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This past Thursday, Fr. Ted Tack, the former Prior General of the Order of St. Augustine, gave a talk at Villanova University on the spirituality of St. Augustine and his relevance today. I attended the talk and it was quite excellent. I recorded it and have made it available online. If anyone is interested in listening, you can find it here. From that link you may either listen to it online or download it to your computer. Enjoy!

THROUGH THE BIBLE - Genesis

  • Nov. 5th, 2009 at 1:43 PM

WRESTLING WITH GOD

 
JACOB'S BLESSING

Read Genesis 31–32


Then Jacob prayed, "O God …“I am unworthy of all the kindness and faithfulness you have shown your servant.” Genesis 32:9a, 10a NIV
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After years of hardship and deception by Laban, God miraculously increased Jacob’s wealth, and caused Laban to allow him to leave. Then, alone at night, after sending his family on ahead, God once again spoke to Jacob… A man approached him and they began to fight. Jacob wrestled all night long–evidently realizing this was a heavenly visitor. Jacob said to him, "I will not let you go unless you bless me." The man asked him, "What is your name?" "Jacob," he answered. Then the man said, "Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with men and have overcome."So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, "It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared."(Genesis 32:26b–30) This strange encounter with the Lord left Jacob with an outward limp that would always remind him and his descendants that his blessings came from God.
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Lord, I can see in this story of Jacob how much You value humility. If we are to be blessed, that blessing will come from You, not from our own struggles. You are Jehovah Jirah, our provider, and like Jacob I will say God has been gracious to me, and I have all I need. (33:11)
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The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip. Therefore to this day the Israelites do not eat the tendon attached to the socket of the hip, because the socket of Jacob's hip was touched near the tendon. Genesis 32:31–32 NIV

Looky Dookie, Jukie Cukie

  • Nov. 5th, 2009 at 11:37 AM
...and by the power of ham, we have come to the eleventh month. Hooray for ham!

Ok, ham has nothing to do with this. Pudding does, though. Not ham pudding; that sounds unpleasant. But not as unpleasant as the unpleasantness that might unpleasantly occur should you skip out on this week's quiz of un-unpleasantness. Play it now! Before calamity strikes! Unless you paid Calamity to strike you, in which case, carry on.

Go. Play. Take Quiz.

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The Golden Rule

  • Nov. 3rd, 2009 at 2:51 PM
Recently I revisited the Golden Rule and started seriously asking myself before I took any actions whether positive or negative toward someone else - how I would want to be treated.   I found this a very simple concept that is not easy to put into action.  It takes a lot of forethought - and I was very surprised at what the answers were.  Some of the answers were not so black and white before I asked the question, then became crystal clear after I asked myself . . . how would I want this person to treat me in this circumstance?   Some of the things that I thought would be well meaning and good were actually me putting my nose where it didn't belong - because if I was really honest with myself, I wouldn't want someone handling something for me that I was more than capable of THEIR way. 

Other things stopped me dead in my tracks as far as the negative stuff goes.  I find myself more willing to be patient, more willing to take a step back and give the benefit of the doubt. 

The Golden Rule - Do onto others as you would have them do onto you. - was something I took for granted growing up and as a young adult.  I was focused heavily on the Ten Commandments, yet Jesus simplified the Ten Commandments into a very simple one sentence statement that works as a good consistent tool.  There's no dividing lines, no gray areas. . .nothing confusing.  It's only a simple question that causes me to think before I act. 

I don't say things I flippantly blurt out . .. I don't act in rash ways - I don't reach for the defensive stances or let anger smolder - all because that isn't how I want to be treated.  He said that all of the commandments are included in loving your brother as yourself - doing onto others as they would have them do to you. 

And it's the truth.

LJ Daily Quiz: 3 November 2009

  • Nov. 3rd, 2009 at 10:01 AM
1. Fun with lyrics! Name the song:
Don't tell me the lights are shining
Anyplace but there
We will dance the "Hoochie-Koochie"
I will be your "Tootsie-Wootsie"


2. What Russian city was named Leningrad until 1991?

3. Who is the current Welterweight Champion of the UFC?

4. The character Simon Templar is more commonly referred to as whom?

5. Fun with quotes! Name that film:
"So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch."

6. What's the nicest thing you've ever done?

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Happy All Saints Day

  • Nov. 1st, 2009 at 1:46 PM

Today at my church, we celebrated All Saints Day, plus the 2nd anniversary of my parish, St. Brendan's Anglican Church. To commemorate the mission of St. Brendan, an Irish missionary who faithfully took the Gospel of Christ to Iceland and Greenland, our church held a 'Celtic Eucharist' liturgy today, complete with beautiful cello music.

