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Landlocked castaway priest in the Age of Disintegration
Say not of me that weakly I declined The labours of my sires, and fled the sea, The towers we founded and the lamps we lit, To play at home with paper like a child. But rather say: In the afternoon of time A strenuous family dusted from its hands The sand of granite, and beholding far Along the sounding coast its pyramids And tall memorials catch the dying sun, Smiled well content, and to this childish task Around the fire addressed its evening hours. image #poetry #calligraphy #penandink
The Gospel today was on preferring darkness to light. I am pondering how the light often comes as self-awareness, mediated by honest insight about ourselves by others, whether positive or critical. It accompanies failure, too, after reaching out for a potential good and not realizing it, for lack of determination or foresight or teamwork. This is precious knowledge, indeed, hard won and to be treasured. Anyone who finds a friend capable of speaking to such knowledge with candor and grace has found a sturdy shelter, a treasure beyond reckoning. #logos #godstr
Apropos of nothing, hear this outstanding presentation and analysis of the experience of anger: I often find people simply lack any vocabulary whatsoever regarding anger, beyond "anger is bad and a failure". But anger is not sinful in and of itself. Thomas helps name what is *good* about anger and how it commonly goes wrong. Whole talk here: #godstr
Easter treat I read about these books in The Marginalian newsletter last week and they arrived today. ( They were written in response to the omission from a popular children's dictionary of once common words from the natural world in favor of words like "pixel" and "broadband". #poetry #watercolor #touchgrass Truly magnificent books. image
I've been listening to old homilies, mostly as a self-mortification. This one from three years ago on this weekend's readings (specifically, the sacrifice of Isaac) feels like a lifetime ago, and delivered by a different priest.
I was struck a few years ago by a conversation with a friend of mine, not a believer, but married to one. In answer to the question "what seems most intuitively true and certain to you?" he responded, "Evil is real." To that we say, Merry Christmas! Here's a little reflection on the prologue of John's Gospel, the Scripture reading for today's feast. THE PLAN WAS MADE FLESH Homily for Christmas Day #v4v Support using Bitcoin⚑️ on any Podcasting 2.0 app Episode webpage: Media file: #christmas #incarnation #grownostr
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