Remembering today the passing of a great pillar and subdeacon of our local parish. He was a man like my own father who can not abide long to hear conversation when action is required. As the celebrant at his funeral remembered, he employed half the parish, especially men like yours truly who needed a few side hustles as we worked primarily for the church. He was not your average contractor, beginning all his projects with prayer and devoutly dedicating all of his labor to God. His love for serving in the holy altar spilled out fully into his worldly labor. He never artificially separated them into sacred and secular.Continue reading
The following is a guest post from a 10-year-old boy who is one of my classmates. This research project is the culmination of a year’s study in English grammar and writing styles that homeschoolers in Classical Conversations perform in grades 4-6.
George Washington Carver was the most popular black man in the late 1800’s. He was born in 1864. Although born into slavery, he became a world renowned scientist. He is often referred to as, “The Plant Doctor “, which began at only ten years old. He learned from Creator God, which inspired his love for nature. He became a professor at the south’s famous black college, The Tuskegee Institute. With all his diligence and honors he received, he is most famous for helping others for free. Continue reading
Have you ever been to the doctor? You probably have and probably a lot of them were women. Well you may find this hard to believe but there was a time girls were not suppose to become doctors. Back in the 1800’s there were a lot of things women were not allowed to be. Women were only supposed to become mothers or wives or maybe teachers or seamstresses, being a doctor’s was definitely not a choice. What do you think changed all this?…or should I say who? Continue reading
August 6/19, 2016
Feast of the Transfiguration
of Our Lord, God & Savior,
Surrounded by darkness
In cozy contentment
A child grows inside
In mysterious confinement
Growing mouth, growing eyes
Growing nose, what surprise!
In a world without windows
What need of such supplies? Continue reading
Imperial radiance dazzles the heart with images of splendor,
But far from the mind is the hidden world where thoughts rage in a blender.
Royal hindrance needed to stem evil’s tide
To frighten the oppressor and vanquish his pride.
Alexandra whose scepter spans two earthly kingdoms
Fights inwardly, her heart to acquire ancient wisdom.
Gathers radiant virtue, her mind to possess
Offers help to the needy and comforts the distressed.
Until martyred for Christ in her adopted land of Russia
The Queen intercedes for the world and her native land of Prussia.
What Marilyn says here about hospital waiting rooms is capital pastoral theology. I have often had the same thoughts about riding the bus, except the stories are a little less desperate. Witnessing souls at the crossroads of their lives… Reminds me of one of my best beloved quotes:
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. … Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.
—C.S. Lewis “The Weight of Glory”
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” – Henry David Thoreau
Everyone should have to go into a hospital waiting room once a week and just sit – just sit and observe. I believe the results of such an experiment would be extraordinary.
Because it’s in the hospital waiting room where outward beauty is revealed for what it is and inward beauty shines.
It’s in the hospital waiting room where we are among those walking wounded. Those who bear their scars with nobility. It’s in hospital waiting rooms that you don’t try to hide tears; where you can’t hide anger or disappointment and where shock is just a part of the day’s story.
It’s in hospital waiting rooms where you realize that you share a lot more with fellow humans than you choose to admit. Where you realize that…
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