Here is a beautiful prayer by St. Brendan himself:

Shall I abandon, O King of mysteries, the soft comforts of home? Shall I turn my back on my native land, and turn my face towards the sea?

Shall I put myself wholly at your mercy, without silver, without a horse, without fame, without honor? Shall I throw myself wholly upon You, without sword and shield, without food and drink, without a bed to lie on? Shall I say farewell to my beautiful land, placing myself under Your yoke?

Shall I pour out my heart to You, confessing my manifold sins and begging forgiveness, tears streaming down my cheeks? Shall I leave the prints of my knees on the sandy beach, a record of my final prayer in my native land?

Shall I then suffer every kind of wound that the sea can inflict? Shall I take my tiny boat across the wide sparkling ocean? O King of the Glorious Heaven, shall I go of my own choice upon the sea? O Christ, will You help me on the wild waves?*

http://www.saintbrendans-online.org/SaintBrendan.dsp

An interesting thought...

  • Oct. 31st, 2009 at 3:48 PM
"When a Jewish person went to the temple to worship, he would bring a lamb to offer on the altar. After careful examination by the priest, if the lamb was found to be without spot or blemish, the worshiper could worship confidently. You see, the priest never inspected the person—only the lamb. Satan will try to whisper in your ear, "You're blemished. You've dropped the ball. You haven't been a woman of prayer. You haven't been a man of integrity. You can't worship. You can't talk to the Father. You can't be blessed."

But he's wrong. At the temple, the priests didn't inspect the worshiper. They inspected the lamb. The same is true of you and me. "Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world," declared John the Baptist—which is why three days before His crucifixion, Jesus Himself was scrutinized as the scribes and Pharisees, Sadducees, and Greeks questioned His theology, His morality, and His integrity (Matthew 22). Pilate's declaration that he found no fault in Jesus meant He passed even their inspection perfectly."

The Battle

  • Oct. 31st, 2009 at 10:31 AM


David & Goliath

Why was King Saul paying attention to the Giant's demands, and agreeing that the loser would be slaves of the winner? Why didn't he send out a Swat Team, or dig an elephant trap? Was he really going to risk the future of the nation of Israel on the presumption of young David?

When we connect the dots from this account in 1Sam17 to the "Armor of God" in Ephesians 6, the difference between the physical battles of the Old Testament and the spiritual battles of the New Testament are seen more clearly. Saul's armor didn't fit David anyway, and "the battle is the Lord's". Ps 24:8

Dumpster Diving

  • Oct. 30th, 2009 at 7:49 AM
I once had a dear friend who was obsessed with finding "treasures". She delighted in taking what others had deemed broken, useless, or unwanted and making them new again. She often went dumpster diving to find her treasures. Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. She would wear old clothes and dive into dumpsters looking for items to repurpose. There were actually two or three of her close friends that would go dumpster diving together and I would occaisonally tag along to amuse myself with their antics.  While in the dumpsters she didn't see the trash I saw, she was looking at what each item could become.

She was actually quite handy. So many times with just a little tidying up, a nip here, and a tuck there she would make something as good as new again. Although I was often not impressed with her methods of treasure hunting, by the time she had finished it I could see the vision she had from the beginning.

My friend reminds me we have a God like that. He treats us the same way. He goes dumpster diving so to speak to retrieve His lost valuables and make them whole and new again. When we call on Him, He will go into some of the most awful "dumpsters" to collect the lost. He finds His treasures in prisons, at the end of a long road of drug addiction, beside a dark street corner,  in the pulpit at church,  or even in the midst of all the chaos and havoc we create in our lives. He doesn't trash us just because we're cracked, chipped or broken. On the contrary, He takes the pieces of what is left over in our life and makes us good as new. He doesn't look at what we are; instead He sees what we can become.

Many Are Called....

  • Oct. 26th, 2009 at 6:53 PM
This is a response to a friend...I tried to describe what it's like whenever the Heavenly Father, by the Son, through the Holy Spirit reveals His Truth to your heart and lets you feel some of the burden on His heart. When the Lord Himself opens your eyes, ears, and imparts His love and understanding....there's no turning back.


