Friday, January 29, 2010
To a great extent the level of any civilization is the level of its womanhood. When a man loves a woman, he has to become worthy of her. The higher her virtue, the more her character, the more devoted she is to truth, justice, goodness, the more a man has to aspire to be worthy of her. The history of civilization could actually be written in terms of the level of its women.”
-- Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:30 AM
Thursday, January 28, 2010
"The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere."
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:49 AM
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I saw it-
a path of white rose petals
leading past the hem
of her white satin gown,
past the bridegroom
to the altar,
And I saw the path of thorns and dust
leading to Calvary,
the one the Bridegroom trod
in His blood-soaked robe
for His bride,
Two paths to Heaven-
the second one is loveliest.
(originally posted 1/11/09)
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 9:26 AM
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The flashes come and go;
All heaven bursts her starry floors,
And strows her lights below,
And deepens on and up! the gates
Roll back, and far within
For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,
To make me pure of sin.
The sabbaths of Eternity,
One sabbath deep and wide--
A light upon the shining sea--
The bridegroom with his bride!
--from Alfred, Lord Tennyson's Saint Agnes' Eve
Saint Agnes, pray for us.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 12:15 AM
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
"[God desires] not that He may say to them, "Look how mighty I am, and go down upon your knees and worship", for power alone was never yet worthy of prayer; but that He may say thus: "Look, my children, you will never be strong but with My strength. I have no other to give you. And that you can get only by trusting in Me. I can not give it you any other way. There is no other way."
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:57 AM
Friday, January 15, 2010
"A man may be haunted with doubts, and only grow thereby in faith. Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that are not yet, but have to be understood... Doubt must precede every deeper assurance; for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed."
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:44 AM
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
“What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God's eyes, our best. Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling. For these may come from a deeper level than feeling. God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when He catches us, as it were, off our guard.”
--C. S. Lewis
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:21 AM
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay--
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses. "
--Charles Kingsley in Saint's Tragedy (Act III, Scene 1)
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:20 AM
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Christmas Rose Story
When the Magi laid their rich offerings of myrrh, frankincense, and gold, by the bed of the sleeping Christ Child, legend says that a shepherd maiden stood outside the door quietly weeping.
She, too, had sought the Christ Child. She, too, desired to bring him gifts. But she had nothing to offer, for she was very poor indeed. In vain she had searched the countryside over for one little flower to bring Him, but she could find neither bloom nor leaf, for the winter had been cold.
And as she stood there weeping, an angel who just happened to be passing saw her sorrow, and brushed aside the snow at her feet. And there sprang up on the spot a cluster of beautiful winter roses, waxen white with pink tipped petals.
Not exactly myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold, said the angel, but there is nothing more beautiful for the Christ Child than these pure Christmas roses.
Joyfully the shepherd maiden gathered the roses and made her offering of a Christmas gift of roses to the Holy Child.
(A blessed little Christmas to you all on this Feast of the Epiphany of Our Lord and the first anniversary of A Trail of Flowers: thank you for following, and may Almighty God guide you every step of the way.)
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:00 AM
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
--Saint Therese of Lisieux, born January 2, 1873
Saint Therese, pray for us.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 5:43 AM