<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389</id><updated>2012-02-02T21:09:37.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Not Wisdom Call?</title><subtitle type='html'>"Does not Wisdom call, does not understanding raise her voice? ...Hear, for I will speak noble things, and from my lips will come what is right." (Proverbs 8:1,6)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8403667313869793987</id><published>2012-02-02T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:09:37.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about understanding the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbjkkphAag0/TytP1uQQ6uI/AAAAAAAAJH8/aeRfB5Pwubs/s1600/Sun+setting+over+a+lake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbjkkphAag0/TytP1uQQ6uI/AAAAAAAAJH8/aeRfB5Pwubs/s400/Sun+setting+over+a+lake.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Joseph Mallord William Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Turner_-_Sun_Setting_over_a_Lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two very interesting quotations taken from an interview of the mathematical cosmologist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Swimme"&gt;Brian Swimme&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more I learn about light the more I realize, man, we don't know anything about light... It's just bizarre... a particle has it's own proper time which slows down as you speed up. But at the speed of light... there's no time. That's bizarre ... that we can, right now, as you know, see — interact with the light that has come from the birth of the universe. So ... from our point of view, that light traveled for 14 billion years but from the point of view of the light it's the moment of creation.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So I do think I do think absolutely that ... there will be a flourishing of religions, not a withering away. And they will flourish to the degree that they will move into the context of planet and universe. I even think that as a matter of fact that ... some of the central insights of the religions are more powerfully presented by what we know about the universe now then when they were first formulated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8403667313869793987?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8403667313869793987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8403667313869793987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8403667313869793987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8403667313869793987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-about-understanding-universe.html' title='Something about understanding the universe'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbjkkphAag0/TytP1uQQ6uI/AAAAAAAAJH8/aeRfB5Pwubs/s72-c/Sun+setting+over+a+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7367291721433747570</id><published>2012-01-29T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:17:40.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about self-pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh5obnsYYtM/TyXFRP--PPI/AAAAAAAAJHc/fGGeUjwRmMc/s1600/Lautrec+morse+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh5obnsYYtM/TyXFRP--PPI/AAAAAAAAJHc/fGGeUjwRmMc/s400/Lautrec+morse+man.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Henri d Toulouse-Lautrec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lautrec_young_routy_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Facebook friends posted the following today by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inayat_Khan"&gt;Inayat Khan&lt;/a&gt;. I do think it is a very insightful observation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"If one studies one's surroundings one finds that those who are happy are so because they have less thought of self. If they are unhappy it is because they think of themselves too much. A person is more bearable when he thinks less of himself. And a person is unbearable when he is always thinking of himself. There are many miseries in life, but the greatest misery is self-pity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, I want to hasten to add that self-pity is not the same as self-compassion. It's very important that we have compassion for ourselves because (among other reasons) if we don't, we are likely to project that lack of compassion onto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-pity is not only unattractive, it is profoundly dis-empowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, Jesus was never given to self-pity. But he certainly had compassion on himself as well as on others.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7367291721433747570?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7367291721433747570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7367291721433747570&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7367291721433747570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7367291721433747570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-self-pity.html' title='Something about self-pity'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh5obnsYYtM/TyXFRP--PPI/AAAAAAAAJHc/fGGeUjwRmMc/s72-c/Lautrec+morse+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8142314233781030606</id><published>2012-01-27T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:30:32.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual practice idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-mh7e7VvE/TyNBhFj94cI/AAAAAAAAJHM/ET8c2QTkOqY/s1600/man+at+secretary+desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-mh7e7VvE/TyNBhFj94cI/AAAAAAAAJHM/ET8c2QTkOqY/s400/man+at+secretary+desk.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Georg Friedrich Kersting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kersting_-_Mann_an_Sekret%C3%A4r.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness. I have actually done this (and it is a work in progress). I didn't realize before that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Waldo_Emerson"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/a&gt; recommended the practice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have benefited hugely from my little collection, by the way. I really do urge everyone to try it.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8142314233781030606?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8142314233781030606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8142314233781030606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8142314233781030606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8142314233781030606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/spiritual-practice-idea.html' title='Spiritual practice idea'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-mh7e7VvE/TyNBhFj94cI/AAAAAAAAJHM/ET8c2QTkOqY/s72-c/man+at+secretary+desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3475672793980910259</id><published>2012-01-25T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:45:45.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZCUImD1wSk/TyBbudxtRPI/AAAAAAAAJG0/kvI6OAwmhUQ/s1600/snowy+landscape+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZCUImD1wSk/TyBbudxtRPI/AAAAAAAAJG0/kvI6OAwmhUQ/s400/snowy+landscape+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Alexej Kondratjewitsch Sawrassow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Alexej_Kondratjewitsch_Sawrassow_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. The following is actually a Zen koan but just think about it for a while and I think it will come to you why I put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day Chao-chou fell down in the snow and called out, "Help me up! Help me up!" A monk came and lay down beside him Chao-chou got up and went away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3475672793980910259?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3475672793980910259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3475672793980910259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3475672793980910259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3475672793980910259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-of-empathy.html' title='The power of empathy'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZCUImD1wSk/TyBbudxtRPI/AAAAAAAAJG0/kvI6OAwmhUQ/s72-c/snowy+landscape+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7370326792012476346</id><published>2012-01-23T22:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:55:14.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The big problem with self-righteousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TcC0g04CzY/Tx45PLIOQ8I/AAAAAAAAJGU/NxVWJhhMJWs/s1600/Detail+Poussin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TcC0g04CzY/Tx45PLIOQ8I/AAAAAAAAJGU/NxVWJhhMJWs/s400/Detail+Poussin.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Nicolas Poussin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nicolas_Poussin_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/13/us/13coffin.html"&gt;William Sloane Coffin&lt;/a&gt; was (and still is) one of my heroes in life. Here's something he said that I'm not sure I ever came across before today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The temptation to moralize is strong; it is emotionally satisfying to have enemies rather than problems, to seek out culprits rather than flaws in the system. God knows it is emotionally satisfying to be righteous with that righteousness that nourishes itself on the blood of sinners. But God also knows that what is emotionally satisfying can be spiritually devastating.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, it is spiritually devastating to judge others and, more than that, to justify judging others. Oh, certainly we can be intensely provoked at times. I suppose what really matters is if, upon recognizing how judgmental we have become, we are grieved by that state of affairs or whether we are determined to continue feeling smug and gratified.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7370326792012476346?