My buddy Blaise Pascal is a lot like me. That is, excepting the obvious fact that he was a mathematical genius, inventor of a calculator, etc., and though I enjoy mathematics, I am a mere admirer of genius in this and many other departments. No, I mean that just like me, he needed something to constantly remind him of why he remains a Christian.
Something that he could turn to for strengthening his resolve to leave his earlier life and pursuits, and recall why he decided to give his all to Christ and His Church. Something he could turn to that would remind him of his calling when he was in “the world” but away from his Bible, his breviary, or his rosary.
You see, Blaise had a mystical vision.
Surely not, Frank! The Holy Father is too kind, and has nothing in common with Inspector Harry Callahan, SFPD.
I don’t know, dear reader. He’s pretty cagey, our Papa Francesco. His subtlety is renowned as much as his clarity. [Read more…]
Long ago, I shared a poem by Frederick Faber in this space. This week, I share the words of a hymn he wrote. You can add music, too, and sing along if you like.
I first read these words in my favorite book about my favorite Old Testament book. Faber wrote lots of hymns, Faith of Our Fathers being one of the better known ones. The following hymn is a gift that reminds me of the passage that St. Paul writes to the Corinthians: [Read more…]
And I’m not sorry to say that. Far from it. The horse I’m backing is pictured above, and the race I’m referring to is held in LeMans, France, in June.
But Frank! What about the race for POTUS? How do you not lay awake at night in fear of what is at stake? The country, man. OMG! [Read more…]
Come and see…
Pull quote for the ages, [Read more…]