Monday, December 13, 2010
Narnia- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
1.) Lucy's Struggle- Her major struggle was her desire to be more beautiful. The question she needed answering was, where is her worth? Is your worth tied up in your inherent dignity as a child of God? Or is your worth tied up in your brains, your strength, your beauty? Because if it is, then your happiness will always be fleeting, and as Lucy found out, jealousy will always be right behind you, keeping you away from your mission, because there's always someone smarter, stronger, more money, and more beauty, etc.
2.) Eustace and the Dragon- In Eustaces desire for greed, desire to be above others, he actually became like a dragon, only desiring gain. Before he knew it, he was a dragon. But there was no way out, no amount of money could buy his original self back. But Aslan came to the rescue, Eustace could not remove the scales, so Aslan does it free of charge. This is Jesus with His gift of grace, its totally free and open to everyone, and He can lead us back to ourselves, back to our senses.
3.) Edmund and the desire for manhood- I think the most powerful scene in the movie is at the very end, where Edmund is given a way out of the struggle by the White Witch. She says to him, "Edmund all you want is to be a Man, come with me and I will make you a man," He decides to overcome his fear, and stay to fight. I thought, wow, that sums up the whole struggle for a man. Every man is tempted to believe that the way to manhood is within sexual triumphs, but that is not it at all. The way to manhood is that we stay and fight as a servant. That we give ourselves away, and grow in virtue and self control.
The perfect character is really Reepicheep, the heroic mouse. He is small, but he knows that greatness is alive within him, so he has no fear. He knows that Aslan is never very far away, so fear is pointless anyway. But the greatest part of this character is that he sees the greatness alive in others as well. Its one thing to know that greatness is alive in our own hearts, its another to see it in everyone we meet. As C.S. Lewis was fond of saying, "There are no mere mortals,".
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Things to look for in "Its a Wonderful Life"
George Bailey is probably one of the greatest characthers in the history of movie's, probably because it stay's so true to life. There is a constant struggle in every man's heart, to live for yourself, or to die to yourself. Here's the best part of the movie, George Bailey chooses to die to himself, but he does it relunctly. People critize the characther, because it does seem that his life's choices are thrust upon him, so what is the greatness in that. But watch as George makes his first choice in the movie, as he reads the St. Lawarence quote, "You can only take with you, that which you give away," This shows that he understood the choice he was making was for others, and not for himself. There is incredible beauty in that, because as the following choices come, you can almost see those words coming into his head each time. "You can only take with you, that which you give away,".
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The Importance of Joy in the Spriitual Life
"In America, they have a feast to celebrate the arrival of the Pilgrims. Here in England, we should have a feast to celebrate their departure. "
Those fears of religious faith haunt secular people even to this day, and I think in some sense they haunt the religious believer as well. Here's the saddest part of the whole story for both the non believer and the believer, its not true. Here's a passage from the book of isiah about heaven, but also about the Kingdom of God in man's soul now,
"On this mountain the LORD of hosts
will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
On this mountain he will destroy
the veil that veils all peoples,
The web that is woven over all nations;
he will destroy death forever.
The Lord GOD will wipe away
the tears from all faces;"
St. Teresa of Avila famously commented, "Lord save us from sour faced saints," All the great saints knew that the devil is so angry about a joyful soul, because a joyful soul has great trust in God. We're called to give up on Gossip, pettiness, envy, anger. We are not called to give up on fun, and in fact fun can help us in the spiritual life, because it keeps tempations at bay. Think about it, when were sad or stressed, those are the moments when we can fall into sin the easiest.
So go out and enjoy life, and have fun, do you think God created this massive world of unbelievable beauty so that we should not enjoy it?