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7370326792012476346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7370326792012476346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7370326792012476346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7370326792012476346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-problem-with-self-righteousness.html' title='The big problem with self-righteousness'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TcC0g04CzY/Tx45PLIOQ8I/AAAAAAAAJGU/NxVWJhhMJWs/s72-c/Detail+Poussin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6490494437783568910</id><published>2012-01-21T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:30:41.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiating from one center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U76hFze3IW8/TxtmZAheJwI/AAAAAAAAJFs/o7xrKtEnKMU/s1600/Exotic+landscape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U76hFze3IW8/TxtmZAheJwI/AAAAAAAAJFs/o7xrKtEnKMU/s400/Exotic+landscape.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Henri Rousseau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henri_Rousseau_-_Exotic_Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, this really resonates with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mystics report that every bit of the world radiates from one center - every cricket, every grain of dust, every dream, every image, everything under the sun or beyond the sun, all art and myth and wildness. &amp;nbsp;If they are right, then we have no more important task than to seek that center.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scott_Russell_Sanders"&gt;Scott Russell Sanders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6490494437783568910?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6490494437783568910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6490494437783568910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6490494437783568910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6490494437783568910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/radiating-from-one-center.html' title='Radiating from one center'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U76hFze3IW8/TxtmZAheJwI/AAAAAAAAJFs/o7xrKtEnKMU/s72-c/Exotic+landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5239777856844343925</id><published>2012-01-20T09:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:46:11.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The delicacy of Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLC-UyOx7_I/TxmL9nJ9ucI/AAAAAAAAJFE/lJvH2AFP4WI/s1600/Old+woman+contemplating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLC-UyOx7_I/TxmL9nJ9ucI/AAAAAAAAJFE/lJvH2AFP4WI/s400/Old+woman+contemplating.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist:&amp;nbsp;Albert Edelfelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edelfelt_Larin_Paraske.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I post a lot about silence on this blog. I want to mention here that a person does not have to have an aptitude or preference for long periods of silence to benefit from the principle so beautifully honored in the quotation below. &amp;nbsp;Just a minute or so of intentional silence from time to time makes a huge difference in a person's life. Please trust me on this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It is only in identifying with Christ, it is only by plunging into the great silence of God within myself, that I can love and identify with others. It is by listening to the great silence of God, and having this strange, passive dialogue in which I become aware of the silence which is the speech of God--it is only by listening to this that I am able to speak to my brother. It is only by listening to this silence that I can acquire the ingenuity of love, the delicacy of Christ in my human relationships. In this silence I become identified with Christ, I acquire a listening heart."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- &lt;a href="https://www.avemariapress.com/author/421/Catherine-de-Hueck-Doherty/"&gt;Catherine de Hueck Doherty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5239777856844343925?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5239777856844343925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5239777856844343925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5239777856844343925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5239777856844343925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/delicacy-of-christ.html' title='The delicacy of Christ'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLC-UyOx7_I/TxmL9nJ9ucI/AAAAAAAAJFE/lJvH2AFP4WI/s72-c/Old+woman+contemplating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4901804513701008042</id><published>2012-01-14T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:09:50.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interconnectedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zf6iG_X8oc/TxHEmd7tzgI/AAAAAAAAJEM/5KL9lSlnMIU/s1600/woman+facing+the+sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zf6iG_X8oc/TxHEmd7tzgI/AAAAAAAAJEM/5KL9lSlnMIU/s400/woman+facing+the+sun.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Caspar David Friedrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Caspar_David_Friedrich_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a passage from a book by Terence Grant entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silence-Unknowing-Key-Spiritual-Life/dp/0892438282/ref=cm_rdp_product"&gt;The Silence of Unknowing&lt;/a&gt;. I think he's saying something terribly important here. Our collective lack of comprehension regarding how fundamentally connected we are is directly responsible for the prevailing belief that we can only succeed through competition and hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christ is the vine, we are the branches. We labor under the delusion that we are isolated from other people. The consequences are fear, suspicion and conflict--all of which are destroying our world today. Imagine what would happen if people were to drop this fantasy of separateness. What if even just the Christians were to let go of this delusion? What if we were to move beyond our little, separate self to discover our true Self, this shining sun that each of us is? There would be a revolution.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4901804513701008042?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4901804513701008042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4901804513701008042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4901804513701008042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4901804513701008042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/interconnectedness.html' title='Interconnectedness'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zf6iG_X8oc/TxHEmd7tzgI/AAAAAAAAJEM/5KL9lSlnMIU/s72-c/woman+facing+the+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2090471237741003021</id><published>2012-01-10T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:23:58.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGE9n9AHk04/Tw0AfrDmsOI/AAAAAAAAJDs/_IGUEhHBw54/s1600/couple+being+supportive+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGE9n9AHk04/Tw0AfrDmsOI/AAAAAAAAJDs/_IGUEhHBw54/s400/couple+being+supportive+painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Fritz von Uhde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fritz_v_Uhde_Schwerer_Gang_(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite certain I've posted the following before but I'm not sure where. I think it is utterly true and worthy of ongoing reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Eliot"&gt;George Eliot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2090471237741003021?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2090471237741003021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2090471237741003021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2090471237741003021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2090471237741003021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-purpose.html' title='Something about purpose'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGE9n9AHk04/Tw0AfrDmsOI/AAAAAAAAJDs/_IGUEhHBw54/s72-c/couple+being+supportive+painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8376025752932266319</id><published>2012-01-07T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:25:51.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making friends with silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6-01kYVdk0/TwkLWDwa_8I/AAAAAAAAJDE/GSwgq-Qxesc/s1600/Van+Gogh+A+Arlesiana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6-01kYVdk0/TwkLWDwa_8I/AAAAAAAAJDE/GSwgq-Qxesc/s400/Van+Gogh+A+Arlesiana.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Van_Gogh_-_A_Arlesiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that the loveliest, wisest, most generous thing we can do for ourselves is to make friends with silence. I see much suffering taking place within and also surrounding those unfortunates who cannot tolerate the depth and richness of experience with true silence. Here are a few thoughts and observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- Edward Hoagland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not merely an absence of noise, Real Silence begins when a reasonable being withdraws from the noise in order to find peace and order in his inner sanctuary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- Peter Minard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence is as deep as eternity; speech, shallow as time.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- Thomas Carlyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then, of course, there is my favorite (and this has been said by many but it was first told me by Bishop Mark Dyer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence is the language of God; anything else is a bad translation."&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8376025752932266319?