The following quote is from a sermon by Fr. Frederick William Faber, author and composer of
the famous hymn "Faith of Our Fathers," and a convert to the Catholic
Faith from Anglicanism in the 19th Century:
"To enthrone a past age in our affections above the one which God has
given us in His Church is, implicitly at least, to adopt the formula of
heresy and schism. To do so explicitly is incompatible with an orthodox
belief, as well as with true Catholic obedience. The past has a
thousand uses to us; it loses every one of them as soon as we begin to
idolize it."
Christ does not wish us to be silent; we must cry out to Him so that He may change us forever.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
St. Meinrad Schola Sings Biebl's Ave Maria
This semester, the schola of St. Meinrad Seminary were given the opportunity to record a few pieces. My sincere thanks to Sr. Bernardone Rock for her leadership in bringing out such a beautiful sound. Enjoy!
Labels:
Music,
Prayer,
St. Meinrad,
The Blessed Virgin Mary
Monday, November 12, 2012
Bishop Sheen on Contraception
This is a great way of talking about the Church's teachings on the frustration of life (aka birth control). I will always remember what Bishop Sheen said regarding the term birth control: "The words are not very proper, first of all because those who believe in it, actually believe in neither birth, nor in control." It's a bit long, but it's worth the listen.
Labels:
Bishop Sheen,
Church Teachings,
Love,
Pro-Life
Friday, November 9, 2012
"How Else?"
The following is a poem I wrote recently for a meeting of St. Meinrad's "Inklings Society": a group of seminarians who share various personal works of creative writing while enjoying the homey environs of a local pub. It's entitled "How Else?" I'll let you figure out who's speaking:
How Else?
In the Dark I walk
in stillness.
A low, deep hush;
I grasp for light.
In the Din I search
for closeness;
For some small touch;
A truth-filled sense
of near.
“Why do I go
mourning?”
Why do I sigh amidst
walking,
Searching?
God is
my portion and my cup.
Indeed, a rush -
This quenching tide.
And yet He has given
Me up.
With this is such
A drenching,
drowning tear.
I watch as I’m
dying.
Time passing by and
yet nothing;
Nothing.
But I trust, though
waters be black,
And thousands
crushed;
I am held high.
In Me, there is
nothing I lack.
For God is hunched,
Holding, calling Me
dear.
So, in the Dark I
wade.
In the Din I seek.
With a sigh I mourn.
On my path I die.
Yet I undo the hate,
And embrace the
meek.
As I rise at Morn,
Messengers on High
Greet Me.
Greet you.
You,
Yes you,
Are here in this with
Me.
No,
Not two;
You now share Divinity.
How else?
Labels:
Christology,
First's,
From the Fosh,
Poetry,
St. Meinrad
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