by Wendy Strgar November 23, 2012
I remember a few years ago after a huge forest fire ate up a large neighborhood of homes in the Colorado mountains and a small statue of Mary appeared in my inbox. A friend’s friend was passing along this image. Like a sign, even in the midst of profound loss and destruction, what remains is holy, unchanging and somehow protected from the wins and losses that seems to define human existence on our beautiful planet.
The photo always reminds me of a story that I learned in France when I was visiting the Montmartre Cathedral. During World War Two, the entire quartier was leveled by bombs, but the cathedral was untouched. Everyone who took shelter beneath my favorite portrait of Jesus, arms outstretched holding the entire cathedral in his peace, was unharmed.
Recently, in the mass destruction and billions of dollars of personal loss, we have been left another small miracle. In the Breezy Point neighborhood, there was nothing but rubble left in the wake of the fires and floods that ravaged more than 100 homes. Yet, untouched stood a statue of the Madonna in the same place she has stood for decades.
Many have made a pilgrimage to the Breezy Point Madonna whose image has now circled the globe. Her presence goes beyond any religious affiliation or even belief system. We are not alone. Even in the midst of wreckage and devastation, we are protected.
by Wendy Strgar May 17, 2018
It becomes hard to trust your own thinking when nothing seems to be working. The space between how I thought it would go and how it is going seems to widen in front of my eyes. Maybe most difficult of all is how often the undesirable outcomes around us spill over into our relationships, both at home and at work. An errant comment too easily turns into an argument. I become blind to my impact on people around me, caught up in the unresolved problems surrounding me. During times like these, we often underestimate the power of the choices we make and how it can create a path back towards what’s working or down the slippery slope of self-destruction, which my husband affectionately calls “flirting with the gutter.”
Here is my short list to making it better when it isn’t working at all. Each one helps you do the next one, so start at the beginning and work your way down.
by Wendy Strgar May 03, 2018
by Wendy Strgar April 26, 2018