“He lowered the heavens and came down, a black cloud under his feet. He came enthroned on the Cherubim, he flew on the wings of the wind.” – Psalm 18:10
A few important things today:
Random: When I saw this photo, all I could think of was that verse.
Favor: Next Friday (12/22) is my daughter Maria’s 18th birthday. For those of you who appreciate her Mashley musical gifts I’ve oft shared here (sample here, she’s playing ukulele), I would love to collect little affirmations for her. So if you feel so moved, kindly leave a comment here (or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org) with your real/pen name and I will collect them for her. Thank you for your indulgence.
Breaking: I will take a break from blogging until after Christmas (planning to resume before January 6, Epiphany) as I wrap up a long semester and jump headlong back into family.
After 1,324 posts, close to 870,600 words (yikes Matt. 12:37), how exceedingly grateful I am to those who have over the last ~6 years read and commented on my work, who share their life and faith journeys here. To name some who have paused to comment here —
NOS, Joanna, Jennifer, AMDG, TMM, Jerry, Sherri, Bill, Beads2Rosaries, Ona, Austin, Claude, OneView, DismasDancing, Judy, Mystic, Tatia, LP, Melissa, Pat, sonflower, Michael, Denise, Louise, Ben, Susan, Susie, Maureen, GuadaGirl, Tom, Olga, Megan, David, Paulette, Tim, Thom, Br. Patrick, Fr. Jim, Sr. Assumpta, Katy, Kathy, Mary Alice, Lisa, MB, Whoopie Cushion (!), Hunter, Jeane, Tara, Suzanne, Morgan-Anthony, Laura, Victorious Love, Kathy, Whimsy, Anne and the delightful surprise of “Hope for the Flowers” Trina Paulus.
A staggering 3,247 comments (sans my replies). As I scrolled back to 2011 and on forward I was overwhelmed by the depth and beauty of what has been shared here by you all.
I am grateful to God who uses this e-hearth to bring light and warmth to those who come and stay for a while, certainly to me. My prayers for you all, by name.
A blessed last days of Advent and Christmas Octave/Season to you and your loved ones. I will leave you with three quotes that get at why I write — Pope Benedict XVI, Karl Rahner, Annie Dillard — and then let BarlowGirl sing you into Christmas.
God loves us deeply, totally and without making distinctions. He calls us to friendship with him, he makes us part of a reality beyond every imagination and every thought and word: his divine life itself.
The task of the theologian is to explain everything through God, and to explain God as unexplainable.
Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our hearts? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so that we may feel again their majesty and power? What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered? Why does death so catch us by surprise, and why love? We still and always want waking. We should amass half dressed in long lines like tribesmen and shake gourds at each other, to wake up; instead we watch television and miss the show.