Van Morrison singing "Into the Mystic" is our Friday traditio
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
This version of this song positively crackles with the requisite Celtic spirit. A song of longing, a song of the wanderer longing for home, a song of love.
Blogito ergo sum! Actually, as N.T. Wright averred, "'Amor, ergo sum:' I am loved, therefore I am." Among other things, I am a Roman Catholic deacon. This is a public cyberspace in which I seek to foster Christian discipleship in the late modern milieu in the diakonia of koinonia and in the recognition that "the Eucharist is the only place of resistance to annihilation of the human subject."
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Year 2 Friday of the Third Week of Easter
This is longer than my homily. In this format, there are a few things I wanted to expand on. Readings: Acts 9:1-20; Psalm 117:1bc-2; John...
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