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Grateful for the Pope
The question for the Pope was on condoms for the prevention of Aids? Here's the Pope's answer-
There may be a basis in the case of some individuals, as perhaps when a male prostitute uses a condom, where this can be a first step in the direction of a moralization, a first assumption of responsibility, on the way toward recovering an awareness that not everything is allowed and that one cannot do whatever one wants. But it is not really the way to deal with the evil of HIV infection. That can really lie only in a humanization of sexuality.
Here's where the hope and love comes in, the first thing I thought when I read this was, the Pope believes there's even hope for a male prostitute. In some sense, could you fall any lower in the world away from your dignity of a child of God than becoming a male prostitute?, but there's hope for conversion even for a male prostitute.
All the Pope is saying is that Prostitution is such a grave evil, so beyond the pale, that a condom is not even a part of the moral equation. Its almost silly, can you imagine two prostitutes, saying, "lets stop, the Pope has said that condoms are evil," But if a prostitute used a condom, it is an awakening in his heart to some goodness, he is basically saying, "I don't want to harm this person any further, I don't want to sicken this person with aids," Its the beginning of conscience to think those things. Lastly the Pope makes it clear that the only answer to the Aids crises is a humanization of sex. Sex is not a drug, it is literally a life giving, and life creating act. To reduce it to mere pleasure is a real catastrophe, and sad, here's the Pope,"
"This means that the sheer fixation on the condom implies a banalization of sexuality, which, after all, is precisely the dangerous source of the attitude of no longer seeing sexuality as the expression of love, but only a sort of drug that people administer to themselves. This is why the fight against the banalization of sexuality is also a part of the struggle to ensure that sexuality is treated as a positive value and to enable it to have a positive effect on the whole of man’s being. "Wednesday, November 3, 2010
What a great country
Monday, October 25, 2010
The 2 Dreams from "No Country for Old Men"
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Powerful Message of Hoosiers
Monday, October 11, 2010
Fasting from Technology
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Beauty of Modesty
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Smart person accepts, the Idiot Insists
What incredible advice, and lessons to build a life upon. Take what is thrown at you, and build upon it. Say yes to your life, And I'm going to do the following. Instead of spending your life on the no of your life, but it could have been so much different.
Its so sad to watch people spend their life as a victim, if I had better parents my life would be different, if I had different friends, a different spouse, a different job, went to a different school, lived in a different area. There is so much in life to complain about, there really is, and its not getting you anywhere. The humble man accepts where he is in life, and builds, because its really the only place to start building. The prideful person just keeps on insisting on his own way.
The monk goes on to say, "The idiot is bound by his pride, it always has to be his way. This is also true of the person who is deceptive or doing things wrong. He always tries to justify himself.
A person who is bright in regard to his spiritual life is humble. He accepts what others tell him -- criticism -- ideas -- and works with them."
The humble person is always thinking about building, not looking back. The other thing that we forget, is that our weakness, sins, and sufferings could be where our greatest gift is found, but if we're not open to it we won't find it. The following quote is from Cormac McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses,
"...those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength and that they must make their way back into the common enterprise of man for without they do so it cannot go forward and they themselves will wither in bitterness"
Monday, September 20, 2010
Windows and Doors
Monday, September 13, 2010
A River Runs Through It
My wife and I watched "A River Runs Through it," on Friday night, and I have to say we loved it. We watched it before, but it never struck us as a great movie. But this time it did, maybe because we're parents now, maybe because the scenery is absolutely breathtaking.
There's some major theme's that run through the movie, the most obvious, is the desire to help those you love, and the acceptance that they may not even want your help, but that we need to do it anyway, because that is a key part of our humanity.
Something else struck me, and that is the similarities to the Bible's Story of the Prodigal Son, which happened to be Sunday's Gospel. This Elder brother is clearly more magnanimous than the Bible's version, but the similarities run through the whole movie. It shed light on something about the Bible's Prodigal Son's story. The Father in the movie, absolutely loves his Prodigal Son, he is fun to be around, he is kind, he is strong. The Father sees all the greatness about his son, but doesn't allow himself to see the weakness. I thought about two things, first, many times people who have addictions when they get help, become exceptional people, because they learn humility the hard way, and they learn to trust God and not themselves the hard way, and a lot of times their curiosity and zeal for life if directed the right way, becomes a terrific pearl for the world. The Second thing, I wonder if God doesn't see us in a similar way, because He is the one that gave us those gifts in the first place, He sees the greatness that this person can become, and He constantly desires us to wake up, and allow Him to direct those desires.
