Posted tagged ‘Church’


May 22, 2012

I’m at the point in
Light Shining Through A Veil,
On Saint Clare’s Letters to Saint Agnes of Prague
by Edith A Van den Goorbergh, O.S.C., and Theodore H. Zweerman
where St. Clare unveils her own experience of contemplation
for St. Agnes.

I got a taste of it!


Contemplation is a different plane,
a different dimension.
It’s not so much a part of life as a quality of life.

It pervades.

It’s nourished in silence and solitude
and the intentional turning to God in prayer,
but it’s by no means limited to that.

It’s a state of soul, a way of being,
broken open to the vulnerability
of eternal Realities.

Wide-open wonder!

It is SO desirable!



Pulsing with life.

Like an exposed heart on an operating table,
a newly-hatched birdling in a nest,
an open wound.

God is tenderly protective of it
(which is why His contemplatives are enclosed!).

This is how the Blessed Virgin lived.
Jesus too.

This is the life of the Church,
the oyster in which irritating grains of sand
are turned into lustrous pearls of great price (see Matthew 13:45-46)–
where sins are redeemed,
heresies turned into illuminating doctrines.

We enter through those pearls,
those gates
(see Revelation 21:21)
for life!


Why Religion?

October 25, 2010

This isn’t my writing–and I’ve lost track of where I found it–but it’s worth sharing! A post here references the same story as being from Talks on the Creed by Fr. Arthur Tonne, OFM (© 1946)

A priest in a parlor car was joined by three well-dressed gentlemen. One of them asked the padre: “Do you think a man could get to Heaven without joining the Church?”

“I think he could,” the priest replied.

They laughed, patted him on the back and called him broadminded.

“Now let me ask you a question,” said the priest, “and I want you to answer me just as quickly as I answered you. Why do you want to go to Heaven that way?”

They stared at one another, speechless.

“Why don’t you ask me another question,” suggested the man in the Roman collar. “Why don’t you ask me if a man could get to England without going on a boat?”

This time they found words, and blurted out: “Well, what is the answer to that one?”

“I see no reason a man could not get to England without going on a ship,” the priest admitted, “provided he was a good swimmer, tied some food between his shoulders to eat on the way, had strength to buffet all the waves, and, provided a shark did not get him or a floating log knock him out. And supposed you did get to England without a ship, do you think you would get there faster or in much better condition than the man who did take a boat?”