Chris Williams, SJ, shares with us a poem for your prayers. In his poem he writes, “I will do anything to have your eyes / Lock in on mine, widen slightly, / And glisten in impulsive, destined wonder…” We invite you take a moment to read, pray, and reflect on his words.
All posts by Chris Williams, SJ
Hailing from the one and only Spearfish, South Dakota, Chris (a.k.a. “Spear”) is currently at Loyola University in Chicago to study Philosophy and Spirituality. He slowly marched up the ladder of city life from Omaha, to St. Paul , and now the Windy City - falling in love with bright lights of shows and symphonies and the plethora of great food and drink. The serene Black Hills and its people, however, will still always have a hold on his heart. He loves wasting money on going to movies in the theater, and most of all cherishes his family, friends, and being in the Society of Jesus.
Joined in 2017 cwilliamssj@thejesuitpost.org
29 postsI Can’t Love God, I Can Only Want to Love God
A poem from Chris Williams, S.J. opens us up to understanding a little more deeply what it is to love God and to receive God’s love in return. Williams says, “I think a parent knows best / What it means to love someone purely, / Not for what they get from them.”
Poem: God Does Not Exist to Give You What You Want
“And when you are before God, utterly defenseless, then you will see the love of God…”
I Don’t Want to Brag: What it Means to Boast with God
A poem about the beauty that comes from being broken and the gift of others loving you into existence.
A Prayer of Life
You know it — those moments that rip open life to reveal depths which transcend whatever you thought you knew, or could do, or could receive.
Life Lost and Found
Whoever wishes to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.
God’s Grace in the LGBT Community
In the midst of challenges for LGBT people in the Catholic Church, one gay couple reminds us of the undeniable grace present in their lives.
Desert Grace
Let nothing but God quench your thirst.
My Defensive Mask
Feeling defensive? Maybe it’s God knocking at the door!