Posted by: Peadar Ban | July 28, 2012

Today, July 28, 2012

A cool mist insinuated itself through the trees around the house and around all the other housesthis morning.  In gray silence it moved along the street and over the hill westward, sneaking away before the sun had risen surely.  It came from the river a mile or so away and meant no harm.  We welcomed its coolness and damp chill.  I went downstairs and opened doors and windows hoping some of it would stay a while with us.

Several hours now have gone by and the sky looks like the sky might look above some island in the sea, and the breeze feels like the breeze might feel beneath a shady palm along a white beach in front of an emerald lagoon.  All the birds are birds of paradise this morning.

Here is something which strikes a different note, but one which promises good to you, to paraphrase a song we know.  It is something from The Christian Book Corner.

A long time ago someone we know told us that they were involved in an affair. There was a loooong silence after that statement hit our ears like a rifle crack going off right next to you. Was it advice they were looking for? Was it consolation? We were at a loss. What we finally said was, “Go to church. Go to confession. Go home.”

A while later we had a conversation with a priest who had been trying to help our friend. The priest is a rather well known psychologist, too.

He remarked that sins involving sexual attraction were the most hard to overcome.

Two sections below, actually three sections below, (Reflections From the Saints, Life in Christ, One Minute Meditations) all have something to say about the power of sexuality abnormally and excessively engaged in to take over one’s life. One might think what has anxiety to do with such things as an affair, a harmless affair. It is odd how no one ever thinks of adultery these days, alas.

But the literature, up until very recently, was full of the consequences for men, women and children of such selfishness; literature and history.   Look at David’s trouble, or Marc Antony’s and Cleopatra’s.  Think of Edward VIII of England and the “woman he loved” for a sadly tiresome example.

One of the last century’s greatest novels which earned its author a Nobel prize for literature was centered around such selfishness, anxiety and pain.  Kristin Lavransdatter is worth the reading.

We have become a “civilization” where the pain of such behavior, whether heterosexual or homosexual, is looked on as something to be celebrated, a right, a freedom. In doing so we aggravate and stir up evil, bind and hinder good. We destroy unity and celebrate chaos. We run from life and embrace death, the harlot.

Losing our way, thinking less of others and more of ourselves we have become the prodigal eating the food of pigs.

Finally, we have become afraid of death. That is our deepest anxiety, our consuming worry.

Saint of the Day:

St. Nazarius (1st century)
The son of a pagan Roman army officer, Nazarius was raised a Christian by his mother and taught religion by St. Peter the Apostle. Along with his friend St. Celsus, he evangelized in Milan. He was beheaded during the first persecution of Nero.

Reflections from the Saints:
Anxiety proceeds from an ill-regulated desire to be delivered from the evil we experience, or to acquire the good to which we aspire; nevertheless, nothing aggravates evil and hinders good so much as anxiety and worry.
– St. Francis de Sales

Scripture Verse of the Day:

2 Timothy 2:2
And what you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses entrust to faithful men who will be able to teach others also.

Life in Christ: Catechism #2351:

Lust is disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure. Sexual pleasure is morally disordered when sought for itself, isolated from its procreative and unitive purposes.

One Minute Meditations:

Beyond Death
When you think about death, do not be afraid, in spite of your sins. For he already knows that you love him and what stuff you are made of.

If you seek him, he will welcome you as the father welcomed the prodigal son; but you have to seek him.
– St. Josemaria Escriva, Furrow, #880

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Perhaps it is time to listen to something which may have been suggested before; to listen and think about what is real: the four last things. To listen and think about what is even more real, the Love which waits for us all at gate at the end of this road:

Sir John Tavener-Depart In Peace (Excerpt III-The Ending)
Tears Of The Angels CD Linn Records Produced by Andrew Keener Clio Gould – artistic director & solo violin Patricia Rozario – soprano Scottish Ensemble


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