Friday, August 31, 2012

A Heart of Love

“A heart full of love loves the commandments and the more difficult it seems, the more sweet and pleasing they become because it pleases the Beloved and gives Him more honor.”
~St. Francis de Sales

29 Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers. 30 And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31 Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. 32 And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.
~Ephesians 4:29-32

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Compassion & Kindness as Strength

“A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair.”

“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.”

~Abraham Heschel

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Heavens

“In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw ‘the heavens.’ In an age of hopelessness they call it simply ‘space.’”
~Peter Kreeft

Sunday, August 26, 2012

There’s A Wideness In God’s Mercy

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.

There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood.

There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.

~Words: Frederick Faber & Music: Lizzie Tourjée

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Looking, Walking, Being

I look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.

The eyes
dig and burrow into the world.
They touch
fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,
not only
visible present, solid and shadow
that looks at one looking.

And language? Rhythms
of echo and interruption?
a way of breathing.

breathing to sustain
walking and looking,
through the world,
in it.

~Denise Levertov

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

There is blue in it

“It is admitted, one may hope, that common things are never commonplace. Birth is covered with curtains precisely because it is a staggering and monstrous prodigy. Death and first love, though they happen to everybody, can stop one’s heart with the very thought of them. But while this is granted, something further may be claimed. It is not merely true that these universal things are strange; it is moreover true that they are subtle. In the last analysis most common things will be found to be highly complicated.

Some men of science do indeed get over the difficulty by dealing only with the easy part of it: thus, they will call first love the instinct of sex, and the awe of death the instinct of self-preservation. But this is only getting over the difficulty of describing peacock green by calling it blue. There is blue in it. That there is a strong physical element in both romance and the Memento Mori makes them if possible more baffling than if they had been wholly intellectual. No man could say exactly how much his sexuality was colored by a clean love of beauty, or by the mere boyish itch for irrevocable adventures, like running away to sea. No man could say how far his animal dread of the end was mixed up with mystical traditions touching morals and religion. It is exactly because these things are animal, but not quite animal, that the dance of all the difficulties begins. The materialists analyze the easy part, deny the hard part and go home to their tea.”
~From: What’s Wrong with the World by G. K. Chesterton

Monday, August 20, 2012

Out of the Depths

If You, O Lord, should mark our guilt,
Lord, who would survive?
But with You is found forgiveness:
for this we revere You.
~Psalm 130:3-4

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

~Words: Robert Robinson & Music: John Wyeth

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Word & Creation

“God’s Word is in all creation, visible and invisible. The WORD is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. All creation is awakened, called, by the resounding melody, God’s invocation of the WORD. This WORD manifests in every creature. Now this is how the spirit is in the flesh--the WORD is indivisible from God.”
~St. Hildegard of Bingen

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

from Diary of an Old Soul

Come to me, Lord: I will not speculate how,
Nor think at which door I would have thee appear,
Nor put off calling till my floors be swept,
But cry, “Come, Lord, come any way, come now.”
Doors, windows, I throw wide; my head I bow,
And sit like some one who so long has slept
That he knows nothing till his life draw near.
~George MacDonald

Monday, August 13, 2012

Blessings from God

The angel of the LORD encamps all around those who fear Him,
    And delivers them.
Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good;
    Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!
~Psalm 34:7-8

When a man’s ways please the LORD,
    He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.
~Proverbs 16:7

The just are the friends of God.
They live with Him for ever.
—The just are the friends of God.
    They live with Him for ever.
God Himself is their reward.
—They live with Him for ever. Alleluia, alleluia.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
—The just are the friends of God.
    They live with Him for ever.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Little Things

“We ought not weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.”
~Brother Lawrence

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Praying the Psalms

“In assuming human nature the Divine Word introduced into this earthly exile a hymn which is sung in heaven for all eternity. He unites Himself with the whole human race and with it sings this hymn of praise to God.”

“…the subjective fruit of this divine and universal prayer, the prayer of Christ in His Church, depends on how faithfully we make the sentiments of the Psalms our own.”

“When in prayer the voice repeats those hymns written under the inspiration of the Holy Ghost . . . it is necessary that the interior sentiment of our soul should accompany the voice so as to make those sentiments our own in which we are elevated to heaven.”

“The Psalms are not abstract treatises on the divine nature. In them we learn to know God not by analyzing various concepts of His divinity, but by praising and loving Him. The Psalms being hymns of praise, they only reveal their full meaning to those who use them in order to praise God.”

~Eugenio Pacelli (1st & 3rd sections) & Thomas Merton (2nd & 4th sections)

Friday, August 10, 2012

On Bliss

“There is no one of my brothers [or sisters]... that I can do without... In the heart of the meanest miser, the most squalid prostitute, the most miserable drunkard, there is an immortal soul with holy aspirations, which deprived of daylight, worships in the night. I hear them speaking when I speak and weeping when I go down on my knees. There is no one of them I can do without. Just as there are many stars in the heavens and their power of calculation is beyond my reckoning so also there are many living beings... I need them all in my praise of God. There are many living souls but there is not one of them that I'm not in communion in the sacred apex where we utter together the Our Father...
~Paul Claudel

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Hope in God

Only Hope

There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
And pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now You're my only hope

Sing to me of the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again


I give You my apathy
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back


~Jon Foreman

O send forth Your light and Your truth;
let these be my guide.
Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,
to the place where You dwell.

And I will come to the altar of God,
the God of my joy.
My redeemer, I will thank You on the harp,
O God, my God.

Why are you cast down my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise Him still,
my savior and my God.
~Psalm 43:3-5

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Bread from Heaven

The things we have heard and understood,
the things our fathers have told us,
these we will not hide from their children
but will tell them to the next generation:

the glories of the Lord and His might
and the marvelous deeds He has done,

Yet He commanded the clouds above
and opened the gates of heaven.
He rained down manna for their food,
and gave them bread from heaven.

Mere men ate the bread of angels.
He sent them abundance of food;

So He brought them to His holy land,
to the mountain which His right hand had won.
~Psalm 77:3-4,23-25,54

26 Jesus answered them and said, “Amen, amen, I say to you, you are looking for me not because you saw signs but because you ate the loaves and were filled. 27 Do not work for food that perishes but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on Him the Father, God, has set His seal.”

31 “…Our ancestors ate manna in the desert, as it is written: ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’”

32 So Jesus said to them, “Amen, amen, I say to you, it was not Moses who gave the bread from heaven; my Father gives you the true bread from heaven. 33 For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”

34 So they said to Him, “Sir, give us this bread always.”

35 Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me will never hunger, and whoever believes in me will never thirst…”
~John 6:26-27,31-35

V:  You have given them bread from Heaven,
R:  Having all sweetness within it.