The Complex Life of a Church Janitor.: The Second is Equally Important. -
My last post focused on the spiritual disciplines, but I feel the need to reiterate the entire basis of how I attempt to live out my faith.
When asked about the commandments:
Jesus replied, “The most important commandment is this: ‘Listen, O Israel! The Lord our God is the one and only…
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The beautiful Judy Garland <3
“I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white impatiens
and placed my grief
in the mouth of language,
the only thing that would grieve with me.”
— “When I Am Asked” by Lisel Mueller
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God listens, not to our voice, but to our heart. He does not need to be prodded with shouts, since He sees our thoughts, as the Lord proved when He asked, ‘Why do you think evil in your hearts?’ And elsewhere He stated: ‘All the churches shall know that I am He Who searches minds and hearts.’
- Saint Cyprian of Carthage
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“But now it is still light and the blackbirds are singing
as if their voices are the only scissors left in this world.”
— Jennifer Grotz, from “Poppies”
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Polaroid rules.
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“[I wonder
what the first
beings thought
when the air
invaded their lungs.]
Until then, they
were lifeless and dumb
but suddenly their
clay came alive
as air danced
lightly on their tongues.”
— Gary Catalano, from “A Meditation on Air”
(Source: weissewiese, via the-final-sentence)
“[Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.]
All that we know, that we’re
made of, is motion.”
— Amy Clampitt, from “Nothing Stays Put” (via journalofanobody)
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“Now I know a language so beautiful and lethal
My mouth bleeds when I speak it.”
— Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “But”
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“i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.”
— Lucille Clifton, from “won’t you celebrate with me”
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