Sunday, December 21, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
The veining of each golden leaf
Grows clearer in the icy winds,
So the seeing of each graying soul
Grows eager to view the whole
Of all that passed through last seasons,
Searching for good reasons…
As my hair stripes in platinum
I settle on my wondrous children
First and grand, they bring me joy.
Each grown and growing girl and boy
Like the leaves their veining show
That in past and present, they do know
The Father Reason that they live-
To trust, and love, and give
In Christ who graciously came
To forgive us deserved blame.
And if I’ve done my mother’s part,
They’ll abide within that Spirit’s heart.
Hope Ellen Rapson
Sunday, November 2, 2014
|Icon of all Saints|
In the Church calendar All Saints' Day (All Hallows or Hallowmas) refers to a feast celebrated on November 1 in honor of all the saints. Halloween, or the Eve of All Hallows, is the day preceding it. In catholicism (the universal expression of the Christian Faith), the feast remembers all those who have attained the beatific vision in heaven, while the next day, All Souls' Day remembers and gives thanks for the lives of those who have died and Christ and now repose or rest in Him.
Here is a family prayer used after treat or treating:
“Thank you Christ our God for having conquered Death by Death. Thank You that You are greater than all evil. Even the demons obey You. Lord, help us to always flee from evil or to struggle against it when we see it around us or in our own souls. Thank You for the blessings that come from struggling against evil. Lord, we thank you for the candy we received from our generous neighbors, and help us to remember that You, Holy Spirit, are the Treasury of good things and the Giver of Life. Amen.”
Here are links to a poem and a novel related to this subject, as well as information about All Saints Day.
The Deeper Mysteries of Halloween
Charles Williams' novel All Hallows Eve is the story of a man and woman whose love was so great it could bridge the gap of death; of evil so terrible as to be unmentionable, of a vision so beautiful it must be true.
All Saints Day
Monday, October 20, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
by Cynthia Erlandson
Shining wine-red trees tremble
in a rushing Whitsuntide wind
that rattles the breathing, bornagain world
with vibrant revival,
quickening ten thousand quaking tongues
to sing a fiery sanctus.
Flickering sun-colored flames crackle,
shake, break the blue,
rejoicing in orange exuberance.
Golden glorias explode in October ecstasy,
quickening the pentecostal pulse.
Burning bushes burst into sursum corda for
the season’s second coming.
The zealous horizon resounds:
sing staccato doxologies,
speaking of him who spake by the prophets,
shouting their credo:
I believe in the Holy Ghost.
Related reading: These Holy Mysteries
Sunday, September 21, 2014
“One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.” ― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
Related reading: Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek