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Mercy Surrounds Us

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We exist in the infinite embrace of God’s mercy.  In mercy, we all were created.  In mercy, we all live.  In mercy, we all have the hope of eternal life.

The lavish mercy of God pours over us in every sunrise and sunset, in every noon and midnight.  With every breath, we draw on mercy.  With every thought, we capture its spirit and turn it to our hope.  The gift of such divine power in us calls us to lavish mercy with our own lives, to be agents of mercy in all things.

This journal is offered as an act of thanksgiving and celebration for that lavish mercy.  It is a gathering of reflections and prayers which sift through our ordinary experience to seek the breath-giving grace of God awaiting us there.

My name is Renee Yann. I am a Sister of Mercy.  I love to chase God through the bright blessing of words. I love to discover words in the dark blessing of silence. It is a joy to share with you the humble fruit of those mutual blessings.

Our entire theological tradition is expressed in terms of Mercy,
which I define as the willingness to enter into the chaos of others.
James F. Keenan, S.J.

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Thanksgiving for Life and Friendship

April 19, 2026

As in the prayer of petition, every event and need can become an offering of thanksgiving. The letters of St. Paul often begin and end with thanksgiving, and the Lord Jesus is always present in it: “Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you”; “Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.”
~ from The Catechism of the Catholic church

In the 1980s, when we worked together at Misericordia Hospital, my friend Jude and I had an annual custom that we practiced for a few years. On each of our birthdays, we accompanied the other to the Free Library of Philadelphia, a magnificent Beaux-Arts building on Logan Circle, reminiscent of Place de Concorde in Paris. Both our birthdays occur in the early spring, so the trip was particularly lovely on the beautifully landscaped Ben Franklin Parkway.

Inside the vast building, we climbed the impressive marble staircase to the newspapers and microfiche center that used to be tucked in a balcony upstairs. Our objective was to find the newspaper of the celebrant’s actual birth day, and to marvel at the world in which our lives began.


I have often reflected on that delightful ritual and the multidimensional meaning it held for me.

  • It allowed me to see myself as a particular part of history – to recognize a past beginning, a present reality, and a future hope for my existence.
  • It gave me an awareness of the world my mother carried with her to the maternity ward, and into which she hopefully and protectively welcomed me.
  • It allowed me to honor time as an energy that offers not only unsolicited change, but the opportunity for chosen growth and depth.
  • It reinforced the mutuality Jude and I shared in being grateful for one another’s birth and friendship.

Of course, a birthday requires a bit more frivolity in celebration, so there was a second essential part to our annual outing.  We finished up the day by going “all-Philly” at the renowned Reading Terminal Market with a stop at some of our favorite vendors: Pearl’s Oyster Bar, Bassett’s Ice Cream, Termini’s Bakery, or a Pennsylvania Dutch pretzel and a Yuengling beer.


One’s birthday is a sacred juncture in the long unfolding of time. It is the moment when God imagined us and the power of our lives into being – the moment when God’s hope was given our face, our soul. It is a miracle that summons humble awe and reflective gratitude.

Psalm 139 offers an apt thanksgiving on any morning, but especially on one’s birthday. These verses capture the essence of that prayer. (BTW, I turned 81 today. A birthday prayer would be greatly appreciated.)

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

Music: For the Beauty of the Earth – John Rutter, performed by Gracias Choir


For Your Reflection:

  • What feelings or reactions do I have after reading this reflection?
  • Do my feelings or reactions remind me of any passage or event in scripture, especially in the life of Christ? 
  • What actions might I take today because of my response to these readings?

Saturday of the Second Week of Easter

April 18, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.
Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.

Friday of the Second Week of Easter

April 17, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.
Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.

Don’t Be Confused

April 16, 2026

When political reality invades my prayer, I am moved to speak.

Yesterday, in an AP report from Bill Barrow and Emilie Megnien, I read:

A day before coming to Georgia, Vance tried to laugh off the meme (of Trump as Christ) as a joke that “a lot of people weren’t understanding.” The vice president also seemed to echo Trump’s assertion that Leo should concentrate less on global affairs.

“It would be best for the Vatican to stick to matters of morality, to stick to matters of what’s going on in the Catholic church and let the president of the United States stick to dictating American public policy,” Vance said in a Fox News interview.

AP reporters BILL BARROW and EMILIE MEGNIEN
Updated Wed, April 15, 2026 at 12:03 AM EDT

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Each night before retiring, I prepare for the next morning’s meditation by reading the assigned scriptures. But too often, the noise of the day intrudes. Last night was one of those nights. Instead of stillness, my thoughts were preoccupied by this deeply disturbing report on Mr. Vance that echoes earlier comments by Mr. Trump.

I also drifted back to a seemingly inconsequential clip from the 6:00 PM news. A reporter had stopped a woman on the street and asked her opinion about the latest clash between the President and the Pope.

“It’s unfortunate,” she said. “I think the church should stay out of politics.”

However casual and uninformed, her answer lingered into my late evening. Beneath it lies a confusion that is anything but casual: the failure to distinguish between politics and morality. Hearing her, motivated me to examine my own conscience with this prayer:

Dear God, don’t let me be confused.

  • Help me see clearly the difference between politics and morality, yet their critical interdependence.
  • Let me honor and attend to the Pope as he courageously calls us to moral honesty.
  • Let me have the personal courage to name the moral corruption consuming our current politics.
  • Let me have the clarity to look beyond confusing, political explanations to see the greed, hatred, and moral weakness infesting our public life.
  • Let me not question the Pope’s mischaracterized “politics” as he raises a moral voice for the innocent, for the likes of those little school girls massacred with the click of a distant computer button.
  • Let me not characterize Pope Leo’s challenge as an unqualified intrusion but as a beacon of truth in a cacophony of self-serving excuses and outright lies.
  • Deliver me from the audacious ignorance that would condemn the Pope’s theology with the apparent limitations of my own subjective vainglorious creed.
  • Let me not doubt that when the destruction of a civilization is threatened, the Pope is impelled to speak, that he is inspirited to lead when other leadership so ignominiously fails.

Perhaps it was coincidence, or perhaps not, that the scripture readings for this week echo the same tension. The apostles, proclaiming the truth, are challenged and condemned by pharisaical politicians. Christ himself is rejected, not for lack of authority, but for the discomfort of what he reveals.

It has always been easier to label truth as disruptive than to respond to it.

So the question is not whether the Church should “enter politics.” The question is whether we are willing to hear a moral voice at all.

May we have the clarity—and the courage—to answer Pope Leo’s prophetic call.

Thursday of the Second Week of Easter

April 16, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.

Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.

Tuesday of the Second Week of Easter

April 14, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.

Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.

Monday of the Second week of Easter

April 13, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.

Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.

Second Sunday of Easter

April 12, 2026

These reflections during Eastertide 2026 are reblogs from 2023.

Our readings for that year were the same as this year’s, and some of the thoughts might be worth rethinking. I hope my long-timers enjoy them a second time, and that my new-timers appreciate a trip back in time. I thank all of you for journeying with me on Lavish Mercy.