03.04.14 ~ St. Casimir

Meds

1 Pt 1:11, 15 – 16

The Spirit of Christ was in them, making known to them the sufferings which Christ’s cause brings with it… it is a holy God who has called you, and you too must be holy in all the ordering of your lives; You must be holy, the scripture says, because I am holy.

In Conversation with God:

… I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord…

Persecutions… are a reward for the disciples of Christ… These trials can come  in the most diverse of forms: bloody persecution, slander, prejudice, job discrimination, mockery… we should, when they come, grasp the fact that we can turn them to good, which is part of our reward, since God allows us to share in his Cross and be more closely united to him…

Ws 7:22 – 27

Mind-enlightening is the influence that dwells in her; set high apart; one in its source, yet manifold in its operation; subtle, yet easily understood. An influence quick in movement, inviolable, persuasive, gentle, right-thinking, keen-edged, irresistible, beneficent, kindly, gracious, steadfast, proof against all error and all solicitude. Nothing is beyond its power, nothing hidden from its view, and such capacity has it that it can pervade the minds of all living men; so pure and subtle an essence is thought. Nothing so agile that it can match wisdom for agility; nothing can penetrate this way and that, etherial as she. Steam that ascends from the fervour of divine activity, pure effluence of his glory who is God all-powerful, she feels no passing taint; she, the glow that radiates from eternal light, she, the untarnished mirror of God’s majesty, she, the faithful image of his goodness. Alone, with none to aid her, she is all-powerful; herself ever unchanged, she makes all things new; age after age she finds her way into holy men’s hearts, turning them into friends and spokesmen of God.

Totus Tuum:

Virgin spouse beneath the cross, the new Eve…

God does not act in the somewhat cruel fashion of human beings. Human beings sometimes reveal wonderful things while simultaneously saying, “This is not for you.”…

… admiration is at the root of our contemplative life…

The Devil is irritated by the mystery of the Immaculate Conception, for he cannot bear such gratuitous, foundational and enveloping mercy. He cannot bear the fatherhood of God… the mystery of the Immaculate conception should be the “cause of our joy,” because there is no more radical act of mercy than this… We should consider this mystery as an inexhaustible source of joy. We must not let ourselves be paralyzed by our mistakes, our difficulties.

CCC #145

The Letter to the Hebrews, in its great eulogy of the faith of Israel’s ancestors, lays special emphasis on Abraham’s faith: “By faith, Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place which he was to receive as an inheritance; and he went out, not knowing where he was to go.” By faith, he lived as a stranger and pilgrim in the promised land. By faith, Sarah was given to conceive the son of the promise. and by faith Abraham offered his only son in sacrifice.

CCC #146

Abraham thus fulfils the definition of faith in Hebrews 11:1: “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen”: “Abraham believed God, and it was reckoned to him as righteousness.” Because he was “strong in his faith”, Abraham became the “father of all who believe”.

Playlist

… where do we go from here, how do we carry on, i can’t get beyond the questions, clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed, it cuts me with every could-have-been, pain on pain on play repeating with the backup makeshift life in waiting, everybody says that time heals everything, but what of the wretched hollow, the endless in-between… there’s nothing to see here now, turning the sign around, we’re closed to the earth til further notice, clambering for the scraps, clambering in the light… an all-out one, only one street-level miracle, i’ll be an out-and-out born again from none more cynical, everybody says that time heals everything, but what of the wretched hollow, teh endless in-between, are we just going to wait it out and sit here cold, look, you’ll be long gone by then and lackluster in dust we lay ’round old magazines, fluorescent lighting sets the scene for all we could and should be being in the one life that we’ve got…

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