3.13.13

Meds

Mary Vitamin:

… I wish that you may never be perturbed, never grow frightened, never be afraid of anything…

Anxiety is the soul’s greatest enemy, sin only excepted… nothing aggravates evil and hinders good so much as anxiety and worry… during the day… examine yourself whether your soul is in your hand, or if it has not been snatched thence by some passion or anxiety…

In Conversation with God:

He came into the world so that men might have light and stop thrashing about in the dark… a good part of today’s world… is in deep gloom, for without Christ men will never achieve peace, or happiness…

… temporal realities have been adversely affected, existing, as it were, in the shadows on the fringes of the light of Revelation… they have distorted the most elementary and basic truths… many generations which should belong to Christ and the Church are being lost… characterised by the search for material well-being at any cost, and by the corresponding disregard – or, to put it more accurately, fear, genuine terror – of anything that could cause suffering. With this outlook, words such as God, sin, Cross, mortification, eternal life… become incomprehensible to a great number of people, who are ignorant of their meaning and content… as God demands, loves, and asks, they end up throwing Him out… With a ridiculous and presumptuous pride they want to lift up in his place the poor human creature, who has lost his supernatural and human dignity and has become reduced… to a stomach, sex and money. 

The sin of man… is the root cause of the tragedies which mark the history of freedom. To understand this, many of our contemporaries will have to discover again the sense of sin.

… it is not possible for man to be respected – and even less to be loved – if God is neglected or opposed, for man is only man when he is the true image of God.

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… you’ve got you and your solitude allowing no more room for me, and you’re giving me the coldest stare to assist my sympathy, but oh, you’ve been so ruined with no sign of relief, so be a burden on me, you could put it down, go on, share your misery, there may be something in ‘we,’ a trace of brightness there that seclusion could not see, oh baby, be a burden on me… in the end i find i can’t contend with your self sufficiency, ’cause you let the echoes in your chest ring out soft and sparingly, but oh, you’ve grown so tired that maybe you’ll concede to be a burden on me, you could put it down, go on, share your misery, there may be something in ‘we,’ a trace of brightness there that seclusion could not see, oh baby, be a burden on me…

ToB #66 ~ The Resurrection and Theological Anthropology

  • phantasm – a figment of the imagination; an illusion or apparition
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