I strongly recommend re-watching "A River Runs Through it", if for no other reason than the amazing scenery.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Great Gift of Work
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The need for Silence
"We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grow in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." Mother Teresa.
This has been hitting me a lot recently, the need for silence. Technology has become such an assault on our senses, that if you don't actively seek silence everyday you will not find it. I am not against technology, as I am a proud owner of the iPhone, and I can see the good that technology brings to man, the danger is only when we become a slave to these things. A clear sign that we are becoming a slave, is when we value what's fake more than we value what's real.
This leaped off the page for me in the book Mr. Blue, which was required reading at all Jesuit high schools. The book was written in 1928, and it talks about a time when men will rather, "look at the ceilings in their rooms,", then , "explore the fields, the streams, the ocean, the mountains, the flowers,". Think about this for a second, that is exactly what has happened to kids today. They would rather play video games in their rooms, fake adventures, then find real adventures in the real world. It happens to adults to, our blackberry's, our iPhone, our gadgets, and we forsake what is most real, Our spouse, our kids, nature.
Again, technology offers the world a lot of good things, but we just have to be careful that it doesn't become an idol. The answer in my opinion is silence, nothing is more real than God's grace in our souls.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Importance of Rest
"Dear Friends, as I said, this Gospel passage is very important at vacation time, because it recalls the fact that the human person must work, must involve himself in domestic and professional concerns, to be sure, but he has need of God before all else, who is the interior light of love and truth. Without love, even the most important activities lose value and do not bring joy. Without a profound meaning, everything we do is reduced to sterile and disordered activism. And who gives us love and truth if not Jesus Christ? So let us learn, brothers and sisters, to help each other, to work together, but first of all to choose together the better part, which is and will always be our greater good.”
My goal for August this year is to use the opportunity that the month provides for additional silence and rest.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Bourne Identity
Monday, July 19, 2010
Men that love Silence
Monday, July 12, 2010
“Saving nature’s unborn from Gulf oil disaster,”
The Pro abortion movement has been able to steal language from the Pro-life movement with words like Choice, freedom. When in reality abortion has nothing to do with Choice and Freedom, because only one of the people involved is exercising and choice or freedom. My brother in law made a great point to me last weekend, that abortion as legal, should not even be a discussion, children deserve protection under the law, even from their parents, this is true from the moment they breath their first breath and it should be true from conception to natural death. The state and the individual don't have the right to take a life.
Whenever I mention abortion on this blog, I always feel moved for the women who have had an abortion, because they have been lied to more than anyone by the world. But the good news for them is confession, no priest will judge you, and the healing grace of Christ will heal the wound. I love this quote from my favorite boxer George Foreman, "Forgiveness is the thread that holds the whole world together," Its the thing we all need the most in the world, for ourselves and others.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Joy of Confession
Monday, June 28, 2010
Never Giving up and allowing ourselves to be helped
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Power of Beauty
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
If there is no God, everything is permitted.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man's laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
To live without Hope is to Cease to live.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
To love someone means to see him as God intended him.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Monday, June 14, 2010
Levity and the Spiritual Life
Levity and Joy are so important to the spiritual life, because they are the antithesis of Discouragement and hopelessness. The reason its so important to fight against discouragement and hopelessness is because these are the times when we are most easily tempted. When we are thankful and full of joy, we are more likely to choose virtue and love. The saints knew this well, below are some examples.
