left I looked, saw nothing;
but the darkness of the the shadow of where once you stood.
In the memory of my mind, hallow echoes I’ve become blind to the effects of what was once your center stage

now background music to a once saved soul not forgotten, lost but still;

I retreat from the calling;
or so plays out the excuse of an A-wall soldier of Spirit;
blinded by earthly things, placed delicately along the walls thought so important, some time ago,
Nick knack, whatcha-macall it thing a ma jigs~ expressive gadgetry’s to hide the fear, the great BIG Fear of loss.

How exhausting, when 5 little letters, 1 little word, could have saved every breathe, tear, moment lost to wasted things…

                                                  FAITH

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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 Tom Boy

396389_2847927329015_1324274902_n“Tom Boy” childhood gender nonconformity…according to Wikipedia…

that is in terms a word, still used today? or is that socially unacceptable, anyway? I mean the name tag, thing.. The Label, the term that makes the otherwise self indulged yuppie white 4 squared wanna be, really wannabe me.

Fear locked inside their heads,utilize terms to justify the lack of creativity in their beds, or maybe just maybe the thought of woman to woman or me and my wife or whatever Tom Boy Gender Bender I am in my tie makes them slightly uncomfortable, with the lie of who they are and I am here to help them see the truth….

A reflection on my youth…

Allison Burns-LaGreca

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