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Old Men Explore: July 2015
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Wednesday, 22 July 2015. I couldn't resist sharing this. My spiritual director likes to say there's good news and there's better news. The good news is there is a Messiah. The better news is it's not you. So, it's not all up to you.". Fr Martin, SJ. Thanks to St Matthias, Somerset N.J. Monday, 20 July 2015. LESS IS MORE, BUT MORE IS EVEN MORE. Give me thy grace, good Lord. To set the world at naught. To set my mind fast upon thee. And not to hang upon the blast. Of men’s mouths. Be to me displeasant.
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Old Men Explore: January 2015
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Saturday, 31 January 2015. I’ve been thinking about hope. It is curious that there are two great commandments but three theological virtues. Faith, obviously, corresponds to the first great commandment; charity to the second. So where does hope come in? French has two words for hope: espoir. The former is the more common, and applies to simple things as well as to profound ones. J’espère gagner à la loterie. So what about espérance. The verb it is linked to, nominally, is also espérer. 8220;Brothers, fai...
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Old Men Explore: LESS IS MORE, BUT MORE IS EVEN MORE
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Monday, 20 July 2015. LESS IS MORE, BUT MORE IS EVEN MORE. The one prayer we know is by More was written in his own hand in a book in the Tower of London, some time before his execution. It is both wry and moving, and I reproduce it here from the website of the Amici Thomae Mori. Give me thy grace, good Lord. To set the world at naught. To set my mind fast upon thee. And not to hang upon the blast. Of men’s mouths. To be content to be solitary. Not to long for worldly company. Be to me displeasant. To ab...
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Old Men Explore: March 2015
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Wednesday, 18 March 2015. Today, two verses from the Psalms. A good Lenten exercise, I find, is reading the Psalms daily, as they are divided in the Book of Common Prayer, morning and evening. And Coverdale's translation, though sometimes inaccurate, is incomparable in resonance and beauty. So here are two quotations from this morning's Psalms:. And the glorious Majesty of the Lord our God be upon us : prosper thou the work of our hands upon us, O prosper thou our handy-work. (90:17). I am struck by his ...
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Old Men Explore: HORROR -- MERCY
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Monday, 13 July 2015. I was going to juxtapose an image of Daech (ISIS/ISIL) beheading, but could not bring myself to. Imagine it, in relation to Grünewald's. Crucifixion , and to this post. Father, they slaughter and behead -. We wail barbarity and sin -. Outraged and chilled, we count the dead -. What do you see, who look within? You whom no man had ever seen -. You sent your Son, that we might know -. He touched our souls and they were green -. What do you see, who look below? Brits at their Best.
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Old Men Explore: June 2015
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Sunday, 28 June 2015. In the context of the Year of the Consecrated Life, the award-winning French daily. La Croix publishes, this weekend, a rare interview with the General Prior of the Grande Chartreuse, the mother-house of the Carthusian Order. As a long-time admirer of the Carthusians, I found this fascinating and inspiring, and thought I would translate it for this blog. LC refers to the La Croix interviewer, Frédéric Mounier; DL is Dom Dysmas de Lassus, the General Prior. And that is what gradually...
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5/100 The Argument: sarenity
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Icicles crash to the sidewalk,. My words lie there. Shattered and glistening with gravity,. Too stubborn to melt. We wear a new silence. Like the dust on china dolls. My barefoot thoughts drift. In the shape of a question mark. Swerving around us,. Resting beyond my name. Your face is a single word,. Typed in the center of a giant page,. I reach for my crawling voice,. Nudge it gently toward my mouth. I want the blanket filled with holes. To wrap itself around us again. Post a new comment.
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peccatrix: sarenity
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Sinful thoughts and sinful wishes play upon my lips and tongue. While I watch the sinful missives play upon my pen and paper. Sinful thoughts of deep delight are memories I warmly cherish. Language moments of slight respite from Monday morning's dishes. Night time crawls on bended knee in search of favors dark. Yes sunlight shows for all to see the marks of my good night. Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. Post a new comment.
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3/100 Al's Bar: sarenity
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On the corner of Third and Traction. A bouncer checks your ID. Sends you through an unmarked door. Filled with spray painted missives,. The bartenders pace, their dodging heads. And tired wrists in continuous. Choreography, set to the sound. Of ice and loose change. On the corner of Third and Traction. There's a bar called Al's,. And at midnight on a Saturday,. The women wear red lipstick,. Play pool with cocky college boys,. Their tight black dresses. Stretched across the ash-stained felt.
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