St. Thomas More- thought that Levity was such an important part of the spiritual life that he actually bought a pet Monkey to run around his house, because he always wanted his home to be a place of jokes and laughter. In fact, basically the last thing Thomas More ever said was a joke. He told the person that was about to behead him that, he'd better sharpen the blade, because he was known to be "thick-necked". What Faith, he is about to get his head removed, and he is cracking jokes.
St. Phillip Neri- Was known as the Clown, he valued Joy and Laughter so much. Whenever a person came to confession taking themselves to seriously, he would give them a penance to lighten them up, for example he asked one man to shave 1/2 of his beard for a week. He begged God for the gift of the Holy Spirit, and God gave it to him in abundance. It was discovered at his death that his heart was almost double the normal size, he was so kind to people in confession, that people reported feeling warm whenever they would leave confession with him. He was truly a Lion from the pulpit, but a lamb in the confessional.
John Paul II- It was found out after his death, that he would sneak out of the Vatican to make ski trips in the northern part of Italy. He thought exercise was so important, that he asked the Vatican when he became Pope to build a swimming pool, when they stated it would be too expensive to build one, he replied, can you imagine how expensive it would be to elect a new pope, and they built the pool. When a reporter spotted him skiing one time as Pope, he was amazed how talented he was, and asked, "isn't it a scandal that the Pope is such a good skier," to which JP II responded, "It would only be a scandal if the Pope weren't a great skier,"
St. Francis of Assisi- It was said that whenever a brother would come into the community looking downcast, he would tell them, "return to your cell for prayer, until you discover the Joy of your salvation,"
We are made for Joy, just look at children, its their natural response to life. Prayer and the Sacraments are the road to Joy, especially confession and the Eucharist. As St. Francis said, after spending time before the tabernacle its very hard not to find the Joy of our life. I love the below quote from Tolkien,
"Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament . . . There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth . . . which every man's heart desires."
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Positive News for a Change
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Best Things about Summer
1.) Summer Food (Bar-b-q's)- I absolutely love summer food, this could be a list in and of itself, I always think how food reflects God's goodness in so many ways, He could have just made the body to have limited needs from food, and those needs don't have to be enjoyable either, but God made it so that we need food to survive, and we can enjoy it. Corn on the cob, Jersey tomato's, wine or beer while over-looking the ocean at the beach, sea-food, water-ice, this could be a post unto itself. Food is a great opportunity for gratitude.
2.) Swimming- Pools, Ocean, Bay, Lakes- I love it all, and the fun things you can do- Surfing, water-skiing, body-surfing, exercise. Again, water reflects the goodness of God, we need it for survival, but God makes it enjoyable, I even like drinking water.
3.) Increased Family Time- There are so many things to do together as a family in the summer- Beach time, bike rides, concerts together, parades, baseball games, hikes, going for walks together at night time. We need exercise for health, but God makes it fun.
4.) Vacation-
I will add to this list as the week goes on, and please add any comments about the best things of summer;
Monday, May 24, 2010
Memorial Day Special
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Dignity of Atticus Fitch
Monday, May 10, 2010
Humility and Happiness
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Sea and The Mystery of God
Monday, April 26, 2010
Anything Possible with The Eucharist
Monday, April 19, 2010
Andy Rooney on Desire
Monday, April 5, 2010
The Great Easter Season
Monday, March 22, 2010
Your Spouse is first.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Great E-mail for Lent
1. Keep skid chains on your tongue; always say less than you think. Cultivate a low, persuasive voice. How you say it counts more than what you say.
2. Make promises sparingly, and keep them faithfully, no matter what it costs.
3. Never let an oppurtunity pass to say a kind and encouraging word to or about somebody. Praise good work, regardless of who did it. If criticism is needed, crticize helpfully, never spitefully.
4. Be interested in others, their pursuits, their work, their homes and their families. Make merry with those who rejoice; with those who weep, mourn. Let everyone you meet, however humble, feel that you regard him as a person of importance.