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8376025752932266319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8376025752932266319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8376025752932266319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8376025752932266319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/making-friends-with-silence.html' title='Making friends with silence'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6-01kYVdk0/TwkLWDwa_8I/AAAAAAAAJDE/GSwgq-Qxesc/s72-c/Van+Gogh+A+Arlesiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4376832772572178795</id><published>2012-01-05T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:37:59.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelfth Night reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8rNvWn-d3A/TwZdfSGWlYI/AAAAAAAAJCk/ore_RxWLlaQ/s1600/Adoration+of+the+magi+Baroque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8rNvWn-d3A/TwZdfSGWlYI/AAAAAAAAJCk/ore_RxWLlaQ/s400/Adoration+of+the+magi+Baroque.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an &lt;a href="http://www.journeywithjesus.net/Essays/20020107JJ.shtml"&gt;essay by Dan Clendenin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As I think about Epiphany, the disclosure or unveiling of the birth of Christ in all its multi-faceted dimensions, it is clear to me that the experience of disclosure is a life long journey. It is an always unfinished task. The issues of exclusion and power above are only the tip of the iceberg. Every day we ask the Lord to reveal, to unveil to us, aspects of our lives that the Christ Child claims—work, money, family, use of our time, friendships, and on and on. We pray that he would remove the scales from our spiritual eyes so that by some miracle we understand our own lives in the same manner that He does, as far as that is possible for fallen human beings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gaspare_Diziani.jpg"&gt;Image above from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4376832772572178795?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4376832772572178795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4376832772572178795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4376832772572178795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4376832772572178795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelfth-night-reflections.html' title='Twelfth Night reflections'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8rNvWn-d3A/TwZdfSGWlYI/AAAAAAAAJCk/ore_RxWLlaQ/s72-c/Adoration+of+the+magi+Baroque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6969170036109067553</id><published>2012-01-02T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:53:28.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Receptivity to the Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JiC-DSGHk/TwJ7RruGOKI/AAAAAAAAJB0/fQiDgqH-D0s/s1600/Virgin+and+Child+Donatello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JiC-DSGHk/TwJ7RruGOKI/AAAAAAAAJB0/fQiDgqH-D0s/s400/Virgin+and+Child+Donatello.jpg" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Donatello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donatello_-_The_Virgin_and_Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not, perhaps, what we mean at Christmas time when we ask Christ to be born in us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We cannot make the Kingdom of God happen, but we can&amp;nbsp;put out leaves as it draws near.  We can be kind to each other.&amp;nbsp;We can be kind to ourselves.  We can drive back the darkness a little.&amp;nbsp;We can make green places within ourselves and among ourselves&amp;nbsp;where God can make his Kingdom happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://buechnerinstitute.org/biography/"&gt;Frederick Buechner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6969170036109067553?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6969170036109067553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6969170036109067553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6969170036109067553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6969170036109067553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2012/01/receptivity-to-christ.html' title='Receptivity to the Christ'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JiC-DSGHk/TwJ7RruGOKI/AAAAAAAAJB0/fQiDgqH-D0s/s72-c/Virgin+and+Child+Donatello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1422172891864234027</id><published>2011-12-31T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:32:49.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts for beginning a new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ee1YnZhK-B0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1422172891864234027?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1422172891864234027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1422172891864234027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1422172891864234027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1422172891864234027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-thoughts-for-beginning-new-year.html' title='Some thoughts for beginning a new year'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ee1YnZhK-B0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-55955755420249352</id><published>2011-12-30T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:24:13.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our poor flesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poLj8hSxlkw/Tv6N6q1QC-I/AAAAAAAAJA4/8yk2hiq9HSw/s1600/Nativity+Arthur+Hughes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poLj8hSxlkw/Tv6N6q1QC-I/AAAAAAAAJA4/8yk2hiq9HSw/s400/Nativity+Arthur+Hughes.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Arthur Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hughes-Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The blessed son of God only&lt;br /&gt;In a crib full poor did lie;&lt;br /&gt;With our poor flesh and our poor blood&lt;br /&gt;Was clothed that everlasting good&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Christ Jesu, God's son dear,&lt;br /&gt;Was a guest and a stranger here;&lt;br /&gt;Us for to bring from misery,&lt;br /&gt;That we might live eternally.&lt;br /&gt;All this did he for us freely,&lt;br /&gt;For to declare his great mercy;&lt;br /&gt;All Christendom be merry therefore,&lt;br /&gt;And give him thanks for evermore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myles_Coverdale"&gt;Miles Coverdale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-55955755420249352?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/55955755420249352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=55955755420249352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/55955755420249352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/55955755420249352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-poor-flesh.html' title='Our poor flesh'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poLj8hSxlkw/Tv6N6q1QC-I/AAAAAAAAJA4/8yk2hiq9HSw/s72-c/Nativity+Arthur+Hughes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5351849474702179141</id><published>2011-12-29T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:20:31.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another implication of the Incarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3yGM7bggrc/Tv0suokISgI/AAAAAAAAJAU/fK2lHxBItcQ/s1600/Virgin+and+child+Caravaggio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3yGM7bggrc/Tv0suokISgI/AAAAAAAAJAU/fK2lHxBItcQ/s400/Virgin+and+child+Caravaggio.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Caravaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Michelangelo_Merisi_da_Caravaggio_-_Madonna_Palafrenieri_(detail)_-_WGA04168.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something the great theologian, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Barth"&gt;Karl Barth&lt;/a&gt;, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“This much is certain, that we have no theological right to set any sort of limits to the loving-kindness of God which has appeared in Jesus Christ. Our theological duty is to see and understand it as being still greater than we had seen before.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would submit that this is one reason it is important to experience Christmas in a fresh way each year. Even though we may know the old story very well indeed, we have the opportunity to see and understand in a greater way every time we celebrate this great Feast of the Incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5351849474702179141?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5351849474702179141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5351849474702179141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5351849474702179141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5351849474702179141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-implication-of-incarnation.html' title='Another implication of the Incarnation'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3yGM7bggrc/Tv0suokISgI/AAAAAAAAJAU/fK2lHxBItcQ/s72-c/Virgin+and+child+Caravaggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3420608698568153661</id><published>2011-12-28T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:15:27.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A particular kind of peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99C1_tncgvY/TvsjhcYK2nI/AAAAAAAAI_A/2z_glCs0uzQ/s1600/Nativity+altar+piece+14th+Cent..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99C1_tncgvY/TvsjhcYK2nI/AAAAAAAAI_A/2z_glCs0uzQ/s400/Nativity+altar+piece+14th+Cent..jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Artist: Master of the Trebon Altarpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Master_Of_The_Trebon_Altarpiece_-_The_Adoration_of_Jesus_-_WGA14634.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's still Christmas, people, and will be through January 5 - Twelfth Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;,,,there is a...kind of peace...