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Tag: death (8 entries)

He Died for Me

· 21 April 2008 | 1054 words

From Br. Joseph -- We have all seen pictures of the crucifixion. There is one particular picture, a bit different from most, which I want to describe. The viewpoint of the picture is from above the Cross, a little higher...

The Longest Day

· 22 March 2008 | 324 words

My heart is a little giddy with excitement and anticipation for tonight's Easter Vigil Mass. It is my favorite Mass of the whole year, with Christmas Midnight Mass a close second. It has been a long and dark Lent for...

Being Present for the Dying

· 1 March 2008 | 580 words

I occasionally venture into the blogsphere. About a week ago, I found this except posted by Julie from the book, Caring for the Dying With the Help of Your Catholic Faith by Elizabeth Scalia. I immediately copied and pasted it...

Blind Monk’s Interview

· 28 January 2008 | 608 words

Near the end of the film Into Great Silence (technically it is a film, but it is something more), there is an interview with an old, blind monk. The years of solitude do not wear heavy on him. He is...

Anticipation

· 4 April 2007 | 105 words

Part of me feels heavy with anticipation of Good Friday. The Passion always makes me hang my spiritual head low. All is His pain and suffering and loneliness. Part of me feels light and giddy with anticipation for Easter. The...

Gradual and All at Once

· 13 March 2007 | 79 words

In one day, yesterday, I noticed the hint of green among the barren trees along the road sides. The blossoms on the Bradford pear trees are beginning to open, preparing to share their white bouques with the world. The pair...

Life is like a pearl…

· 26 December 2006 | 152 words

Life is like a pearl: it needs a grain of sand at its center--death--as the irritant, the enemy, to stimulate the production of the mother-of-pearl of life around it. But death remains at its center. At the heart of...

The Boulder We Push Against

· 4 December 2006 | 32 words

Death is the boulder we push against our whole lives. Although we never move it, we ourselves are moved, transformed, shaped by the process. (see Parable of the Man and the Rock)...