5. Be cheerful. Don't burden or depress those around you by dwelling on your minor aches and pains and small disappointments. Remember, everyone is carrying some kind of a load.
6. Keep an open mind. Discuss but don't argue. It is a mark of a superior mind to be able to disagree without being disagreeable.
7. Let your virtues, if you have any, speak for themselves. Refuse to talk of another's vices. Discourage gossip. It is a waste of valuable time and can be extremely destructive.
8. Be careful of another's feelings. Wit and humor at the other person's expense are rarely worth it and may hurt when least expected.
9. Pay no attention to ill-natured remarks about you. Remember, the person who carried the message may not be the most accurate reporter in the world. Simply live so that nobody will believe them. Disordered nerves and bad digestion are a common cause of backbiting.
10. Don't be too anxious about the credit due you. Do your best, adn be patient. Forget about yourself, and let others "remember." Success is much sweeter that way.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Lent and the Tongue
Monday, March 1, 2010
Achingly Beautiful
Thank you, lady, for reminding me what it was like
To fall in love with Karen.
Fifty years ago. It was her eyes that did me in,
Blue as the sapphire stonesShe bought along the
Indian Ocean.Blue, with sadness deep behind them,
And merriment like candle’s flames on golden foil.
Eyes incapable of malice,Radiant from her heart.
We talked and talked, newly met,
Though we had knownEach other ever since forever.
We knew the darkness and the night —
That may have been our deepest bond.
We weren’t afraid of night.
A woman who has suffered much, as Tolstoi wrote,Inflames a lover’s heart.
I cannot say if Karen loved me.
That was a word she rationed,
As if in uttering it she lost her self –
Which fighting to hold safe so many years,
Impressionable and unconflictive(As she wished to be) she could not give away.
To say would utterly destroy her, poof!Like dust she’d blow away.
No, it was crucial that she act with love
But seldom say the word.
Crucial that she trust.Crucial to stay the Self
She had, so much embattled, won.
But oh! I loved her
And loving her burst into joy,
An oven suddenly ignited.
Who could not love her shyness,
Her evasive smile of pleasure.
Her self-dramatizing humor about herself?
Her idle dream had been to be an actress
A comedienne of dance and music,
Light of heart and blithe.
What she really wantedWas to be the next Picasso.
Kokoschka had told her that she could.
She was self-mockingly insistent
That her I married, for her mind,
To which I readily agreed
Although not wholly true.
Yes,Without her darkness of experience,
Without her wit,
Without her flashes to the heart of things,
My soul could not have been so deeply wounded.
But I was stricken also by her figureAnd her shy, shy smile.
Still later, then, her works of art I saw,
Which took my breath away.
A woman always struggling,
Always suffering,Conflicted, active, bold.Uncompromisingly,
She stripped away the skin from straining sinews
And showed live bones in pain(Or maybe only tension)
And underneath each face the mask of death.
She saw life trulyIn its awfulness and joy.
Fiercest angels did she wrestle.
“Every angel,” her Rilke wrote, “is terrible.”
Parting (in 1962), I handed her my novel,
About a soul stripped down to nothingness
Yet rejoicing in the dark(Where alone God can be found).
Her favorite books were Avila’s,
And The Dark Night of the Soul.Mine, too.
She thought I’d been pretentious,
She later wrote,
For handing her my book.
But she read it on the plane
One end to the other.
She slyly hinted that she liked it.
So we were free to love like children
Who had learned to trust,
Yet knew the fingers on the windowpane,
In darkness and in rain.We were made to meet.
Or so I felt in thirty minutes
Across the booth from her in Harvard Square.
Most extraordinary thing:I had described her in my novel
Two years before we met.
Lovely girl, an artist,Upon Bernini’s bridge at midnight
When the Tiber turned to silver
Beneath a silver moon.*
So I knew that I had known her
And would marry her.Knew, but didn’t say a word.
