Too many events have happened since my last message.. so perhaps it is just time to pray first.
The Original
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Now for something else..
Get to know Maria Esperanza, right now. People have been pretty skeptical, perhaps overly so. What could very well have been a modern day Saint has been, in my mind, disreguarded. Were we so fearful of a fraud, that we refused to seek the Truth? I was. Let us pray for her sainthood and for a miracle in our own lives. Someone out there should write a prayer for her intercession. Nudge nudge.
Prayer makes a huge difference
You know this, as you have at least once said a prayer and gotten an answer. That's how faith is nurtured. But we don't always get what we want.. you know the story. How many people are praying for my wife now I don't know, but I am very grateful. Thank you.
Hey, you graced the "wrong" guy!!!
No one reads my blog, hopefully. I have been graced in a very "wrong" way it appears, but I don't know the future. What I do know is that when I am graced, that prayer is the only response. Grace is a very unexpected gift, and it does not always lead to an easy life. Look at the Apostles, do you have it easy? I know that I do. When I was confirmed, I chose John the Apostle for two reasons: He was there at our Lord's death, next to Mary; and also He was graced with the Revelations. I have learned that standing next to the cross is both beautific and agonizing. Witnessing pain in the one I love is about the most agonizing, heart wrenching, "please just shoot me instead God" moment I have ever had. But the beauty of it, is that our own hearts are changed.
Final thought
Grace comes in many forms, and it is our faith that helps us continue. The "game" on earth isn't about cars ,houses, or whatever... it's simply about getting through the pearly gates. It used to be difficult to understand, for all we see is clouds, birds, universes, atoms... whatever. The refusal to accept mystery is the hands of death for a modern being. Learn to see through others eyes, and be thankful for grace, no matter what your lot is. You can't always change your world, but your soal has no boundaries.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
What's there to blog about?
Declaim
First, my apologies for what I am about to write about. I do not seek to write about myself or promote my self in terms of my fellows. For once, I seek only to promote ideas which will in all probability be unappealing to you. My spelling is lousy, my prose is weak, and the style will probably reek. Turn away now, it will not offend me. You have been warned.
Au Jeus
For eternal history, mankind has sought to express himself. What is puzzling, is the promotion of self that is seen in modern writhing. For instance, we do not see interviews with Zeus, or commentary on the childhood torture of perfection lived by Achilleus. Yet, we know it from the writing itself.
It is not necessary.
Towards a greatness
The Bible is interesting in this respect as well. If you expect an academic answer (Anyone for a game of Medieval Fourfold Method of Exegesis?) you underestimate the ability to skirt what I am not an expert at. But much of it runs within the same river of thought, that the self is a beautiful creation, which is individual and awesome. But the self is created for the love our creator seeks.
The Death of a Salesman
The paradox of greatness. Humankind is progressing towards compartmentalizing greatness. We seek to create Heaven on Earth, for our own greatness.
Immitation or Plagiarism
To immitate is the nature of humans. Our first concious actions are born of immitation. The downfall of humans is not the immitation of heaven on earth, which is our nature. What will kill us all(tm) is Plagiarism of God. Those of us who are weak, and we are weak, will fail to detect the difference. Both seek to create goodness, yet the honor placed upon mankind is the spit in the eye of God. Achilleus is our bedfellow.
Who is that (golden) masked hero?
Achilleus is my hero. He reminds us of our greatness, and the relative ease which with we get knocked down. A single aarow. How is it that heroes dodge that arrow every day, and still dance upon the battlefield? What honor is there for those of us who watch with pedantic gazes, our faces lit by the phosphors?
Excruciating Pain, or shameful blame
It is difficult to tear away from the self. Blogging is supposed to be all dat and mor, baby! Yet only to ponder the ideas and reject the self is difficult. Forgive me, dear reader, as I take my baby steps towards the immitation of goodness, and take my first step onto the battlefield.
Convivial Dingo
First, my apologies for what I am about to write about. I do not seek to write about myself or promote my self in terms of my fellows. For once, I seek only to promote ideas which will in all probability be unappealing to you. My spelling is lousy, my prose is weak, and the style will probably reek. Turn away now, it will not offend me. You have been warned.
Au Jeus
For eternal history, mankind has sought to express himself. What is puzzling, is the promotion of self that is seen in modern writhing. For instance, we do not see interviews with Zeus, or commentary on the childhood torture of perfection lived by Achilleus. Yet, we know it from the writing itself.
It is not necessary.
Towards a greatness
The Bible is interesting in this respect as well. If you expect an academic answer (Anyone for a game of Medieval Fourfold Method of Exegesis?) you underestimate the ability to skirt what I am not an expert at. But much of it runs within the same river of thought, that the self is a beautiful creation, which is individual and awesome. But the self is created for the love our creator seeks.
The Death of a Salesman
The paradox of greatness. Humankind is progressing towards compartmentalizing greatness. We seek to create Heaven on Earth, for our own greatness.
Immitation or Plagiarism
To immitate is the nature of humans. Our first concious actions are born of immitation. The downfall of humans is not the immitation of heaven on earth, which is our nature. What will kill us all(tm) is Plagiarism of God. Those of us who are weak, and we are weak, will fail to detect the difference. Both seek to create goodness, yet the honor placed upon mankind is the spit in the eye of God. Achilleus is our bedfellow.
Who is that (golden) masked hero?
Achilleus is my hero. He reminds us of our greatness, and the relative ease which with we get knocked down. A single aarow. How is it that heroes dodge that arrow every day, and still dance upon the battlefield? What honor is there for those of us who watch with pedantic gazes, our faces lit by the phosphors?
Excruciating Pain, or shameful blame
It is difficult to tear away from the self. Blogging is supposed to be all dat and mor, baby! Yet only to ponder the ideas and reject the self is difficult. Forgive me, dear reader, as I take my baby steps towards the immitation of goodness, and take my first step onto the battlefield.
Convivial Dingo
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