Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) was a German Benedictine abbess, writer, composer, and mystic. Her Feast Day was on September 17. As she is sometimes called the “singing nun,” today we’ll pray one of her songs of praise.
Doctor of the desperate,
Healer of everyone broken past hope,
Medicine for all wounds,
Fire of love,
Joy of hearts,
in You we contemplate
how God goes looking for those who are lost
and reconciles those who are at odds with Him.
Break our chains!
You bring people together.
You curl clouds, whirl winds,
send rain on rocks, sing in creeks,
and turn the lush earth green.
You teach those who listen,
breathing joy and wisdom into them.
We praise You for these gifts.
Sound of joy,
Wonder of being alive,
Hope of every person,
and our strongest Good.
Welcome back to Friday Favorites! This week, Prasanta Verma and I have a great round-up of links related to prayer, Scripture, remembering, joy, and writing. Enjoy, and be blessed.
A Prayer Amid an Epidemic via Kerry Weber (a prayer for individuals and groups)
Why Do We Cling to Scripture? Our Lives Depend on It via Patricia Raybon (why black Americans dive deep into the Word, and an invitation for everyone to take the dive)
The Spiritual Practice of Remembering via Nicole T. Walters (the importance of remembrance in our lives)
The Verdant Greening of Joy via Erin Jean Warde (in honor of Hildegard of Bingen, whose Feast Day was Sept. 17)
Of Being via Denise Levertov (a poem)
The Necessity of Pruning via Caroline Langston (pruning in the garden, in the spiritual life, and in writing)
Katelyn Beaty and Al Hsu — Publishing in the Time of COVID via Jen Pollock Michel and ERB (a podcast episode about the state of Christian publishing and favorite books)
This week, I’m sharing an article I recently wrote for The Perennial Gen on aging like a star, with help from the medieval mystic Hildegard of Bingen. You can begin here and continue at The Perennial Gen’s website. Thanks for reading! And…shine on.
Dedicated to Polaris, “a rapidly aging giant star”
The other day, I played a little game with my husband. I asked him, “What do you think? Could I pass for forty?”
He looked at me. Squinted a little. “Yes,” he said, and I think he was telling the truth.
“What about thirty-eight?” I pressed.
“Sure,” he said.
I should have left it there, but something made me continue. “Thirty-five?”
At that point he began to look skeptical.
This game with my husband was affectionate; we laughed and teased. But behind it lies a serious hang-up. The fact is, I play this age game all the time. I don’t always play it overtly, but I do it in my mind. Because I have small children, I reason, that surely makes me seem younger to people I meet. Because I choose my best photo for my social media avatar, maybe I seem more youthful online.
When I play this game, I’m not just holding on to youthful beauty. I also want to be relevant. Vibrant. Involved. I want to have something to offer. So I try to convince myself (and others) that I can pass for a woman who is younger than she is.
Read the rest at The Perennial Gen.