Mourning the passing of bell hooks, a beautiful, bold, and courageous writer. Yrs ago, reading that she considered "The Raft is not the Shore" by Thich Nhat Hanh and Daniel Berrigan one of her "essential books" I asked her to write a foreword to new ed. She graciously complied.
The master scoffed at a petition calling for his resignation, noting that many of the signatures were from dead people, Ukrainians, bears, his own underage grandchildren, and many illiterate peasants. But it turned out to be copy of his enemies list. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Each morning, as the master read the paper, he was buoyed by sunny reports of life on the estate and ebullient accounts of his own accomplishments, unaware—perhaps willfully so—that this “alternative news” was composed during the night by his own staff. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
The master has no sense of humor. Or empathy. Or self-knowledge. He is capable of self-pity but not grief. Elation, but not joy. Desire, but not love. #TolstiysTalesofTrump
I've often thought John of the Cross is the Saint for progressive U.S. Catholics' spiritual lives. Dark Night of the Soul, indeed. "When will it be, O God that we progressive Catholics can say At last we live, We die no more?" How long O Lord? How long will you utterly forget us?
HBD, Robert. Seeing your tweet I returned to Frost's, Stopping by Woods, and saw that he wrote it in 1922, 33 years before your birth.
Then, I recalled that when I turned 33 at the NYCW, Bernie Conaughton said that "they call that [our] 'Christ Year' ".
Here's to another.
Robert, your own witness is truly that of a "missionary disciple" - one whom our brother Christ called years ago - and you answered and continue to say yes to the Joy of the Gospel. Your "send off" to the missioners spoke volumes. With gratitude this Christmastime. Peace, Mark
Next book, just sent off to some New Testament scholars for comments and corrections. Then to a copy editor, then to a fact checker, then off to @harperonebooks. When will it "come forth"? Not sure! But you'll certainly learn a lot about what Lazarus means for us today.
Life is a time for making decisive, eternal choices. Trivial choices lead to a trivial life; great choices to a life of greatness. In fact, we become what we choose. If we choose God, we grow daily in his love, and if we choose to love others, we find true happiness.
The master’s wife, tired of his “pity party,” hired an actor to play the part of his friend. But after exhausting the subject of nihilist conspiracies and DINOS (“domestics in name only”) they quickly ran out of things to say. #TolstoysTalesofTrump