Amazing Post

Fr. Alvin Kimel, author of pontifications, has a new post for the first time in quite a while. Disbelieving the Predestinarian God is worth a read, or two, or three. Here's a sample:

There are many days, too many days, when I do not know if I believe in God, when I do not know if God exists. But I do know whom I struggle to believe. He is the God made known in Jesus Christ. He is the God who is a holy communion of absolute love and gladness. He is the God who searches for the one lost sheep and upon finding it hoists it upon his shoulder and restores it to the flock. He is the God who turns his house upside down until he finds the one silver coin he has lost. He is the God who was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our inquities; by his stripes we are healed. This is the only God worthy of our belief.

Hot Off the Presses

Just published a few hours ago, the new encyclical by Benedict XVI has been released. It's titled Spe Salvi (Saved by Hope), and is located here.

I think I'm becoming an Anglo-Papalist, especially with such a cool, Bavarian pope.

Sometimes one has to go through the pain of separation in order to move on in life. Sometimes we must separate in order to be free. It is a relief. Even sometimes we must part from good friends. Yet it can be necessary.

Yesterday I ran through a hard, cold rain. I became soaked, yet it cleared my mind and drained my anger well. I was able to run fast, and hard - frustration is often a great fuel. I savored the discomfort of the weather, every step drove me to my inevitable determination to make a decision.

I've restarted the piano lessons I abandoned when I was young. I am starting with Satie's Gymnopedie #1. It is hard going, yet I'm progressing well. I only need master the second page, and it will be ready. For the moment, though, my hands are quite clumsy.

Song of the day:

Hymn of Thanksgiving

The Akathist Hymn: "Glory to God for All Things"

Lesson

Sometimes the Book of Proverbs can be particularly instructive. I found the following to be particularly full of wisdom:

The Reading is from Proverbs 5:1-15

My son, be attentive to my wisdom, incline your ear to my understanding; that you may keep discretion, and your lips may guard knowledge. For the lips of a loose woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps follow the path to Sheol; she does not take heed to the path of life; her ways wander, and she does not know it.

And now, O sons, listen to me, and do not depart from the words of my mouth. Keep your way far from her, and do not go near the door of her house; lest you give your honor to others and your years to the merciless; lest strangers take their fill of your strength, and your labors go to the house of an alien; and at the end of your life you groan, when your flesh and body are consumed, and you say, "How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof! I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my instructors. I was at the point of utter ruin in the assembled congregation." Drink water from your own cistern, flowing water from your own well.

I know I have yet to really write much of substance. I likely will soon.