Friday, June 15, 2007
I Love Conway. Walked this cool, rainy morning and as usual it was so refreshing! The fragrance of honeysuckle and gardenias; the small town atmosphere; the port city Java coffee; the German something point dogs (can't remember their name); the ornery tan and white goose at the marina; the rain drops creating dimples on the river; the ever green oaks; love it all!!!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
O the happiness of the heavenly alleluia, sung in security, in fear of no adversity! We shall have no enemies in heaven, we shall never lose a friend. God's praises are sung both there and here, but here they are sung in anxiety, there, in security; here they are sung by those destined to die, there, by those destined to live for ever; here they are sung in hope, there, in hope's fulfillment; here they are sung by wayfarers, there, by those living in their own country. (quote by Augustine)
This is a quote by karl Raner that I liked:
To do justice to the mystery of Easter joy with the stale words of human speech is rather difficult. This is so not only because every mystery of the Gospel penetrates only wih difficulty into the narrow confines of human life---thereby making it even harder for our words to grasp and contain and express these mysteries---but because the Easter message is the most human tidings of Christianity. That is why we find it the most difficult message to understand. For what is most true, most obvious, and most easy, is the most difficult to be, to do, and to believe. That is to say, modern people base life on the unexpressed and therefore all the more self-evident, prejudice that anything 'religious' is merely an affair of the most interior heart and of the loftiest spirit--something that we must bring about by ourselves, something, therefore, that involves the difficulties and unreality of the heart's thoughts and moods.
But Easter tells us that God has done something. God himself. And this action has not merely gently touched the heart of a person here and there, so that they tremble slightly from an ineffable and nameless someone. God has raised the Son from the dead. God has quickened the flesh. God has conquered death. God has done this--he has conquered--not merely in the realm of inwardness, in the realm of thought, but in the realm where we, the glory of the human mind notwithstanding, are most really ourselves: in the actuality of this world, far from all 'mere' thoughts and 'mere' sentiments. He has conquered in the realm where we experience practically what we are in essence; children of the earth, who die.