A man who governs his passions is master of his world. He must either command them or be enslaved by them. It is better to be a hammer than an anvil.
St. Dominic
Monday, 14 September 2015
Living with Christ
"How can this man give us his flesh to eat?”
I love asking “how” questions, Lord.
I love understanding how things work
But I can’t answer the
“how” question the crowd asks--
and I notice that you don’t even try.
Instead, you move them
to the heart of the mystery--
a faith mystery that cannot be explained
but can only be experienced and lived.
Lord, every Sunday you
feed me with the Eucharist.
Help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
As I go about my day today,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I encounter people in need,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I face difficult situations,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When things go well,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When things go badly,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I am full of doubt,
pain, sorrow, or fear,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
Jesus, thank you for
inviting me to share your life.
Please keep leading me deeper
into the paschal mystery,
so that, dying to myself
in your love, I might rise
with you to a joy
that never ends.
Amen.
I love understanding how things work
But I can’t answer the
“how” question the crowd asks--
and I notice that you don’t even try.
Instead, you move them
to the heart of the mystery--
a faith mystery that cannot be explained
but can only be experienced and lived.
Lord, every Sunday you
feed me with the Eucharist.
Help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
As I go about my day today,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I encounter people in need,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I face difficult situations,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When things go well,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When things go badly,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
When I am full of doubt,
pain, sorrow, or fear,
help me to experience
and live what you have given me.
Jesus, thank you for
inviting me to share your life.
Please keep leading me deeper
into the paschal mystery,
so that, dying to myself
in your love, I might rise
with you to a joy
that never ends.
Amen.
God judged it better
God judged it better to bring good out of evil than to suffer no evil to exist.
St. Augustine
Thursday, 22 January 2015
TINA, MY BRIDE!
TINA, MY BRIDE!
Tina read the third stanza severally and slowly. She admired the card for a long time. When she put the card down she positioned it on the altar by her bed. She took another glance at the card again and closed her eyes. She wore a broad smile.
“Who is making you soar in this type of celestial joy?”
...
Tina read the third stanza severally and slowly. She admired the card for a long time. When she put the card down she positioned it on the altar by her bed. She took another glance at the card again and closed her eyes. She wore a broad smile.
“Who is making you soar in this type of celestial joy?”
...
“How long have you been here?” Tina was obviously startled.
read more on SUNSET SERIES
read more on SUNSET SERIES
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
FREE SLAVES
It won’t be an offence if I call these men 'no men'
These creatures are too scared and fret for death
For a just cause they won’t even breathe out a word
Yet their lives ebb away with each second that
counts
They think they are men who own themselves
But they are actually slaves in big chains
Surrounded by carnivores who feed on them while they
are alive
Oh! I wonder why they slumber
Why won’t they stand against this oppression?
Now I know they have the impression
They wallow in falsity that they are in possession
They treasure their leisure in seizure and
pleasurable misdemeanor
Their transgression will keep them eternally in
repression
Gradually they wither and in skeletal swagger sink
In the abyss of regret they stink in seizure.
Each will wake up soon, a dead man!
Emilia Ikpa (21/11/2014)
Breezy brew
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