God is, in a sense, at the point of

my pen, my pick,my paintbrush, my needle – and my heart

and my thought.

It is by carrying to completion the stroke,

the line, the stitch I am working on

that I shall lay hold on the ultimate end towards which my will

at its deepest levels tends.Hymn of the Universe ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

The shopping mall, the school, the kitchen table, the courtroom, the factory, and the office

can be altars of sorts– places where

the mundane labors of lifemay be offered up,

blessed, and transformed

into things of beauty and holiness.

From Sprituality@Work by G. F.Pierce

http://www.homefaith.com/index.html

http://www.sacredspace.ie/

http://www.creighton.edu/CollaborativeMinistry/cmo-retreat.html