There is a narrow access road running down the middle of my Pennsylvania hometown cemetery, separating the Catholic “St. Mary’s Cemetery” from the Protestant “Freeport
I weep because hatred wears many costumes. Most of those we are familiar with: racism, sexism, homophobia. But one of the costumes hate wears is righteousness. It is a costume, trust me – it is not the real thing. However, that costume is worn with the belief that the wearer is in the right. We saw it in the Capitol that day – the righteous costume on a person changing out our flag. People calling themselves Christian and doing unchristian acts. People thinking they were doing the right thing by scaling the walls of a government building.
Beauty comes from hardships. Blemishes to body and spirit. I wish it were not so. Grace comes from letting it all happen the way a pot lets me chip it when I carelessly knock it during my own life-tantrums. Grace comes from us letting others hit us in their tantrums.
What does it mean to be seen by God as our true-self?
We check in with each other after a tough week; we discover what a fermentum is and we talk some more about human nature and the relationship with God from the catechism.
Luci and Jordan look into the life of the martyr Christina
“On Day 5 I envisioned an image of planets in orbit around the sun, and Day 6 brought one particular planet to the forefront — all self-contained and resplendent in its thin envelope of air. Love is a force like gravity.”