Eliacin Rosario-Cruz

Abrazando Esperanzas

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And the packing began

We began to get busy packing for move to Vancouver, WA where I will be the Curate at St. Luke’s~San Lucas Episcopal Church.  Different from our previous move 2 years ago, this one feels wholesome and right. While sad to move away from the close proximity of the amazing community of friends we’ve cultivated in the Seattle are, we are excited to continue the journey in a new place and season. 


The journey continues



I am gratitude for the many people who’ve supported me in my journey toward ordination last week.

I am grateful for the many years being formed as a pastor through my work at Campamento del Caribe in Puerto Rico.

Thank you to those in my discernment groups – you who listened still and deep. Thank you for asking the hard questions.

I am grateful for Thursday dinners with friends, for chocolate, for strong coffee. Thank you to friends and colleagues in seminary Seattle University School of Theology and Ministry whom helped me balance my heady theology with spirituality of the heart. I am grateful for The Wire, Treme, Battlestar Galactica and the other TV shows I binged while avoiding homework for seminary – they gave an edge to my theology. I am thankful for Fito Páez, Cafe Tacvba, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, Calle13 oficial, La Fania All Star, Cultura Profética, Bob Marley and Ruben Blades for being my playlist these past 7 years in my discernment and formation to Holy Orders.

I am grateful to Church of the Apostles, St. Paul’s Episcopal Church (Queen Ann) and St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church Seattle for giving me spaces to grow in my pastoral identity. Grateful to the many beautiful and broken people I met through my CPE experience last year – those who are still around and those that have moved though the veil of death into mystery. I am grateful for the support of the wonderful people of the The Episcopal Diocese of Olympia and the wisdom and pastoral presence of Bishop Greg Rickel.

Grateful for the prayers and wisdom of my parents. Grateful for my Mother’s example of a generous heart and my Father Eliacin ‘s rooted faith. I am thankful for the example of courage, love and grit from my sister Jahaira. Grateful for the love of my in-laws – for watching the kids, for putting up with me when I was stressed out writing papers on many Thanksgiving weekends, for having always good beer in their house. Grateful for my dearest friend and hermano Arnaldo for his love of 28 years, for laughter, and for always reminding where I come from. Imara

Grateful for Brother Steve, Brother Jonathan and Brother Mark, for Sister Karen, and for many sisters and brothers along the way.

Grateful for tickle fights and silly afternoons with the kids.

And words cannot say enough I how grateful I am for the blessed love, care and patience of my partner Ricci.

the art of making bread

This summer I baked lots of bread. I have this pesky idea that if I am in the process of being ordain as a priest, who will be sharing bread in a sacred manner, then it is important for me to be experience the sacredness of bread from the very act of baking it.



Bookworm :: Thoughts on The Artist Rule: Nurturing your creative soul with Monastic Wisdom


(Christine Valters Paintner, The Artist’s Rule: Nurturing Your Creative Soul with Monastic Wisdom, 2001, 173 pages.)

“… how you do anything is probably how you do everything.” – Richard Rohr

Raimundo Panikkar in his book Blessed Simplicity: The Monk as Universal Archetype, describes the monk (be it male or female, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist et cetera) as that “person who aspire to reach the ultimate goal in life with all his [sic] being by renouncing all that is not necessary to it.” While not contradictory to it, but better yet complementary to Panikar’s definition, Valters Paintner’s book is about the monk (be it male or female) embracing all that which in necessary to reach that ultimate goal, in a way that is wholesome, harmonious, life-giving and creative. The Artist Rule: Nurturing your creative soul with Monastic Wisdom is a catapathic book about life affirmation and celebration.

This book came to my hands at perfect timing. As I am on summer break from my studies and I like to always take my breaks for some unhurried creative expressions.

The book is a 12-week journey in which the author will be a companion in the artistic creative process sharing wisdom and practices from the Benedictine Monastic tradition. As I am working my way through the book, I realized that what I am finding meaningful at this moment, is not what the author has written but somehow the vibes of how it is written. The book is engaging in a roomy way. Coming from a monastic perspective in which time is a gift, it is not a surprise that the spirit of the book is calm and open. I find myself pondering quite a bit, writing on its margins and grabbing my journal to delve deep in those provoked thoughts. Yet because it comes from a monastic approach, the author emphasizes the words from St. Benedict, “ora et labora” (pray and work), making this a book of practices, not just warm thoughts. Done in a generous way the author aspire to move the reader from the passive consumption of words into the incarnational act of being creative.

The gem of this book, in my opinion, is that the approach to the creative life is not done from a fragmented perspective, but it accentuates that the “primary creative act is the living of our daily lives, making it a work of art.” (p.16) It seeks to ground the creative process in the overall life experience of the person, the monk, the artist.

(This book review is part of a Roundtable on The Artist’s Rule at the Patheos Book Club.)

Why are we going to the Wild Goose Festival? A practice on Sacramental living.


The “we” is because Ricci and I will make the pilgrimage together to the Wild Goose Festival, June 23-26.  We have decided that this pilgrimage will be our 11th wedding anniversary gift to each other.

We are very aware that it will not be the perfect gathering of people that will solve the entire cadre world’s problems and bring ultimate cosmic transformation, where candy cotton flowers will bloom and angels will be putting us to sleep with holy lullabies. But because we know the Sacred have this way of seeping through the crevices of our broken humanity and ill treated nature, we’ll be wide-eyed looking for bright manifestations of joy and hope.

We are going because for us it would be a practice in sacramental living. What do I mean by that?  I mean that we in our specific places live in a dialectical relationship with the immanent and the transcendent presence of God. God’s grace allows our finite embodiment, in the particularity of place, to enter into the unfathomable reality of God’s life in this world.  God’s intervention, the Incarnation, evokes a historical reality. It testifies to a concrete expression of some new way of living in the world. Therefore, gatherings in place and space, like Wild Goose Festival, are holy places where the Sacred is present and can be encountered.

Because of the reality of Creation and Incarnation humans are able to bring a sense of transformation that honors “placeness” in the world. In the light of such reality human response must not be a private one, but one that intervenes and makes public God’s presence in the world.  With this understanding, human activities and relationships in particular localities have the blessed opportunity to be sacraments pointing to God’s loving relationship and activity in the world. Therefore, for Ricci and I, the Festival can be a humble and fragile but vibrant sacrament of God-space (a.k.a. God’s Kingdom).

At the Wild Goose we will join others in dreaming up and cracking open new neuro-pathways that will help us imagine “what if…” Aware of own limitations and brokenness, we would take serious the sacramentality of presence and space; and dare for sometime break the ground, plant seeds and humbly cultivate a liberate space. To cultivate is an intentional act:  the seeds are not just thrown around, and the gardener live in hope that choreography between action (ploughing, planting, watering, feeding with compost, pruning, etc) and hope would bring delicious fruit. And then back to cultivating again. I believe our time at Wild Goose in less than 2 months will be a large apprenticeship gathering, not that we have already arrived, but a sacramental space to learn crafts and experience new movements to keep cultivating the soul, nature and communities.



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