(that) does not come either from the denial of evil or the acceptance of oppression. This kind comes from the center of us and flows through us like a conduit to the world around us. This kind of peace is the peace of those who know truth and proclaim it, who recognize oppression and refuse to accept it, who understand God’s will for the world and pursue it. This kind of peace comes with the realization that it is our obligation to birth it for the rest of the world so that what the mangers and crèches and crib sets of the world point to can become real in us—and because of us—in our own time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://ncronline.org/user/5"&gt;Sr Joan Chittister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Joan is definitely one of my heroes in the religious life.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3420608698568153661?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3420608698568153661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3420608698568153661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3420608698568153661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3420608698568153661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/particular-kind-of-peace.html' title='A particular kind of peace'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99C1_tncgvY/TvsjhcYK2nI/AAAAAAAAI_A/2z_glCs0uzQ/s72-c/Nativity+altar+piece+14th+Cent..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1948900337344360699</id><published>2011-12-26T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:02:14.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One powerful implication of the Incarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWOFJile54Y/TvlQtbYNJ1I/AAAAAAAAI-Q/_DDg67XzKqI/s1600/Madonna+and+child+Correggio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWOFJile54Y/TvlQtbYNJ1I/AAAAAAAAI-Q/_DDg67XzKqI/s400/Madonna+and+child+Correggio.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Correggio_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a wonderful thought to keep before us during Christmastide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation, nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Pierre_Teilhard_de_Chardin"&gt; Pierre Teilhard de Chardin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1948900337344360699?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1948900337344360699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1948900337344360699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1948900337344360699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1948900337344360699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-powerful-implication-of-incarnation.html' title='One powerful implication of the Incarnation'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWOFJile54Y/TvlQtbYNJ1I/AAAAAAAAI-Q/_DDg67XzKqI/s72-c/Madonna+and+child+Correggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4365637457577455785</id><published>2011-12-25T12:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:11:03.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVd0HvOPv74/TvdkvVmPo-I/AAAAAAAAI88/yuhs8FWc3Tw/s1600/Holy+Family+Margret+Hofheinz+D%25C3%25B6ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVd0HvOPv74/TvdkvVmPo-I/AAAAAAAAI88/yuhs8FWc3Tw/s400/Holy+Family+Margret+Hofheinz+D%25C3%25B6ring.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Margret Hofheinz-Döring/ Galerie Brigitte Mauch Göppingen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Stern_von_Bethlehem,_Margret_Hofheinz-D%C3%B6ring,_Aquarell1973_(WV-Nr.5834).jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...keep knocking, and the Joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-- Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4365637457577455785?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4365637457577455785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4365637457577455785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4365637457577455785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4365637457577455785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVd0HvOPv74/TvdkvVmPo-I/AAAAAAAAI88/yuhs8FWc3Tw/s72-c/Holy+Family+Margret+Hofheinz+D%25C3%25B6ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-503649682767888758</id><published>2011-12-23T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:04:24.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Christmas away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG2p3UQW-b8/TvSl4kQSmxI/AAAAAAAAI8A/Oe4-hOIFVoU/s1600/Bethlehem+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG2p3UQW-b8/TvSl4kQSmxI/AAAAAAAAI8A/Oe4-hOIFVoU/s400/Bethlehem+painting.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Margret Hofheinz-Döring/ Galerie Brigitte Mauch Göppingen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bethlehem,_Margret_Hofheinz-D%C3%B6ring,_%C3%96l,_1966_(WV-Nr.5525).jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offering the following largely because of the words, "exuberant armfuls". That strikes me as very wonderful image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me not wrap, stack, box, bag, tie, tag, bundle, seal, keep Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas kept is liable to mold.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give Christmas away, unwrapped, by exuberant armfuls.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share, dance, live Christmas unpretentiously, merrily,&lt;br /&gt;responsibly with overflowing hands, tireless steps and sparkling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas given away will stay fresh—even until it comes again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.appleseeds.org/Dec_08.htm"&gt;Linda Felver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-503649682767888758?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/503649682767888758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=503649682767888758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/503649682767888758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/503649682767888758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/giving-christmas-away.html' title='Giving Christmas away'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG2p3UQW-b8/TvSl4kQSmxI/AAAAAAAAI8A/Oe4-hOIFVoU/s72-c/Bethlehem+painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5329069780165803758</id><published>2011-12-22T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:55:25.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYERgBED9YA/TvNurn-iYhI/AAAAAAAAI7o/QxC_tzcij_M/s1600/Christmas_card3_byLouisPrang.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYERgBED9YA/TvNurn-iYhI/AAAAAAAAI7o/QxC_tzcij_M/s400/Christmas_card3_byLouisPrang.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Christmas_card3_byLouisPrang.png"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a delightful story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few years back, under a cultural exchange program, a Texan family hosted a rabbi from Russia. It was Christmas time. The family took him to a local Chinese restaurant to celebrate a traditional Jewish Christmas. At the end of the meal, the waiter brought the check and presented each of them with a small brass Christmas tree ornament. They all laughed when someone pointed out that the ornaments were stamped “Made in India”, but the Rabbi began quietly crying. The family assumed that he was offended by the focus on Christmas but he smiled and said to them, “No. I was shedding tears of joy to be in a wonderful country in which a Buddhist gives a Jew a Christmas gift made by a Hindu.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.soulseeds.com/grapevine/2011/12/waging-peace-on-christmas/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5329069780165803758?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5329069780165803758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5329069780165803758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5329069780165803758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5329069780165803758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-christmas.html' title='Something about Christmas'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYERgBED9YA/TvNurn-iYhI/AAAAAAAAI7o/QxC_tzcij_M/s72-c/Christmas_card3_byLouisPrang.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1028517879238103848</id><published>2011-12-18T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:56:50.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearing God in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3z536_N8-s/Tu39VVTmknI/AAAAAAAAI60/BFbQTDcf0Q4/s1600/Embroidered+Annunciation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3z536_N8-s/Tu39VVTmknI/AAAAAAAAI60/BFbQTDcf0Q4/s400/Embroidered+Annunciation.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Embroidered_bookbinding_13th_century_Annunciation.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a reflection by one of my favorite preachers, Kathryn Matthews Huey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Barbara Brown Taylor, not surprisingly, addresses with great insight the question of Mary's "choice," her freedom to respond in this most unusual situation, and our freedom as well. Yes, Taylor has said that the angel announced the impending birth and didn't ask Mary for her assent, but there is a choice for Mary, "whether to say yes to it or no, whether to take hold of the unknown life the angel held out to her or whether to defend herself against it however she could." We have a similar choice in our own lives, Taylor says: "Like Mary, our choices often boil down to yes or no: yes, I will live this life that is being held out to me or no, I will not; yes, I will explore this unexpected turn of events, or no, I will not." You can say no to your life, Taylor says, "but you can rest assured that no angels will trouble you ever again." And then she takes a bold turn that calls for courage on our part, if we say yes to our lives: "You can take part in a thrilling and dangerous scheme with no script and no guarantees. You can agree to smuggle God into the world inside your own body" ("Mothers of God" in Gospel Medicine). How are you bearing God in this world?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would suggest that this is probably the most important question we could ask ourselves this time of year. (Or at any time, for that matter.)