For one to seek beauty and hope in words of faith, love, joy and understanding.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Dreamed a wild
As I was boy
I dreamed a wild
And was such a part of you
Then it burned
Burned into something new
I used my sight
I proposed all my joys
To be used
For killing my ploy
Beset on voyage
We used to breed joy
Lasting in yearning
Until the step
to ever presence
Something with a smile
Will bleed in you like denial
We learned
We learned as it waned
Into something piercing
Sharpened into pained emotions
Life is not small
Choices are just chosen
And by me
a voice is raised for all
But it can not be all over you
It's a trepid pace
What is a boy suppose to do
My love
Is my smile over you
I dreamed a wild
And was such a part of you
Then it burned
Burned into something new
I used my sight
I proposed all my joys
To be used
For killing my ploy
Beset on voyage
We used to breed joy
Lasting in yearning
Until the step
to ever presence
Something with a smile
Will bleed in you like denial
We learned
We learned as it waned
Into something piercing
Sharpened into pained emotions
Life is not small
Choices are just chosen
And by me
a voice is raised for all
But it can not be all over you
It's a trepid pace
What is a boy suppose to do
My love
Is my smile over you
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
The Needy : Poetic Letter Exercise
Laughing
Uncontrollably
Liking
Fanatically
Calming
Hysterically
Thanking
Profusely
Thanking
Frankly
Thanking
Surely
Praising
Ambitiously
Thanking
Bravely
Noticing
Terrifically
Involving
Needlessly
Let us learn from Christ how to pray, to forgive, to sow peace, and to be near those in need
I am laughing as I lose control, uncontrollably, to uplift the needy
I am liking as a fanatic, fanatically, to love the needy
I am living in a calming hysteria, hysterically, to ease the needy
It is a profuse thankfulness I learn, profusely, to cherish the needy
I can only be frank and be thinking them, frankly, to honor the needy
It is a sure thankfulness, surely, to offer the needy
I am ambitious to praise, ambitiously, to glorify the needy
I give thanks to the brave, bravely, to cater the needy
One should be terrific to notice, terrifically, to aknowledge the needy
It would needlessly be involving others when we are not near the needy.
Uncontrollably
Liking
Fanatically
Calming
Hysterically
Thanking
Profusely
Thanking
Frankly
Thanking
Surely
Praising
Ambitiously
Thanking
Bravely
Noticing
Terrifically
Involving
Needlessly
Let us learn from Christ how to pray, to forgive, to sow peace, and to be near those in need
I am laughing as I lose control, uncontrollably, to uplift the needy
I am liking as a fanatic, fanatically, to love the needy
I am living in a calming hysteria, hysterically, to ease the needy
It is a profuse thankfulness I learn, profusely, to cherish the needy
I can only be frank and be thinking them, frankly, to honor the needy
It is a sure thankfulness, surely, to offer the needy
I am ambitious to praise, ambitiously, to glorify the needy
I give thanks to the brave, bravely, to cater the needy
One should be terrific to notice, terrifically, to aknowledge the needy
It would needlessly be involving others when we are not near the needy.
Voices
Speak to me so that I may hear
Say to me all I fear
For the darkness may come over me
But not by the purpose of my ear
guarded from the promises of despair
Let the hope of words
cascade amongst the hills
and the voices lifted up
from every work of every zeal
That the coldness of the heart
May not reside in the clear
That the day will glorify in me
That this is why I am here
To hear the words
Of the voice of our year
saying
thy glory will be thee
tear upon tear
wake upon wake
drudging and resisting the mere
Chance to forsake
to abdicate a quake
A rambling
In the channel of the ear
Could it be silent
In their rearing
Could it be seen
Distances ago?
Who was dreaming of the old
When the young were screaming
Whose voices were heard then so?
Who called for the ever glow
Of hope to entail what belonged
As the voices sang
For a new christening
A new below
And the voices shattering
The one to know.
The voice of thee, we shall sow.
Say to me all I fear
For the darkness may come over me
But not by the purpose of my ear
guarded from the promises of despair
Let the hope of words
cascade amongst the hills
and the voices lifted up
from every work of every zeal
That the coldness of the heart
May not reside in the clear
That the day will glorify in me
That this is why I am here
To hear the words
Of the voice of our year
saying
thy glory will be thee
tear upon tear
wake upon wake
drudging and resisting the mere
Chance to forsake
to abdicate a quake
A rambling
In the channel of the ear
Could it be silent
In their rearing
Could it be seen
Distances ago?
