Derek Fitzpatrick

This painting affects me with something ominous. Derek Fitzpatrick is the artist. I find it quite beautiful. Artists seem to know, even when they dont know.....something wicked this way comes.

Weapons of Mass Creation

Colors mean nothing to those who cannot see
or feel because their hearts have lost the touch.
In lack we fail to find divinity,
we lie to say we cannot love much.

The Christ is in the billions of the world
in same degree and will not be denied;
the Christ of innocence has often cried,
and reigned as waves of warring were unfurled.

The thorns will prick with every orphan's cry,
the nails will pierce as nameless bombs destroy.
Their vic'try in control for some means joy,
if only Christ were not in those that die.

Our peace is in the billions of the earth
when Christ is seen and touched in ev'ry birth.

Bro. David Kaczmarek, TOR
First Vows - May 31, 2003

Meet Patrick Henry Hughes -- and be amazed - The Deacon's Bench

Meet Patrick Henry Hughes -- and be amazed - The Deacon's Bench

Some gentle peasant humour

Patrick Madrid: Google is for Dhimmies

This is really interesting, and kind of confirms suspicions I did'nt even know I had until I read it.

Patrick Madrid: Google is for Dhimmies

Taking Down the Crib

Taking down the crib today. It's another of those small, sweet, unexpected brushes with mystery. In the secular world Christmas is a feast of memory. We are forever trying to recapture the wonder of the child's Christmas morning, and so it becomes a little sadder each year, a little more frenzied. Only by celebrating the religious significance, which is one of ultimate generosity, can we truly relive that moment of bliss, long ago, when we realised, 'hey, there's a day in the year when we get what we wish for', and even if what we got was not what we wished for, well, ... it was. A day of perfection, that's how I remember it. But then, even while still a child, I started on the road of reenactment in the hope of a re-experience. And the day was a little less perfect every time it came round. Do'n't tell me you live it again through your children: that's a whole different set of experiences. A feast of memory - the memories of what we once had, and the whole phenomenon of memory itself. I think it's perfectly lovely though utterly imperfect. Only since coming to an understanding of just what the crib means do I 'get it' again, that great buzz: 'hey, there's a day in the year when we remember how we got everything we could ever wish for.'

And so we lay away the figures for next Christmas. Go mbeirimid beo ar an am seo arís, le cúnamh Dé.

Ancient Evidence for Jesus from Non-Christian Sources

This delighted me. Would'nt you love to know what the hymn was that those 110 A.D. Christians sang 'in alternate verses' before sunrise?
Ancient Evidence for Jesus from Non-Christian Sources Bible.org; NET Bible, Bible Study