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10 January 2010

it's not his fault. it's his plan. and his pleasure.

"...in whom I am well pleased!"

"If you cannot do great things...

... then do small things with great love" - Mother Teresa

09 January 2010

remember this...

... next time you want to complain about how hard you have it.

08 January 2010

What is love? Perhaps we may find that love is the ability of someone to give us back to us. Maybe love is someone seeing and remembering and handing us back to ourselves just a trifle better than we had dared to hope or dream …"
— Ray Bradbury - I Sing the Body Electric

06 January 2010

good friday.

24 December 2009

making room in the manger?

20 December 2009

Thousands gather to protest global warming

It is Jesus

“It is Jesus that you seek when you dream of happiness; he is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; he is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is he who provokes you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is he who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is He who reads in your heart your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle.

It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be ground down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.”
--Pope John Paul II

Carlo Carretto:

How much I must criticize you, my church, and yet how much I love you! You have made me suffer more than anyone and yet I owe more to you than to anyone. I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need your presence. You have given me much scandal and yet you alone have made me understand holiness. Never in this world have I seen anything more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous or more beautiful. Countless times I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face - and yet, every night, I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms! No, I cannot be free of you, for I am one with you, even if not completely you. Then too - where would I go? To build another church? But I could not build one without the same defects, for they are my defects. And again, if I were to build another church, it would be my church, not Christ's church. No, I am old enough, I know better.