...and read Blue Like Jazz.
The first taught me about spiritual friendship, and the second taught me about living the Christian life.
More to come on both...
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Monte Cassino, Italy
You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine
About Me
- seacb
- God speaks to me in the language of all that is beautiful. It's going to take my whole life to learn how to live and risk and sacrifice and love.
Currently Reading
- The Bible
- Desiderata
- Life of the Beloved
- Three Cups of Tea
My friend is a stranger, someone I do not know.
A stranger far, far away
For his sake my heart is full of disquiet
Because he is not with me…
Who are you who so fill my heart with your absence?
Who fill the entire world with you absence?
Links
- Being! Or Nothingness
- Bubbles Bullet
- Butterfly Net
- Church of the Masses
- Clarity's Place
- Deep Furrows
- Exhortations From the Rostra
- Godsbody
- Godspy
- Happy Catholic
- John of St. Thomas
- La Nouvelle Theologie
- Nicole Habashy
- Official Site of Communion and Liberation
- Open Book
- The Dumb Ox
- The New Berchet
- Vitus Speaks
- We are Soldiers now...
- Whispers in the Loggia
There was a salesclerk who sold pills invented to quench thirst. Swallow one a week and you no longer feel any need to drink.
"Why do you sell these pills?" [the little prince asked.]
"They save so much time," the salesclerk said. "Experts have calculated that you can save fifty-three minutes a week."
"And what would you do with those fifty-three minutes?"
"Whatever you like."
"If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked," the little prince said to himself, "I'd walk very slowly toward a water fountain."
Life is the most romantic of all adventures, but only those with an adventerous heart can understand this. -G.K. Chesterton
"Where are all the men?" the little prince asked. "It is a little lonely in the desert."
"It is also lonely among men," the snake said.
"It is also lonely among men," the snake said.
Monte Cassino, Italy
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