The miraculous is not extraordinary, but the common mode of existence. It is our daily bread. Whoever really has considered the lilies of the field or the birds of the air, and pondered the improbability of their existence in this warm world within the cold and empty stellar distances, will hardly balk at the turning of water into wine – . . .
You will never attract the young by making Christianity easy; but a good many can be attracted by finding it difficult: difficult both to the disorderly mind and to the unruly passions.
— T.S. Eliot
This quote showed up in my today, courtesy of The Plough daily dig email. Immediately I was struck by how . . .
thoughts on Holy Innocents' day
We live in a fallen world where injustice, calamity, and horrors are too frequent and too real. Spending just a few moments reading the news quickly reminds us of these truths. At first blush, it would be easy to consider the slaughter of the Holy Innocents who gave their lives as just one more example of the brokenness of our world, and as . . .
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Jesus observed, “Without me you can do nothing.” Yet we act, for the most part, as though without us God can do nothing.…“Oh, but nothing will get done,” you say. “If I don’t do it, Christmas won’t happen.” And we crowd out Christ with our fretful fears.
God asks us to give away everything of ourselves. The gift of greatest efficacy . . .
The observance of St. Michael’s day is one of the oldest in the church liturgical calendar. In the Western Lutheran and Anglican traditions, this feast day celebrates all angels on this day, not just St. Michael. In the Roman and Eastern traditions, these celebrations are split into two separate feast days.
Traditional has it that . . .
the work of Christ in us
At times our conscience terrifies us, and our heart panics. It looks for something good in us or some good work—something for our hope to grasp hold of and think that surely God would be merciful to us and forgive us our multitude of sins, if just for this one elusive thing. Usually, our searching is for not, as we realize that we are not . . .