Who was dreaming of the old
When the young were screaming
Whose voices were heard then so?
Who called for the ever glow
Of hope to entail what belonged
As the voices sang
For a new christening
A new below
And the voices shattering
The one to know.
The voice of thee, we shall sow.
Book Promotion
What if Protestantism were true? What if the Reformers really were heroes, the Bible the sole rule of faith, and Christ’s Church just an invisible collection of loosely united believers?
As an Evangelical, Devin Rose used to believe all of it. Then one day the nagging questions began. He noticed things about Protestant belief and practice that didn’t add up. He began following the logic of Protestant claims to places he never expected it to go—leading to conclusions no Christians would ever admit to holding.
In The Protestant’s Dilemma, Rose examines over thirty of those conclusions, showing with solid evidence, compelling reason, and gentle humor how the major tenets of Protestantism—if honestly pursued to their furthest extent— wind up in dead ends of absurdity.
http://protestantsdilemma.com/
from aleteia.org: Atheist to Catholic convert and apologist Devin Rose has a new book out from Catholic Answers entitled The Protestant's Dilemma. The book's unique rhetorical angle is to assume that Protestantism is true, and then to show how it leads to absurd conclusions given various facts about history and Scripture. Catholicism, on the other hand, is shown to lead to reasonable conclusions.
Rose self-published an earlier version of the book with the title If Protestantism Is True in the summer of 2011. With a successful low-budget, blog-to-blog marketing campaign, the book took off and sold thousands of copies. Catholics Answers took notice and offered to help him edit a new version and re-publish it. With the release of The Protestant's Dilemma, If Protestantism Is True has been discontinued (though you can find used copies on Amazon for upwards of $125!).
The website for The Protestant's Dilemma, which has options for buying print or ebook versions, has some impressive endorsements from other well known Catholic converts and authors Brandon Vogt, Taylor Marshall, and Francis Beckwith.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Abounding Reign of Love
The Love Abounds,
From Your Glory
And it is only this Glory
Where Love is Fixed
As no Love is repeated
No other love Affixed
On one's heart
From Your Glory
And it is only this Glory
Where Love is Fixed
As no Love is repeated
No other love Affixed
On one's heart
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Lenny Kravitz's Father's Deathbed Conversion (WOW!)
A Borrowed Post from Fr. Longenecker, Patheos / Catholic
UPDATE: For an example of the influence of the demonic in ordinary life. Read this astounding account of the deathbed of musician Lenny Kravitz’ father. His father, Sy Kravitz had lived a sinful life of promiscuity and adultery, then he had an amazing spiritual experience. This story is from a long interview with Kravitz here in the Daily Telegraph. H/T to Rod Dreher who also comments on the story here.
Eventually, his father had to go to hospital. That’s where it happened.
‘It sounds like…’ Kravitz begins, and then says, ‘It’s going to sound like whatever it sounds like, but this is what it was. I mean, spiritually hospitals are very intense places. It’s like death’s doorstep. And he was in his bed one night and he looked at me, and he wasn’t on drugs, and he said to me, “There are these things flying around my bed, and these things crawling on the floor.” I said, “What are you talking about?” This is from my dad. He doesn’t do with any kind of spiritual thing. No heebie-jeebie kind of thing. And he’s, “There’s black-winged things and they’re flying around my bed… the things that are crawling on the ground, they look like they’re rats and they’re not… I see them.” I didn’t quite know how to take it. And he then began having this revelation and he accepted Christ – this is a non-religious Jewish man – and somehow the spirit world opened up to him. Almost like he had spiritually been bound his whole life and now this thing was released.’
After this spiritual experience, his father started answering some of the questions Kravitz would never get answers for. When Kravitz asked him before, “Why did you do what you did? Why did you do this to Mom?”, his father would stonewall. ‘That’s just the way it is,’ he would say. But a couple of nights after the experience, sitting in hospital with Lenny and his two half-sisters, Sy started talking. ‘He apologised to us in the most sincere, heartfelt manner. “I am sorry for what I’ve done, how I’ve been, how I’ve treated you, and I love you.” Real. And it was shocking… And what he said to me is that he always wanted to change his life, and he felt there was this thing on his back and he couldn’t get it off. His whole life, he knew inside himself that he wanted to change. But, he said, “I couldn’t.”?’
There would be one further unexpected moment: ‘As he got closer to his death, another night in the hospital, he was really tired and he looked over at me and he goes, “There’s angels all around the room. Because of Jesus.” And that was it. He turned and looked away. If you knew my dad – it was the furthest thing from him.’
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