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In an earlier discussion the question was posed, in light of Hebrews 10:11-22, how can it be asserted that from the beginning the Church has understood the Eucharist to be a true sacrifice? Those who criticize this Catholic dogma would have a valid point if the assertion was that at each Mass a new sacrifice is offered, so that just like the levitical priesthood described as insufficient in Hebrews 10:11, the new priesthood of the cult of Christ was constantly offering sacrifice for the remission of sins. However, a few clarifications hopefully will shed light on why this is not so.
Continue reading... )

pondering

  • Oct. 29th, 2009 at 10:28 PM
 hello friends!

i've had this thought on my mind for a long time and it just won't go away... 

if God knows all that is to happen in the future and he intends for everything to go a certain way, this means he knew that Adam was going to sin, correct? and if he knew Adam was going to sin, but let him sin anyway, then that means He intended for us to be separated from him, right? i can't seem to wrap my head around why God would create a human being to love and then purposely separate him from Him to forever suffer in sin (until Jesus came and cleansed us). 

any thoughts are welcome! thank you all very kindly.

Laugh, Jaffa, Daffy, Quaff

  • Oct. 29th, 2009 at 10:32 AM
The extra F's are for Fun! Frolicking! Fahrvergnuegen! Fornicating! And maybe Forgetfulness, if you've forgotten to fill out this week's quizly goodness. If you have, then F is for Fanfriggintastic! If you forgot, then F is for Failure Most Foul. But you can change Failure to Fanfriggintastic in one quick step! Just fill out the quiz, and watch failure melt away, like fat in Fight Club. Funderful!

This post brought to you by the letters F and PH, and by the hexadecimal number F, because fifteen has two F's. Two! That's more than one! And that's terrible.

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Invisible Ink, Invisible God

  • Oct. 29th, 2009 at 7:39 AM
I remember as a child one of my favorite things to do was to write notes to my friends. When they came out with the invisible ink pens, it made note writing all the more fun. Wow! What freedom came from knowing I could write  anything on paper and no one could see it except my friend (no-  at that young age it never occured to me that anyone would have access to a warm light bulb which would expose the writing if you didn't have the "magic" pen to make the ink "reappear").

As the ink vanished, you couldn't tell where you had written on the paper but I continued with my writing all the same.  No matter how messy the end result would become I knew my friend could use her magic pen to make the words come alive again and understand my message. I also knew that even though I couldn't see my words, they were there. The simple warmth from a light would prove it over and over again.

There are times when I feel like God is much like that invisible ink. Even though I can't see Him, I know He is there. With only the mention of His name, a gaze into a beautiful sunset, marveling at the sounds of childrens laughter, or a million other things and "poof" He appears. It's just that magical. I often forget to keep my eyes on Him because I can't see him. Like the paper would often become messy because I couldn't see what I had written, so does my life mirror that image when I lose focus on God. Life becomes chaotic and sometimes unmanageable.

However, when exposed to a heat source like everyday stress, divorce, the loss of a loved one, or the chronic illness of a parent, it is then His words of wisdom  and comfort reappear and become very clear. I am once again reminded of His constant love for me even when I can't see Him.

It was by faith that Moses left the land of Egypt, not fearing the king's anger.  Moses kept right on going because his kept his eyes on the One who is invisible.
Hebrews 11:27

These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.
Hebrews 11:39-40

Stanley Hauerwas on Reformation Sunday

  • Oct. 28th, 2009 at 2:23 PM
Stanley Hauerwas is a Gilbert T. Rowe Professor of Theological Ethics at Duke Divinity School. In 1995 he delivered the following Sermon on Reformation Sunday, a date where Protestants typically celebrate the Reformation. His was quite a different, and indeed powerful, take on it. I would say that his words should serve as a stinging reality check to all Christians, Protestant and Catholic alike, at how important it is for us to work towards a true, visible unity among Christians:

Taken from Called to Communion. Under the cut )

LJ Daily Quiz: 27 October 2009

  • Oct. 27th, 2009 at 2:34 PM
1. What cartoon characters were known for "bouncing here and there and everywhere"?

