From Today's Office

Passages from today's Divine Office among other things

I will lead the blind on their journey;
by paths unknown I will lead them.
I will turn darkness into light before them,
and make crooked ways straight.

—From the book by the prophet Isaiah and from Lauds for Monday of the Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time (Week IV of the Four-Week Psalter).

Show favor, O Lord, to your servants
and mercifully increase the gifts of your grace,
that, made fervent in hope, faith, and charity,
they may be ever watchful in keeping your commands.

—The Collect for the Mass for the Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time.

Let everything that lives and breathes
give praise to the Lord.

—From Psalm 150 and from Lauds for the Sixteenth Sunday of Ordinary Time (Week IV of the Four-Week Psalter).

You will not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the plague that prowls in the darkness
nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.

A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand fall at your right,
you, it will never approach;
his faithfulness is buckler and shield.

—From Psalm 91 and from Second Compline for Sunday.

The great thing to remember is that, though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins or our indifference; and, therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, at whatever cost to us, and whatever cost to Him

—C.S. Lewis “Mere Christianity” (via tblaberge)

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But this at least is part of what he meant; that comradeship and serious joy are not interludes in our travel; but that rather our travels are interludes in comradeship and joy, which through God shall endure for ever. The inn does not point to the road; the road points to the inn. And all roads point at last to an ultimate inn, where we shall meet Dickens and all his characters: and when we drink again it shall be from the great flagons in the tavern at the end of the world.

G.K. Chesterton

Just going to leave this here, in case any of you need to give theological support for your fandom activities. 

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If you see a young monk by his own will climbing up into heaven, take him by the foot and throw him to the ground, because what he is doing is not good for him.

—Thomas Merton via inward/outward (via denisehess)

…what are virtues for the mystic are torment and sickness for the modern man or woman: estrangement, loneliness, silence, solitude, inner emptiness, deprivation, poverty, not-knowing, and so forth …. What the monks sought for in order to find God, modern men and women fly from as if it were the devil.

—Jurgen Moltmann via Richer by Far (via denisehess)

Last Sunday, for the first time in 1600 years, no mass was celebrated in Mosul. The Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS) seized Iraq’s second largest city on June 10, causing most Christians in the region to flee in terror, in new kinship with the torment of Christ crucified on the cross. The remnant of Mosul’s ancient Christian community, long inhabitants of the place where many believe Jonah to be buried, now faces annihilation behind ISIS lines. Those who risk worship must do so in silence, praying under new Sharia regulations that have stilled every church bell in the city.

Therefore, do not be disheartened, Peter; reply once, reply twice, reply a third time. The triple confession of your love is to regain what was lost three times by your fear. You must loose three times what you bound three times; untie by love that which your fear bound.

—From a sermon by Saint Augustine, bishop, and from the Office of Readings for the today’s Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul, apostles.