When Henry II said “Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?” three of his knights proceeded to Canterbury where they killed the Archbishop Thomas Becket in the cathedral. Afterward the king’s excuse was essentially “Obviously I was being sarcastic.” Dec 29 1170.
On the one hand, the master warned, civilization was facing a crisis—the likes of which the world had never been seen before. On the other hand, conditions on the the golf course were ideal. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Did Jesus ever learn the story of his birth and of the children who died in his place, and of how his parents had to flee to another land to escape the wrath of a paranoid tyrant? If so, all that is shrouded in the “hidden years” beyond the gospel narrative. @GiveUsThisDayLP
Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.”
Today, Dec 26, marks the 2nd anniversary of the death of #SisterWendy Beckett. I have returned to editing the 100s of letters we exchanged in her last years and rejoice in the memory of her holy wisdom. Her famous commentary on art was an indirect way of talking about God.
When that public stage in her life was done, she happily returned to her life as a contemplative hermit, praying throughout the night (with eyes closed!), attuned to God's breath, and through Jesus taking the whole wounded world into her heart. Reading her letters, I think of
the final conversation between St Augustine and his mother, and how, as they contemplated the happiness of the saints in heaven "the flame of love burned stronger," raising them higher, toward the eternal wisdom, until "for one fleeting instant we reached out and touched it."
She believed that heaven was all around us if we learned to see with the eyes of love. I long to see what she saw, and in the meantime to share her message with the world.
Soul Seeing: To paraphrase Gale Sayers at the end of "Brian's Song" — "I love Gerard Manley Hopkins and I'd like all of you to love him, too." Especially this Christmastime. First, let me introduce you. ncr.media/3aCAgWv
Maryknoll Father Bob McCahill’s annual Christmas letter about his like among Allah’s poor in Bangladesh are collected in his recent @OrbisBooks title, “I Am Indeed Your Brother.” orbisbooks.com/i-am-indeed-y…
“Into this world, this demented inn, in which there is absolutely no room for him at all, Christ comes uninvited. But because he cannot be at home in it, because he is out of place in it, and yet he must be in it, his place is with those others for whom there is no room. . .
For the master, Christmas was a special time for feasting with friends, family, and attorneys. A traditional season for dispensing pardons and death writs, this year everyone on the estate waited anxiously to see what they would find in their stockings. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
As religious leaders, @BethWaltemath, @dlewicki and @dpgushee write about the religious attacks against Rev. Warnock: "White conservative Christians don't own religion in the South or have the right to decide what's an acceptable way of practicing it." cnn.com/2020/12/24/opinions/…