What are you currently reading?

Started by Francisco Suárez, December 26, 2012, 09:48:56 PM

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Gardener

Martin, I suggest not trying to win arguments, but rather explain the beauty of the Mass and everything it represents. They will then see for themselves that the outward presentation of many a Novus Ordo is in fact an affront to God.
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Prayerful

Quote from: Gardener on October 17, 2017, 11:10:26 AM
Martin, I suggest not trying to win arguments, but rather explain the beauty of the Mass and everything it represents. They will then see for themselves that the outward presentation of many a Novus Ordo is in fact an affront to God.

Yes, the NOM is so banal, shallow. The plainest Low Mass has unfathomable depths in comparison. Talking down something someone identifies with, mistakenly, raises hackles. Working off something like Fr Fortescue's intro to the many, many editions of The Roman Missal: the liturgy for layfolk and everything he wrote, is a great to way to find the words to espouse the cause of the Mass of Ages. Talking up the Mass of Ages, ignoring the NOM works better, I find.
Padre Pio: Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

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.

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I'm also going to be rereading this soon:


HaloGraphics

Yes very good book from Arroyo!!!

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.

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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.

Lumen Christi

Quote from: HaloGraphics on October 20, 2017, 10:18:00 AM
Yes very good book from Arroyo!!!
I'm very pleased in general with Raymond Arroyo. His coverage of Pope Francis' more troubling remarks with the "Papal Posse" has been very solid.

As for Chesterton, this is my first book of his. What I understand I find very clever. Much of it goes completely over my head. Oops.

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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.

Carleendiane

Quote from: MilesChristi on October 21, 2017, 06:33:27 PM
Hippolytus

Miles, you are a reading machine! You have tackled more than I have ever even tried! And I am eons older than you!
To board the struggle bus: no whining, board with a smile, a fake one will be found out and put off at next stop, no maps, no directions, going only one way, one destination. Follow all rules and you will arrive. Drop off at pearly gate. Bring nothing.

MilesChristi

Quote from: Carleendiane on October 21, 2017, 06:52:26 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on October 21, 2017, 06:33:27 PM
Hippolytus

Miles, you are a reading machine! You have tackled more than I have ever even tried! And I am eons older than you!

I'm sure my pace will slow when I get hired
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.