Thursday, June 24, 2010

Pondering the vanity and brevity of life...

"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
     I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
    And look upon myself, and curse my fate..." - Shakespeare, Sonnet 29
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"Let us fall into the hands of the Lord
    and not into the hands of men.
 
For equal to his majesty
    is the mercy that he shows." - Sirach 2:18

8 comments:

  1. It's all going to work out allright, in the end Terry, you know ( and you do know). St Julian of Norwich wouldn't lie, and even if ( God forbid) she did, we can hold her responsible on judgment day and the Church, 'cos they made her a sain and gave her works the old imprimateur.
    That's really sick of me, isn't it, to use as a possible 'get out' clause, but worry makes me analyse in such diverse ways...........

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  2. The Shadow knows,

    Do you have any get out of hell free clauses for me? ;)

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  3. Thank you for this, Terry.

    It reminds me of the Little Flower's words:

    “We are living now in an age of inventions, and we no longer have to take the trouble of climbing stairs, for, in the homes of the rich, an elevator has replaced these very successfully. I wanted to find an elevator which would raise me to Jesus, for I am too small to climb the rough stairway to perfection. I searched then in the Scriptures for some sign of this elevator, the object of my desires, and I read these words coming from the mouth of Eternal Wisdom: "Whosoever is a LITTLE ONE, let him come to me" (Pr. 9:4). And so I succeeded. I felt I had found what I was looking for. But wanting to know, O my God, what You would do to the very little one who answered Your call, I continued my search and this is what I discovered: "As one whom a mother caresses, so will I comfort you; you shall be carried at the breasts, and upon the knees they shall caress you" (Is. 66:13,12). Ah! Never did words more tender and more melodious come to give joy to my soul. The elevator which must raise me to heaven is Your arms, O Jesus! And for this I had no need to grow up, but rather had to remain little and become this more and more.

    O my God, You surpassed all my expectation. I want only to sing Your mercies ...”

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  4. Patrick Dunn: Dittos.
    Terry: Yes. "All is vanity"...save the love of our Lord Jesus Christ.

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  5. Why not have a laugh and go the blog called "Bad Vestments" at http://badvestments.blogspot.com/

    If anthing I`m sure the priests and bishops only wear such clothes to give a laugh to their congregations. God bless them !

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  6. Okay.
    Been there.
    Done that.
    I'll go clean up "dog vomit", thank you very much;
    and maybe vomit myself.
    Whooo-haa!
    That's just nasty, Terry:<)!

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  7. Terry - I just now got around to looking at the bad vestments - the bishops on your site look rather Wiccan.

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