like a deer longing for water
Another year beginning and awaiting the new Pope's encyclical on love. Apparently the vetting process allowed for some tinkering, but the general thrust deals with, as the title implies, God Is Love, with the inevitable ringing of the Hans Urs von Balthusarian echoes, love, which I would believe will be agape, and erotic love. In this, he follows in the footsteps of our beloved John Paul the Great, whose Love and Responsibility, and Theology of the Body talks, constitute an emotionally redeeming and ethically demanding foundation for any talk of personal love and the dignity of life and life's loving relationships.
While I move from the English tranlation of Confessions into the redacted City of God, I've developed a fondness for St. Augustine and his beautiful and throbbing, moaning is a better rendition, love of and praising of God. It's comforting to a postModern person's ears to feel the faith expounded from a position of truth in a time where the Church was a constant and pervasive experience and faith was questioned but never treated as a remote and even quaint notion.
Work places its burdens and yokes, as usual. At least it's there and to some extent enjoyable.
Time with the kids is good as always. And taking one to Mass and singing together was righteous.
While I move from the English tranlation of Confessions into the redacted City of God, I've developed a fondness for St. Augustine and his beautiful and throbbing, moaning is a better rendition, love of and praising of God. It's comforting to a postModern person's ears to feel the faith expounded from a position of truth in a time where the Church was a constant and pervasive experience and faith was questioned but never treated as a remote and even quaint notion.
Work places its burdens and yokes, as usual. At least it's there and to some extent enjoyable.
Time with the kids is good as always. And taking one to Mass and singing together was righteous.
