Showing posts with label Filler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Filler. Show all posts

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Art Made By Saints ...

Drawing of the Holy Family of Nazareth
by B. Charles de Foucauld


Painting of Child Jesus
by St. Therese of Lisieux

by St. Louis-Marie de Monfort



Oops!
To be continued...


Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Saint's relics...

Heart of St. John Vianney


Un-corrupted.

I'm not aware of any brains remaining incorrupt are you?  Saint's bodies and body parts, such as St. Anthony's tongue, St. Catherine's hand, remain incorrupt - but I'm not aware of incorrupt brains specifically.  That said, it seems to me the most extracted body part venerated as a relic has been the heart.  Not the brain.*

The heart.

*However, I did read somewhere that St. Gemma Galgani's brain remained incorrupt - But I can't verify it.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Religious



Life.

I found an old blog post of mine with some stuff written by a former novice in a former monastery... on vocation and religious life.  It's really good.
I worry when those looking at the religious life look for a community that matches all of their thoughts, whether it is about theology, worship, or the world. The most traditional habit, the most detailed horarium, and the most conservative reading of the magisterium, still leave the day full of differing thoughts and opinions and require more walking by faith than by sight. The history of the church is littered with stillborn communities that were a collection of a would-be founder’s pet peeves and projects that left no room for others or even for the Holy Spirit. The rise of the great heresies and the proliferation of sects have their root in the same defensive narcissism. Likewise, many of those who leave the religious life after only a short while do so because they find that they still have to share their lives with other people, who turn out not to be perfectly like them after all. And, more terrifyingly, after a few weeks the postulant discovers that many hours are left between the community exercises of the horarium when he must confront all of the the unfinished business and ugliness within himself. - Br. Steven, O. Cist.