15Sept ID: Ex07, Hu02, Sc09, RCP11 (reprise 03April2011) -------------------
What accumulated resource of knowing, what rite of perception urges the belief that time and
space are required for me to be?   Why so tightly held by many, this faith embedded in
grammar alone?

Praise the work of an artist and he will tell you all about it; praise the performance of a  musician
and he will tell you how it fell short.

Physical science has always denied any transcendence associated with physical entities.
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The neutron fission chain originates in the remote and unimaginable domain of the atomic nucleus.
It is brought to life simply by piling up uranium.  I have never gotten over this childlike arrangement of God’s creation. 
We are all our brothers'  keeper, molders of their destiny, whether we try to help them, touch them, or simply listen, or turn away in fear and careless neglect.   How frightening, Lord!
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    Eternal Father, reaching from end to end of the universe, and ordering all things with your mighty arm: for you, time is the unfolding of truth that already is, the unveiling of beauty that is yet to be.  Your Son has saved us in history by overcoming death, so that transcending time he might free us from death.

   
If contemporary Christianity does not end its toleration of ambiguity regarding the veracity of New Testament narratives, it will continue to diffuse into the surrounding cultural mosaic.  Even now the Incarnation, core of Christian belief, is too little proclaimed as the one totally stunning event of creation.  Christmas carols, a homely example and early victim of contemporary Gnosticism, have become folk songs indifferent to the truths they enshrine.  How many Christians sink into the mood of Christmas with "I Saw Three Ships" and "What Child Is This" and do not know the difference?       Their forebears did!

Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.
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The splendor of the Virgin Birth is spread like flashes of lightning throughout the world.
St. Peter Chrysologus