For four days we did nothing
But go out together.
She was fearless driving Boston streets.
was what convinced me
She was tough.
More tough than I.
Which was in my dream.
I knew I loved her, almost bam!
It took her longer:
Three close suitors in hot pursuit,
Each one aspiring lawyer as if
In answer to her lawyer father’s prayers.
One did love her mightily, I later learned.
Thank God she took a leap toward me.
We were apart all summer,
She at the Worcester School of Art,
And I in Europe, steadily describing to her
All I saw, and quietly insinuating…
We were meant to meet.
A hundred letters sent in all–Desperate to hold her heart.
Just last month,My sister found her photo,
Sitting on my parents’ lawnIn September, 1962.
My brother Dick (whom K. had met at Harvard)
Was on his way to Bangladesh,
And Karen planned her drive from Iowa
To pick me up, both Harvard-bound,To bid dear Dick farewell.(Little did we know it was forever.)
She sits upon the lawn her knees drawn up
In short black shorts, a Vee-striped blouse
Of orange and brown, and on her head
A turban striped the same.
A skinny, gawky kid in shell-rimmed glasses
Sits as close to her as decency permits.
Can that be me?
Even then I asked myself,Can this be me?
How can that fellow sit with such a oneIn total inner peace?
Our honeymoon some ten months thence,
On Minnesota’s Forest Lake–
My beloved walked into the bath,
A towel on arm but not a stitch of clothes,
And closed the door.
Let out a piercing shriek, fell back,
Slid downward noisily onto the floor.
Had burglers broken in?
Leaping to the door, I saw a bat attacking her.I
pulled her out, and stepped inside
To face the bat, and illumination struck my mind:
“So this is what a married man is for?”Gulping folded up a towel to swing
And watched its swoopsAs closely as a pitcher’s wicked curve
When it buzzed in and dove at me.
I caught it fairly, brought it down
But in the motion felled myself.
Here Karen showed her wit,Broke in, a basket in her hands
Which she slapped down upon the now-dazed bat.
“How do we get it out of here?”I asked with weak male reason.
She answered me with motion,
Returning with a cardboard square
To slip beneath the basket.
Cool as a cop she marched it to the darkened door
And flicked it up into the night.
What a cool, cool girl, I marvel,Then and now.
St Thomas (Aquinas) wrote, “Of all friendships,Marriage is by far the greatest.”
I used to tell my classes that,
And say that it is true.
The only thing – I used to warn – is this:
If you don’t like the truth about yourself,
Then don’t get married.When you live close in,
Illusions are expensive.So once the honeymoon is over,
Your lover’s duty is
To puncture every one of yours –One by painful one.
My lover pricked an awful lot of mine.
Especially my conceits.
Annoying faults my lover also had,
So I did edit them, much to her pain.
She had a low opinion of herself,
So one more fault was more than she could bear.
I added to her pain. I’m sorry that I did.
Oh, Glory! I loved Karen,Love her still.
Irradiant soul.Valiant, courageous, strong,
Yet soft and vulnerable.
Beautiful with full and loving sensual beauty.
Funny, amusing, telling tales about herself –
Confessing all her silly faultsBefore I found them out.
She was wonderful to hug.She loved to hug.
She needed many hugs –Or maybe I did.
And now she seems so close to me.
I commune with her incessantly
Since now she sees me even to my inner self.
I hear her laughing quite a lot
As I go bouncing light to light\
And wall to wall, a pinballIn a slanted box.
She enjoysMy blunders. Always has.
It seems she has told everyone(Before she died)
I worried her–“He doesn’t know a thing around the house.
“He cannot do it for himself.”
It isn’t true, of course. I do okay.
But in an obvious sense, b’god,The girl was right.
There is no other like her. She is unique.
I was lucky, lucky, lucky,
To be with her for nearly fifty years.
That is why I look at photos,
Read old letters,
and let the burning
Burn my soul.