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Archive for February, 2013
If you are able to visit La Casa Cordova, part of the Tucson Museum of Art, you shouldn’t miss El Nacimiento de Jesus. This traditional Mexican nativity scene is an artistic expression originating in Colonial Mexico. For centuries, celebrations of Mexican families created joyful and colorful Nacimiento displays in their home as a central part of the Christmas celebration. This large and longest-running Nacimiento exhibition is an elaborate and very special version of this cultural inheritance. In an intricate arrangement of hundreds of miniature figures, it combines the symbolism of the Spanish Colonial Catholic Church with the simplicity and faith of everyday existence in rural Mexico. Some of the scenes are from the Christmas story of the Bible; others show traditional Mexican village life with an accuracy that extends even to the tiny replicas of kitchen utensils in the country dwellings. The glow of a myriad of tiny lights binds the multifaceted collection of scenes into a magical fantasy world. A labor of love of Maria Luisa Tena, she devoted months of care each year to prepare and preserve the nacimiento in honor of her mother.
Seriously? What is his story? Why would his license plate read: BUTTS?
C. Everett Koop
Baby Doe rights and rights of handicap children
Dead at 97 years of age.
A Letter of Recommendation
As a grant writer, I view my work as an art form. Once again, in today’s second reading, we see that St. Paul was a wordsmith whose letters helped to shape and form a church, a people. Paul states that the letter that matters most of all is the human letter which is “written” in service to Christ.
He underscores for us that we do not need letters of recommendation from others. My work, my words, my actions, “They are my letter of recommendation.” “They will tell you who I am, what I believe,” and most importantly how I live and work among my family, community and in the world.
As a letter writer, Paul knew his competency was in the power of the Spirit of God who wrote through him. So too it is with me, with us that we need to recapture an understanding that is written upon our hearts and the God who writes through them. The truth is that unless God writes through us, then our attempts at writing will come to nothing. The good news is that God has chosen to write upon our hearts through many different hands. If I did not have that confidence in the Spirit’s work I would give up trying to write upon.
It seems to me that sometimes I can hear Jesus say, “Your writings are your letter of recommendations enough. For this I Rejoice and give thanks.
I have written some notes and letters that I wish had never flowed from my pen. They embarrassed me and were not carefully thought out. Written communications can be misinterpreted so easily. So if there are important things to be said, better do it face to face. For there are many emotional nuances that cannot be communicated by means of the written word. The sound of a voice, the look in a face, the reflection in the eyes, the body language, they all say so much.
Take heed in what St. Paul is saying to us today…What a letter you are! You are here to be known and read by all. You are the only recommendation required.
Someday I hope to chronicle with words my journey. What I believe is that on the final day when I stand before my Lord, that the book of my life story will be opened. I can only hope that one letter of recommendation is visibly written on my heart.
God has many writers in me, but there is but one author, God.
Personal Statement of Faith
My earliest memory of the church experience was attending daily mass. As a small child I was brought to the church by my father, a devout Catholic. I was fortunate to experience the richness of a religion steeped in tradition which included mass in a foreign language; Kyrie eleison, pater noster, agnus dei… And while one might assume we spoke in a memorizing process that called for the routine or repetition, without full attention or comprehension, as children we were being trained for adulthood into the church. Lord have mercy, Our father, Lamb of God. I learned my colors – greens, and purples and reds and whites and the significance of these colors that were visible in the vestments worn by the Priests. Until I was six, I thought that lent was a season and that the calendar year began the first Sunday of Advent. It wasn’t until Kindergarten that I learned of secularism and was happy to return to Catholic school where I would remain sheltered from the world at least for a few formative years.
As a Catholic I take the call to the church each season of lent seriously, dead serious. It is my wake up call that I am grateful for each year to experience the pain, the loss and the promise that is given to me by my Lord the Christ. I do not need to see this film. But I will because as a sinner, I will seize the opportunity to be shaken again to make a stand for my Lord who died for the sins of all.
Many will argue the brutality of the film and others will warn of the dangers of the resurgence of a hate for Christ’s ancestors, the Jews. Motivation and intent can only be known to God, never to man. Do not listen to others, look for yourself. Perhaps those of you who are “seeing” this way of the cross for the first time, the message will be clear, as the way of the Christ, there is no hate. Remember His last words,” for them Father for they know not what they do.” He asked for forgiveness from those who would harm him for all of us.
I believe in one God, (look at the primary Biblical witness to the doctrine of the Unity of God, the Shema, from the first Hebrew word of Deuteronomy 6.4: Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one
the Father Almighty, (The First Word of the Hebrew language, AV, abba, father)
maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible; Genesis, the beginning the doctrine of creation
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, Isaiah 7.14 is profoundly integrated with the great name of Almighty God, I AM THAT I AM
the only begotten Son of God, begotten of his Father before all worlds, The Second Book, Exodus, contains the first reference to God’s Son. (Exodus 4.22). This same pattern manifests in the Psalms, where the great prophecy “Thou art my son” letter of the name of God the Son, Ben. And just as the analysis of the letters Aleph Beyt teaches that God the Father is the Head of the Household of Faith, so the analysis of the letters Beyt Nun reveals the nature of God the Son: Simply stated, the Son is the Posterity of the House. He inherits his father’s house, all that his Father rules over, as it is written in Hebrew
God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father; by whom all things were made;
As shown above, the names of the first two members of the Holy Trinity follow the order of the Hebrew alphabet – Father (Av), Son (Ben). When these two words are merged into one – so they share a common Beyt (House or dwelling place) – the resulting unity our Faith – the Unity of God the Father and God the Son in the Person of the Lord Jesus Christ.
who for us men and for our salvation came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the power of the Holy Ghost through the Virgin Mary, and was made man; and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; he suffered and was buried; and the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures, and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father; and he shall come again, with glory, to judge both the quick and the dead; whose kingdom shall have no end. And I believe in the holy spirit, Lord , and Giver of Life, who proceedeth from the Father and the Son; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spake by the Prophets. And I believe in one holy and apostolic Church; I acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins; and I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come.
the sun didn’t shine it was gray, i felt blue couldn’t put a finger on it, didn’t know what to do
i looked for a sign from a lover and a friend the shadows continued, sadness didn’t end
the day it progressed from bad to worse even the pinot wouldn’t remove the curse
spiral it did, plummet it must whatever it was, this day was a bust