&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1028517879238103848?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1028517879238103848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1028517879238103848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1028517879238103848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1028517879238103848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/bearing-god-in-this-world.html' title='Bearing God in this world'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3z536_N8-s/Tu39VVTmknI/AAAAAAAAI60/BFbQTDcf0Q4/s72-c/Embroidered+Annunciation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5965049598140785233</id><published>2011-12-15T23:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:40:04.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absolute; the Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2t2zVKaYovs/TurZYt_XDyI/AAAAAAAAI6s/BYZ1h9fsO8E/s1600/Golden+Christ+icon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2t2zVKaYovs/TurZYt_XDyI/AAAAAAAAI6s/BYZ1h9fsO8E/s400/Golden+Christ+icon2.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Spasitel-vench2.jpg" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bridegroom is arising." And so it seems that the following is wonderfully appropriate for Advent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“It is not for the concept, but for the experience, that we use the term the Beloved. The experience of this enormity we falteringly label divine is unconditioned love. Absolute openness, unbounded mercy and compassion. We use this concept, not to name the unnameable vastness of being-- our greatest joy-- but to acknowledge and claim as our birthright the wonders and healings within.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaltransformation.com/Levine.html"&gt;Stephen Levine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5965049598140785233?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5965049598140785233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5965049598140785233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5965049598140785233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5965049598140785233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/absolute-beloved.html' title='The Absolute; the Beloved'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2t2zVKaYovs/TurZYt_XDyI/AAAAAAAAI6s/BYZ1h9fsO8E/s72-c/Golden+Christ+icon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8629439421664962591</id><published>2011-12-11T22:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:59:50.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VebU5GqMr9I/TuWGp_NrC7I/AAAAAAAAI58/LIPvjZzyI4w/s1600/stained+glass+menorah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VebU5GqMr9I/TuWGp_NrC7I/AAAAAAAAI58/LIPvjZzyI4w/s320/stained+glass+menorah.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kelberg_St._Vinzenz6304.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindy Black offers the following&amp;nbsp;for Advent on her &lt;a href="http://web.me.com/lindyblack/Sermon_Fodder/Lectionary/Entries/2011/12/11_Advent_3B.html"&gt;Sermon Nuggets page&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbi Hugo Grynn was sent to Auschwitz as a little boy.  In the midst of the concentration camp, the death and horror many Jews held onto what ever shreds of their religious observance they could.  One cold winter's night Hugo's father gathered the family in the barracks.  It was the first night of Chanukah...the feast of Lights.  The young child watched in horror as his father took the family's last pd of butter and made a makeshift candle using a string from his ragged clothes.  He then took a match and lit the "candle".  "Father , no!" Hugo cried.  "That butter is our last bit of food! How shall we live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can live for many days without food!  We cannot live for single minute without hope.  This is the fire of hope.  Never let it go out.  Not here.  Not anywhere."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Willimon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8629439421664962591?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8629439421664962591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8629439421664962591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8629439421664962591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8629439421664962591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VebU5GqMr9I/TuWGp_NrC7I/AAAAAAAAI58/LIPvjZzyI4w/s72-c/stained+glass+menorah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6085238664672330291</id><published>2011-12-05T09:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:01:07.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting God participate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idS2Z0Kr1Zg/TtzqDEJBdoI/AAAAAAAAI5M/BBxqovDLp9U/s1600/Evening%2Bprayer%2Btwo%2Bwomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682674168206816898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idS2Z0Kr1Zg/TtzqDEJBdoI/AAAAAAAAI5M/BBxqovDLp9U/s400/Evening%2Bprayer%2Btwo%2Bwomen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Giovanni Fattori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giovanni_Fattori_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another problem with the so-called "prosperity gospel". If we only believe that God is made known in the things we want and prefer, we miss an experience of God's precense in the things that are difficult:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can't love what we won't experience.... God enters the world through those of us who are willing to let God participate fully in our lives, in our suffering as well as our celebrations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Mairs"&gt;Nancy Mairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6085238664672330291?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6085238664672330291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6085238664672330291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6085238664672330291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6085238664672330291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/artist-giovanni-fattori-image-from.html' title='Letting God participate'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idS2Z0Kr1Zg/TtzqDEJBdoI/AAAAAAAAI5M/BBxqovDLp9U/s72-c/Evening%2Bprayer%2Btwo%2Bwomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8336288458552902918</id><published>2011-12-04T09:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:09:39.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to oursevles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YP8u2-cp9A/Ttuau8OvD6I/AAAAAAAAI5A/tMdWeW93Niw/s1600/John_baptist_yaroslavl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682305486090604450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YP8u2-cp9A/Ttuau8OvD6I/AAAAAAAAI5A/tMdWeW93Niw/s400/John_baptist_yaroslavl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_baptist_yaroslavl.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although not overtly about John the Baptist, the following speaks to the spirit in which the Baptist preached:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advent is a time of being deeply shaken, so that man will wake up to himself. The prerequisite for a fulfilled Advent is a renunciation of the arrogant gestures and tempting dreams with which, and in which, man is always deceiving himself.... The shaking, the awakening: with these, life merely begins to become capable of Advent. It is precisely in the severity of this awakening, in the helplessness of coming to consciousness, in the wretchedness of experiencing our limitations that the golden threads running between Heaven and earth during this season reach us; the threads that give the world a hint of the abundance to which it is called, the abundance of which it is capable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Delp"&gt;Father Alfred Delp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesuit priest, Alfred Delp, was imprisoned and then executed by the Nazis. On the way to his execution, he whispered, "In half an hour, I'll know more than you do," to the prison chaplain accompanying him. Amazing sense of humor at such a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8336288458552902918?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8336288458552902918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8336288458552902918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8336288458552902918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8336288458552902918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/waking-up-to-oursevles.html' title='Waking up to oursevles'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YP8u2-cp9A/Ttuau8OvD6I/AAAAAAAAI5A/tMdWeW93Niw/s72-c/John_baptist_yaroslavl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5814033304942424722</id><published>2011-12-01T22:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:27:10.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace - the real thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_i1gTEDxzP8/TthSiDrQdiI/AAAAAAAAI4c/8HRadxtZaCM/s1600/Volga%2BRiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681381674983650850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_i1gTEDxzP8/TthSiDrQdiI/AAAAAAAAI4c/8HRadxtZaCM/s400/Volga%2BRiver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Nikolai Galakhov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Galakhov-Nikolai-On-the-Volga-River-per16bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly agree with this:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PEACE. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of all of those things and still be calm in your heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Perhaps this is part of what St. Paul meant by "the peace that passes understanding".&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5814033304942424722?