2. Diane Keaton plays a schoolteacher looking for sex and drugs in which 1977 film?

3. According to myth, what was formed during a "suckling malfunction" between Hera and Heracles?

4. "Twenty Years After" and "The Vicomte de Bragelonne" are sequels to which novel?

5. The last words of Pheidippides were "We have won." Who had won what?

6. If you had to completely give up all candy and sweets, what would you miss most?

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Thoughts on child-like faith...

  • Oct. 27th, 2009 at 1:47 AM
I was eleven years old when my father passed away. My grandma always tells me this story of how she was crying and I approached her and said, "Don't worry Grandma, daddy's in Heaven teaching the angels how to sail." She tells me how it brought her so much comfort and joy, and how that moment ministered to her breaking heart. The funny thing is that I don't recall that whatsoever. Granted I was eleven, I was a little girl, but I wasn't a small child; It's not like I was too young to recall profound moments. I remember every detail surrounding my father's passing. But I have absolutely no recollection of those particular words, at all.


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X-posted to my personal journal.

THROUGH THE BIBLE - Genesis

  • Oct. 26th, 2009 at 3:58 PM
RACHEL AND LEAH

 
Read Genesis 29:1–30:24
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Jacob said to Laban, “What is this you have done to me? I served you for Rachel, didn’t I? Why have you deceived me?” Genesis 29:25b NIV
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No one can read this account of Laban’s blatant deception without feeling sorry for Jacob and Rachel, and especially for Leah. Some would say Jacob deserved to be tricked, since he had done the same to Esau.
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But through it all, in spite of the actions of sinful men, God’s plan moved forward: Jesus came from the tribe of Leah’s son Judah, and God used Rachel’s son Joseph to save his people from extinction.
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Looking at this whole story in hindsight we can say with the apostle Paul, “all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose His own purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began–" (Romans 8:28; 2 Timothy)
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Lord, help me to think in terms of the big picture, even when I can’t understand why things happen the way they do. Grant me the faith to believe that You have a much larger purpose in it all, which will work for our good and Your glory, even for generations to come.

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… and when she (Leah) gave birth to a son she said, “This time I will praise the LORD.” So she named him Judah … Then God remembered Rachel … She gave birth to a son and named him Joseph … Genesis 29:35; 30:22‑24a NIV

Come Home

  • Oct. 26th, 2009 at 9:12 AM
Many years ago my best friend was searching for her place in this world. She was staying close to God and doing what she needed to do to live a happy life. She met and married a man against her parents wishes and moved across the country. Her marriage started off well enough, but as the days led to weeks and months the new started to fade from the relationship. She knew her husband wanted a child and she tried faithfully to give it to him. It just wasn't meant to be. Her husband proved irresponsible, unfaithful, and made no provisions for her when he walked out for a better life.

She found herself alone, in a strange town across the country from the family she had neglected to be with her Prince Charming. No friends, no money, no job skills, no means to support herself. She found herself relying on first one person, then another to meet her needs and moved away from God. She did things even she couldn't imagine doing to make a dollar. She was alone and ashamed.

A cold, rainy, dreary night when at the depths of her despair, she decided the world would be better off without her. She started to write a note to her family to explain why she had chosen this path, but stopped in the middle admitting she didn't even feel worthy of their time and didn't want to complicate things for them anymore than she already had. The time had come, she had to end it. She was prepared to do the unthinkable, sitting down with shotgun barrel in mouth positioned, ready to go. Suddenly..... a knock at the door.

She opened her door to find her neighbor standing there with a package stating the delivery person dropped it off at his house by mistake and he wanted to make sure she got it today. She politely thanked him and went back inside. As she sat down, she stared first at the gun, then the package. As she wiped away her tears she realized she recognized the handwriting on the package as her Father's. The tears became more hot and intense as she stared at the gun. She hadn't heard from her family in years. She was lost, alone, afraid and not sure what to do.

She quietly uttered, "God, I need you right now".  She mustered up the courage to open the package and inside she found nothing but a bible. As she opened the Bible, the pages fell open to reveal a plane ticket. The note attached said simply come home my child, come home.

Someday I will get a ticket home and all those who know Christ will too. We do not know when that call will come, but we can have faith it will come. It may be while we are in the midst of our work, or weeks after a long illness, or in a moment of crisis. But someday a loving hand will be laid upon our shoulder and this brief message will be ours too: "Come home my child, come home".