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Matto

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The Writings of Clement of Alexandria

https://books.google.com/books?id=kzYYAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA186#v=onepage&q&f=false

I have been expanding my google books library by finding free out of copyright books, some religious and some secular. I found this book of writings of Clement of Alexandria. I first read the chapter on eating starting on page 186 and it was fascinating. I will be looking at other parts of the book in time. Apparently he was recognized as a Church Father and a Saint for a while but then was kind of un-canonized by a Pope in the fifteen hundreds. I don't know much about him yet.
I Love Watching Butterflies . . ..

MilesChristi

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

red solo cup

Among the Ruins: The Decline and Fall of the Roman Catholic Church by Paul L. Williams.
non impediti ratione cogitationis

Heinrich

Schaff Recht mir Gott und führe meine Sache gegen ein unheiliges Volk . . .   .                          
Lex Orandi, lex credendi, lex vivendi.
"Die Welt sucht nach Ehre, Ansehen, Reichtum, Vergnügen; die Heiligen aber suchen Demütigung, Verachtung, Armut, Abtötung und Buße." --Ausschnitt von der Geschichte des Lebens St. Bennos.


Bonaventure

"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me."

MilesChristi

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

red solo cup

The Storm Before the Storm: The Beginning of the End of the Roman Republic by Mike Duncan.
non impediti ratione cogitationis

Prayerful

Blaise Pascal: Reasons of the Heart by Marvin R. O'Connell. It helps explain the story of this extraordinary polymath and man of great faith and that de-facto Arnauld family undertaking of Port-Royal, and how Jesuit plotting and calumny poisoned the mind of both king and Pope. Although Augustinianism admixed with elements of Thomism could have a congruence to the heresies of Luther and particularly Calvin, denying free will and co-operative grace, which was condemned, the suppression of both Cistercian convents of Port-Royal was deeply negative. The Pope tried his best to keep back from this until the animus of Jesuits (enraged at how Blaise Pascal had oft humiliated them and caused their casuistry to be condemned by Bl Innocent XI) and pupil Louis XIV forced a much misused condemnation of 'Jansenist' propositions, most of which weren't even held by the intended target. The book notes how St Vincent de Paul was deeply hostile, and Jansenism was itself flawed, in effect, confining the Faith to a class of over-achievers.
Padre Pio: Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

Habitual_Ritual

Currently Reading:

Religions of the Orient, a Christian Perspective - John A Hardon

The Coming Revolution (Political writings of Patrick Pearse)

Literature Lost - (Coruption of the Humanities in Academia)

Dr Bill Warner's Self study course on Political Islam, levels 1-3. (Everyone should get these)


Lots more books waiting in the wings. I have been stock-piling
" There exists now an enormous religious ignorance. In the times since the Council it is evident we have failed to pass on the content of the Faith."

(Pope Benedict XVI speaking in October 2002.)

PerEvangelicaDicta

They shall not be confounded in the evil time; and in the days of famine they shall be filled
Psalms 36:19

Prayerful

Myth of the Andalusian Paradise, Dario Fernández -Morera on the myth of the convivencia, a time of tolerant Islamic ruler over 'Iberia' preceding intolerant Catholic domination. It traces to variously nineteenth century secular Spanish liberalism, Moslem states funded chairs of study, and a deep conviction that Islam can never be criticised, while Christianity can be discounted with such things as BCE and CE instead of BC and AD.
Padre Pio: Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

Jacob

"Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker's game because they almost always turn out to be—or to be indistinguishable from—self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time."
--Neal Stephenson

MilesChristi

Loved it. Constance Garnett. First time I've read it, though I picked it up 3-4 years ago
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

MilesChristi

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.