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5814033304942424722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5814033304942424722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5814033304942424722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5814033304942424722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-real-thing.html' title='Peace - the real thing'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_i1gTEDxzP8/TthSiDrQdiI/AAAAAAAAI4c/8HRadxtZaCM/s72-c/Volga%2BRiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7777072920986753368</id><published>2011-11-27T01:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:30:45.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepers, wake!</title><content type='html'>If you listen carefully to the bass line, you can hear the watchman on the heights - pacing up and down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Advent, everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_1rUz0GM-NM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7777072920986753368?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7777072920986753368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7777072920986753368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7777072920986753368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7777072920986753368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleepers-wake.html' title='Sleepers, wake!'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_1rUz0GM-NM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4994195445272710088</id><published>2011-11-24T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:12:34.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We plow the fields and gather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FR4bIZyS-4c/Ts56WTQrg4I/AAAAAAAAI3U/gWuXm5XAmpU/s1600/Hay%2Bharvest%2BPissarro.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678610703706719106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FR4bIZyS-4c/Ts56WTQrg4I/AAAAAAAAI3U/gWuXm5XAmpU/s400/Hay%2Bharvest%2BPissarro.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Camille Pissarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hay_Harvest_at_%C3%89ragny_by_Camille_Pissarro_1901.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4994195445272710088?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4994195445272710088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4994195445272710088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4994195445272710088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4994195445272710088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-plow-fields-and-gather.html' title='We plow the fields and gather...'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FR4bIZyS-4c/Ts56WTQrg4I/AAAAAAAAI3U/gWuXm5XAmpU/s72-c/Hay%2Bharvest%2BPissarro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7479841541651530081</id><published>2011-11-18T14:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:57:48.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The prayer of a great bishop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEP-qG2LQ5g/TsbGIqgxsAI/AAAAAAAAI10/GOunIkLVUkY/s1600/William%2BTemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676442232500105218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEP-qG2LQ5g/TsbGIqgxsAI/AAAAAAAAI10/GOunIkLVUkY/s400/William%2BTemple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Philip De Laszlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1942_William_Temple_Philip_De_Laszlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By one of my heroes, Archbishop William Temple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O God of love, we ask you to give us love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love in our thinking, love in our speaking, love in our doing, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and love in the hidden places of our souls;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love of our neighbours, near and far;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love of our friends, old and new;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love of those whom we find it hard to bear with us;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love of those with whom we work,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and love of those with whom we take our ease;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love in joy, love in sorrow,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love in life and love in death;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that so at length we may be worthy to dwell with you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are eternal Love. Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7479841541651530081?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7479841541651530081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7479841541651530081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7479841541651530081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7479841541651530081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/prayer-of-great-bishop.html' title='The prayer of a great bishop'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEP-qG2LQ5g/TsbGIqgxsAI/AAAAAAAAI10/GOunIkLVUkY/s72-c/William%2BTemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1605586583933743998</id><published>2011-11-15T22:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:08:28.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self emptying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_GlrHpXveg/TsNEwyV7qLI/AAAAAAAAI0g/Bakelc73d-E/s1600/praying%2Bwoman%2Bsepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675455560355129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_GlrHpXveg/TsNEwyV7qLI/AAAAAAAAI0g/Bakelc73d-E/s400/praying%2Bwoman%2Bsepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Marie Ellenrieder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Marie_Ellenrieder_Kniendes_betendes_M%C3%A4dchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This, by &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/karen-armstrong"&gt;Karen Armstrong&lt;/a&gt;, is so wonderfully expressed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Theologians in all the great faiths have devised all kinds of myths to show that this type of kenosis, of self-emptying, is found in the life of God itself. They do not do this because it sounds edifying, but because this is the way that human nature seems to work. We are most creative and sense other possibilities that transcend our ordinary experience when we leave ourselves behind.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's from her book, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/spiral-staircase-karen-armstrong/1100549232"&gt;The Spiral Staircase: My Climb Out of Darkness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1605586583933743998?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1605586583933743998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1605586583933743998&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1605586583933743998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1605586583933743998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/self-emptying.html' title='Self emptying'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_GlrHpXveg/TsNEwyV7qLI/AAAAAAAAI0g/Bakelc73d-E/s72-c/praying%2Bwoman%2Bsepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2541924734121505840</id><published>2011-11-13T07:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:08:01.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzsg2GSO_NY/Tr_OLOpu7vI/AAAAAAAAIzM/gW98XIj65oQ/s1600/grasshopper%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674480747817135858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzsg2GSO_NY/Tr_OLOpu7vI/AAAAAAAAIzM/gW98XIj65oQ/s400/grasshopper%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Tsuji Kakô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kako_Tsuji01.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've probably already posted this somewhere but never mind. It's by that astonishing marvel of a poet, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/265"&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;/a&gt;, and I truly love it. She (more than any other poet writing today, I would assert) teaches us what it means to pay attention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who made the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who made the swan, and the black bear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who made the grasshopper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This grasshopper, I mean--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one who has flung herself out of the grass,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know exactly what a prayer is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which is what I have been doing all day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me, what else should I have done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me, what is it you plan to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with your one wild and precious life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2541924734121505840?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2541924734121505840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2541924734121505840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2541924734121505840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2541924734121505840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/tell-me.html' title='Tell me'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzsg2GSO_NY/Tr_OLOpu7vI/AAAAAAAAIzM/gW98XIj65oQ/s72-c/grasshopper%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2027950610741306028</id><published>2011-11-09T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:54:52.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the promise of renewal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlYUFHdIPRM/Trq963Qb3zI/AAAAAAAAIyo/2dfPrFneh_A/s1600/Sermon%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673055499589508914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlYUFHdIPRM/Trq963Qb3zI/AAAAAAAAIyo/2dfPrFneh_A/s400/Sermon%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmount.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Fra Angelico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Frescoangelico100216.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can hardly imagine how things would look myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“If contemporary Christians took seriously the possibility that those outside the boundaries of the church might hold the promise of renewal, if we ceased regarding ourselves as the source of salvation and the secular world as a potential threat, and if we emulated Jesus' example in accepting the faith and the courage of those who live beyond conventional standards of purity, well, I can hardly imagine how things would look.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.lancasterseminary.edu/153410127201519930/site/default.asp"&gt;Greg Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2027950610741306028?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2027950610741306028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2027950610741306028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2027950610741306028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2027950610741306028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-is-promise-of-renewal.html' title='Where is the promise of renewal?'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlYUFHdIPRM/Trq963Qb3zI/AAAAAAAAIyo/2dfPrFneh_A/s72-c/Sermon%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3242319115687375957</id><published>2011-11-06T12:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:53:26.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsVOBTT4tC8/TrbWF6Fu-CI/AAAAAAAAIxg/DT8on5Y1OCQ/s1600/Virgin%2Bwith%2Boil%2Blamp.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671956177700714530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsVOBTT4tC8/TrbWF6Fu-CI/AAAAAAAAIxg/DT8on5Y1OCQ/s400/Virgin%2Bwith%2Boil%2Blamp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Friedrich Wilhelm Schadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Schadow,FW-Die_klugen_und_t%C3%B6richten_Jungfrauen-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some parishes will be observing All Saints today but I want to focus on the propers for Pentecost 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found the following over on &lt;a href="http://web.me.com/lindyblack/Sermon_Fodder/Lectionary/Entries/2011/11/6_pentecost_21A.html"&gt;Lindy Black's page&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Palestine, young couples wouldn't go away for a week-long honeymoon, instead, they would stay at their home and would have a sort of "open house" for their friends. Everyone treated the couple as royalty, the week following their wedding ceremony was undoubtedly the best week of their lives. Before the wedding, the maidens kept the bride company outside of the groom's house as she waited for him to arrive. They'd bring lamps to use while they waited because they were not allowed in the streets at night without light. Because the groom could come at any time, even at night, they had to stay and wait. No one knew exactly when he'd arrive. They didn't print invitations and invite people to come at a precise time for the wedding, it happened whenever the bridegroom came. It could be today, it could be tomorrow or it could be next week. When the bridegroom approached, a messenger would go out into the streets and declare, "Behold, the bridegroom is coming" then the maidens would accompany the bride into the house for the wedding ceremony and the week-long celebration to follow. (Barclay 354) There was a small window of opportunity to walk through the door into the house. Once the wedding began, no one else was admitted. In other words, it wasn't possible to be too early, but it was possible to be too late, you couldn't just walk in and find a seat in the back, when the door was shut, it was shut and it wouldn't be opened again. So when Jesus told this parable, His listeners had a cultural point of reference that made it come alive to them. They immediately got his point about the importance of preparation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I would be remiss if I didn't share this gem with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back in the days when only young men prepared for pastoral ministry, a certain Dr. Eislen, president of Garrett Seminary, preached on this parable in chapel. When he reached the climax of his message, he yelled at his seminarians, "Young men, tell me, would you rather be in the light with the wise virgins, or out in the dark with the foolish virgins?" Such laughter arose that chapel was dismissed early that day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.me.com/lindyblack/Sermon_Fodder/Lectionary/Entries/2011/11/6_pentecost_21A.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mickey Anders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not familiar with the parable of the wise and foolish virgins, please go right &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parable_of_the_Ten_Virgins"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3242319115687375957?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3242319115687375957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3242319115687375957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3242319115687375957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3242319115687375957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-preparation.html' title='Something about preparation'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsVOBTT4tC8/TrbWF6Fu-CI/AAAAAAAAIxg/DT8on5Y1OCQ/s72-c/Virgin%2Bwith%2Boil%2Blamp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8239081755768844544</id><published>2011-11-02T08:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:14:43.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who have gone before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6fP1Js6t4w/TrFF-wN1dVI/AAAAAAAAIwk/DsVxZ9eAN-Y/s1600/St.%2BJerome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390350233302354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6fP1Js6t4w/TrFF-wN1dVI/AAAAAAAAIwk/DsVxZ9eAN-Y/s400/St.%2BJerome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Antonello da Messina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Antonello_da_Messina_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's All Souls Day. Yesterday was All Saints Day. On both days we think about the departed about whom we care or who have influenced us in some way and for whom we're grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something I found that I really, really like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes the saint is loved not simply for his closeness to God but for his patent humanity. The saint has a temper, flies off the handle, loses his or her cool in pursuit of a great ideal. St. Jerome, the first translator of the Bible into Latin, was famously irascible, once writing that one of his detractors "walked like a tortoise." To take another example, St. Peter is beloved not only because he was a great apostle, but for his many flaws: denying Jesus three times before the crucifixion, among them. Holiness makes its home in humanity. That insight says, “They’re not perfect. Maybe I could aspire to this level of achievement.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- James Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of that wonderful hymn I learned as a child: "I sing a song of the saints of God..." that quite wonderfully ends, "And I mean to be one too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May it be so for each one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(A tip of the hat to &lt;a href="http://kirkepiscatoid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirkepiscatoid&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8239081755768844544?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8239081755768844544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8239081755768844544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8239081755768844544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8239081755768844544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/11/those-who-have-gone-before.html' title='Those who have gone before'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6fP1Js6t4w/TrFF-wN1dVI/AAAAAAAAIwk/DsVxZ9eAN-Y/s72-c/St.%2BJerome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7594380330037413329</id><published>2011-10-30T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:23:27.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing the ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8x6B-II8GM/Tq15RgOnoTI/AAAAAAAAIwY/XQoByxtfotM/s1600/expecting%2Bworking%2Bcouple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669320847545311538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8x6B-II8GM/Tq15RgOnoTI/AAAAAAAAIwY/XQoByxtfotM/s400/expecting%2Bworking%2Bcouple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Mikhail Natarevich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Natarevich-Mikhail-Revival-dec23bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've emphasized the following principle before on this blog. It bears pondering again from another writer's point of view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The great lesson from the true mystics . . . is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's back yard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;— Abraham H. Maslow in&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Religions-Values-Peak-Experiences-Compass-Abraham/dp/0140194878"&gt;Religions, Values, and Peak Experiences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7594380330037413329?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7594380330037413329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7594380330037413329&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7594380330037413329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7594380330037413329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherishing-ordinary.html' title='Cherishing the ordinary'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8x6B-II8GM/Tq15RgOnoTI/AAAAAAAAIwY/XQoByxtfotM/s72-c/expecting%2Bworking%2Bcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2892183964923259101</id><published>2011-10-27T18:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:39:25.