Monthly Archives: October 2012

Desires

It only takes a breath or even less for everything to go from perfect to broken. There settles dwells grows the shadow of doubt, the river of doubt, that claims “Nothing was ever perfect, nor will it ever be. You … Continue reading

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You are God and I am not.

In many ways all of prayer is simply the repetition of the phrase “You are God and I am not.” These two clauses are at the heart of what it means to be a Christian, what it means to engage … Continue reading

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Whose ‘Mere Christianity’?

There was a conference once where Fr. Joseph Fessio suggested (rather humorously) that what united Christians (Anglican, Evangelical, Catholic, Orthodox) was Scripture, the Apostles Creed, the first six Ecumenical Councils, and C. S. Lewis. It does not take much time … Continue reading

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Sestina in Waiting

Every man thinks that well he knows his own heart, That its true desire will be clear in a look And that single traded shall birth true love Which dwells upon distant shores and hills of green; He knows – … Continue reading

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Above All, Love

When asked what the defining trait of monasticism is, what is it that the monk seeks most especially, we are tempted to provide a variety of answers. We might say asceticism, that the monk’s first goal is renunciation of worldly … Continue reading

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The Funny Thing About Pride

Recently I swallowed my pride and added texting to my phone. Which brings up the rather obvious question: how fascinating has my twitter feed now become? Not very, unfortunately. There is, however, a more useful question: how is adding texting … Continue reading

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Sonnet For a Suffering Friend

You have felt the passing of the train, A rush of wind and rumble deep within No calming change but that of inmost pain, Born only since man did deep fall in sin; The whistle sounds far too late to … Continue reading

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