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Showing posts with label Emmauel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emmauel. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 09, 2025

You Can't Make God Happy

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I regularly take BIG breaks from posting on this blog, generally because I am processing my thoughts in writing elsewhere. But like a cat ou...
Sunday, January 12, 2025

Confessions of a Closet Gnostic

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As soon as I type "closet gnostic" I am anticipating one of my more intellectual readers taking me to task for theological impreci...
Wednesday, December 04, 2024

Better than a Hallelujah

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 Recently I was reminded again of the song Better than a Hallelujah, which Amy Grant recorded in 2010. From the first that I heard it, it...
Tuesday, October 01, 2024

The Urgency and Simplicity of Love

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It seems that the Lord enjoys inviting me to go spelunking with Him. I am one of those people who, if an invitation seems too good, like too...
Friday, July 19, 2024

Ponderings from Dear Master, Part Two

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Fortunately I marked for myself the second piece that struck me as I was reading Ponderings from Dear Master , which I had intended to write...
Saturday, February 17, 2024

Joy Comes in the Morning

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This morning as I enter into prayer, I find a strange gratitude welling up inside of me. Gratitude in general is unusual enough for me. But ...
Sunday, December 10, 2023

Sorrow is Not Lord

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If I am to take in the lessons of the Seven Sorrows that I have been learning lately, here's the main thing: I need to hold both the re...
Saturday, December 09, 2023

Let Advent In

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Tomorrow I'm singing in a community choir Christmas concert, and today was our dress rehearsal. Somewhere along the line this morning I ...
Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Become Who You Are

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One of the reasons I write is to document the unfolding of life within me. Since childhood I have found that wrestling thoughts and feelings...
Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Disturbing Feast Day

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Léon Cogniet (1794-1880), “The Massacre of the Innocents” (photo: Public Domain) I don't like the feast of the Holy Innocents. That was ...
Tuesday, August 09, 2022

A Gift of Grace

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Six years ago today, something profound happened. In fact, it was so profound that six years later I know I'm only beginning to take it ...
Sunday, December 13, 2015

An Advent Examination of Conscience

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An examination of conscience is very important, but the term is not one I use much. I once thought it required me to mentally castigate and ...
Saturday, January 03, 2015

And This is Why I Love Epiphany

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God frequently seems to use the liturgy and liturgical feasts to teach me personal things. Sometimes the nature of how this works is that so...
Saturday, December 20, 2014

Loneliness and Christian Emptiness

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Earlier this week, I came across this quote which speaks volumes to me: God looked over the world for an empty heart -- but not a lonely...
Monday, December 15, 2014

Hope, Heaven, "Epiphanic Pointers"

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I value words highly. I especially value words that are able to convey something that is deeply meaningful to me. Sometimes I'm not able...
Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Remembering My First Love

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I went to Mass for about 18 months before I received Confirmation and entered the Church. All that time I already knew I would become a Cath...
Saturday, December 21, 2013

A Meditation on St. Ambrose's Commentary on the Visitation

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Have I ever mentioned that I love Advent? And have I ever mentioned how thrilling it can be to pray and feel your life standing in God's...
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I Used to Hate Christmas

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I was just scrolling through Facebook posts recently when suddenly I remembered: I used to hate Christmas. It's true. I did. I was u...
Sunday, December 15, 2013

John the Baptist and The Sign

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Sometimes, a picture is just worth a thousand words: The Mass readings of today held many layers of personal meaning for me. But they a...
Wednesday, September 12, 2012

This, Too

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This, too, is the face of my well-Beloved. You called to me, oh Lord, and for three years I've followed you. Your words tugged ...