Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
~Thomas à Kempis (from The Imitation of Christ)
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Saturday, August 27, 2016
“What does the Crucifixion signify in an age like ours? I see it in the first place as a sublime mockery of all earthly authority and power. The crown of thorns, the purple robe, the ironical title “King of the Jews,” were intended to mock or parody Christ’s pretensions to be the Messiah; in fact, they rather hold up to ridicule and contempt all crowns, all robes, all kings that ever were. It was a sick joke that back-fired. No one it seems to me, who has fully grasped the Crucifixion can ever again take seriously any expression or instrument of worldly power, however venerable, glittering or seemingly formidable.”
Friday, August 26, 2016
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
They went into the next room and, while Bärger began his preparations, he told the story of the painter who had made the emperor of China wait.
The emperor of China, they say, had heard of the master’s great skill. At that time, it was a special honor to receive a commission for a picture from the emperor. The emperor expected that his commission, which wasn’t very different from an imperial order, would be carried out immediately. That didn’t happen. After several weeks, the emperor sent one of his officials to demand the delivery of the picture, but the painter informed him that he needed more time.
When the painting hadn’t been completed after several months, the emperor sent one of his ministers to emphasize the urgency of his imperial wishes. Once again, the painter said that he needed more time.
After over a year, the emperor was so angry with the painter that he ordered him to be brought before him to be executed.
This time, the painter invited the emperor’s messenger into his studio, placed a piece of rice paper on a table, prepared his ink, and right before the messenger’s eyes, painted a picture of a rooster in a few minutes that was so life-like, the messenger almost expected to hear it crow.
The emperor’s messenger rolled up the painting that the painter handed him and, as a few minutes no longer mattered, they drank a cup of tea together.
Then the messenger asked why the painter had made the emperor wait over a year for a painting that he could do in a couple of minutes.
The painter answered that he had never had so little time for a painting.
From morning to night, he had done nothing but watch roosters; how they moved, when they crowed, when they ate and drank, when they fought, and when they slept. He did this, he said, until he understood the essence of a rooster as thoroughly as if he had been one himself. Only then, and not one minute sooner, was he able to paint a picture of a rooster worthy of an emperor.
~Famous Chinese story (taken from a book by Günther Bach)
Sunday, August 21, 2016
~Words: Elisha Hoffman & Music: Anthony Showalter
Saturday, August 20, 2016
~G. K. Chesterton
Friday, August 19, 2016
~Cardinal Robert Sarah
Thursday, August 18, 2016
“In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are nothing. It is only when you realize your nothingness, your emptiness, that God can fill you with himself. Souls of prayer are souls of great silence.”
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
|(Picture found here)|
that same silken
dust about it, doesn’t it,
that same sense of
having been roughed
onto paper even
as it was planned.
It had to be a labor
of love. It must’ve
taken its author some
time, some shove.
I’ll bet it felt good
in the hand—the o
of the ocean, and
the and and the and
of the land.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
~C. S. Lewis
Monday, August 15, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
|(Picture of St. Maximilian Kolbe - found here)|
I was put back into my place without having had time to say anything to Maximilian Kolbe. I was saved. And I owe to him the fact that I could tell you all this. The news quickly spread all round the camp. It was the first and the last time that such an incident happened in the whole history of Auschwitz.
For a long time I felt remorse when I thought of Maximilian. By allowing myself to be saved, I had signed his death warrant. But now, on reflection, I understood that a man like him could not have done otherwise. Perhaps he thought that as a priest his place was beside the condemned men to help them keep hope. In fact he was with them to the last.”
~Testimony of Franciszek Gajowniczek,
for whom Maximilian Kolbe offered himself at Auschwitz
When a prisoner escaped, Franciszek Gajowniczek was one of the ten men chosen for death in retaliation. He sobbed, “My poor wife! My poor children! What will they do?”
Maximilian Kolbe stepped forward before the commandant and said, “I am a Catholic priest. Let me take his place. I am old. He has a wife and children.”
It took the prisoners over two weeks to die, imprisoned with no food or water, but the sounds of hymns and prayers came from the room until only Father Kolbe was left. The room was needed for more prisoners so he was killed by injection and his body was burned in the crematorium.
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
~Thomas Merton (from Day of a Stranger - this is Merton describing a day in his life at the hermitage)
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
~St. John Vianney
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
~St. Porphyrios the Kapsokalivite
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
When we are alone on a starlit night; when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children; when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet Bashō we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash – at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the ‘newness,’ the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.”
Monday, August 1, 2016
~From the beginning of a letter attributed to Barnabas