ToB #62 ~ Art Must Not Violate the Right to Privacy

… the whole problem of pornovision and pornography is not the effect of a puritanical mentality or of a narrow moralism… It is a question of an extremely important, fundamental sphere of values. Before it, man cannot remain indifferent because of the dignity of humanity, the personal character and the eloquence of the human body. By means of works of art and the activity of the audiovisual media, all those contents and values can be modeled and studied. But they can also be distorted and destroyed in the heart of man.


Bede ~ Junius 11 ~ Liber I ~ Section VI ~ Genesis B

There through the never-ending watches of the night the fiends endure an unremitting fire… at the dawn cometh an east wind, and bitter frost, ever a blast of fire or storm of frost.

Living Liturgy for Cantors:

The owner of the fig tree only cares about whether the tree bears fruit – he has no regard for the tree itself and its life. The gardener, on the other hand, cares about the fig tree, sees the life still there, and wants to give it every chance to produce… Jesus’ insistence on repentance… cannot be understood outside of God’s continuing compassion for human weakness.

In Conversation with God:

… we can only follow Christ through a life of sacrifice, juxta crucem, beside the Cross.


… february. get ink, shed tears. write of it, sob your heart out, sing, while torrential slush that roars burns in the blackness of the spring…
… he cries in the corner where nobody sees, he’s the kid with the story no one would believe, he prays every night, “dear God, won’t you please, could you send someone here who will love me?”… her office is shrinking a little each day, she’s the woman whose husband has run away, she’ll go to the gym after working today, maybe if she was thinner then he would’ve stayed, and she says, who will love me for me? not for what i have done or what i will become, who will love me for me? ’cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means… he’s waiting to die as he sits all alone, he’s a man in a cell who regrets what he’s done, he utters a cry from the depths of his soul, “oh Lord, forgive me, i want to go home,” … he heard a voice somewhere deep inside, and it said, “I know you’ve murdered and I know you’ve lied, I have watched you suffer all of your life, and now that you’ll listen, I’ll tell you that I…” I will love you for you, not for what you have done or what you will become, i will love you for you, i will give you the love, the love that you never knew…


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