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A kind of taking stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4n6e-zuz9k/Tqnq94Ks1bI/AAAAAAAAIvo/0blvIUjTcow/s1600/Gauguin%2Bpraying%2Bgirl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668319954792666546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4n6e-zuz9k/Tqnq94Ks1bI/AAAAAAAAIvo/0blvIUjTcow/s400/Gauguin%2Bpraying%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Paul Gauguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gauguin_-_Betende_Bretonin_-_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently come across some material about the spiritual teacher, &lt;a href="http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/teachers/teachers.php?id=211&amp;amp;g=0"&gt;Robert Benson&lt;/a&gt;. Here's something he said that speaks to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes letting go of a spiritual practice can be as important as adding a new one. Sometimes reshaping one to account for a new set of circumstances is needed. Sometimes there is a hole in our spiritual practice that must be filled, and we can tell it because we are beginning to run on empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows those things unless they have a rule, formal or informal, and unless they stop to look at it from time to time and make note of what is to be found there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of the people I've talked to over the years are convinced that in cultivating a spiritual and interior life we are required to take on new practices. I really like Benson's outlook here about sometimes needing to do just the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2892183964923259101?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2892183964923259101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2892183964923259101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2892183964923259101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2892183964923259101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/kind-of-taking-stock.html' title='A kind of taking stock'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4n6e-zuz9k/Tqnq94Ks1bI/AAAAAAAAIvo/0blvIUjTcow/s72-c/Gauguin%2Bpraying%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-572812641601298164</id><published>2011-10-26T17:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:03:05.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wd6fJKL18E/TqiOtCgUPFI/AAAAAAAAIu4/zcsbZTZSqAo/s1600/anger%2Band%2Bthe%2Bletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667937035463441490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wd6fJKL18E/TqiOtCgUPFI/AAAAAAAAIu4/zcsbZTZSqAo/s400/anger%2Band%2Bthe%2Bletter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Dmitri Minaevich Sinodi-Popov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_Blonskaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm offering you something very brief today. It's by Ralph Waldo Emerson and I think it is profoundly focused and powerful. I plan to spend quite a bit of time reflecting on it because I think there's a lot being said here - a lot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-572812641601298164?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/572812641601298164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=572812641601298164&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/572812641601298164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/572812641601298164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-and-pain.html' title='Love and pain'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wd6fJKL18E/TqiOtCgUPFI/AAAAAAAAIu4/zcsbZTZSqAo/s72-c/anger%2Band%2Bthe%2Bletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5323210951610284395</id><published>2011-10-26T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:18:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 33 chanted</title><content type='html'>Oh, dear people. This is so pure, precise and very, very lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jxl-x8LMnbQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5323210951610284395?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5323210951610284395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5323210951610284395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5323210951610284395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5323210951610284395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/psalm-33-chanted.html' title='Psalm 33 chanted'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jxl-x8LMnbQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5327746753551220939</id><published>2011-10-23T10:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:04:09.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation and solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E430-YUKkL8/TqQ5UnbeykI/AAAAAAAAIuU/pr1JhQLIn-Y/s1600/Hermit%2Bwoman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666717257483340354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E430-YUKkL8/TqQ5UnbeykI/AAAAAAAAIuU/pr1JhQLIn-Y/s400/Hermit%2Bwoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hermit Woman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Wojciech Gerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wojciech_Gerson-Pustelnica.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is definitely one of my favorite sayings from the Desert Mothers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amma Syncletica said, "There are many who live in the mountains and behave as if they were in the town; they are wasting their time. It is possible to be a solitary in one's mind while living in a crowd; and it is possible for those who are solitaries to live in the crowd of their own thoughts."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This saying is one I rely upon when people remark to to me, "Funny; you don't look like a hermit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to answer, "When I look like a hermit, nobody sees me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to the point, however, is that the value of solitude is more in one's state of mind than whether one is literally (physically) around other people or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5327746753551220939?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5327746753551220939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5327746753551220939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5327746753551220939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5327746753551220939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/contemplation-and-solitude.html' title='Contemplation and solitude'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E430-YUKkL8/TqQ5UnbeykI/AAAAAAAAIuU/pr1JhQLIn-Y/s72-c/Hermit%2Bwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8302870538536778109</id><published>2011-10-21T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:47:16.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snsNGvlHEmI/TqGF5tt2HoI/AAAAAAAAItk/vN7oCQSC6_s/s1600/Girl%2Bin%2Bpink%2Bapron.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snsNGvlHEmI/TqGF5tt2HoI/AAAAAAAAItk/vN7oCQSC6_s/s400/Girl%2Bin%2Bpink%2Bapron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665957032779718274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist: Edwin Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edwin_Harris_-_Girl_In_A_Pink_Apron.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following was included in the email newsletter of the Diocese of Oklahoma.  Including an "examen of consciousness" in one's daily routine is something I was taught in the convent.  It's really a very powerful (and soothing) practice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Daily  Examen is a technique of prayerful reflection on the events of the  day in order to detect God's presence and discern his direction     for us.  The Examen is an ancient practice in the Church that can help us see God's hand at work in our whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The method presented here is adapted from a technique described by Ignatius Loyola in his Spiritual Exercises. St. Ignatius thought that the Examen was a gift that came directly from God, and that God wanted it to be shared as widely as possible. One of the few rules of prayer that Ignatius made for the Jesuit order was the requirement that Jesuits practice the Examen twice daily-at noon and at the end of the day. It's a habit that Jesuits, and many other Christians, practice to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a version of the five-step Daily Examen that St. Ignatius practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Become aware of God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Review the day with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay attention to your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Choose one feature of the day and pray from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look toward tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8302870538536778109?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8302870538536778109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8302870538536778109&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8302870538536778109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8302870538536778109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-within.html' title='Looking within'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snsNGvlHEmI/TqGF5tt2HoI/AAAAAAAAItk/vN7oCQSC6_s/s72-c/Girl%2Bin%2Bpink%2Bapron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4857975142402257474</id><published>2011-10-19T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:10:33.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming more fully human</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-OHn4y_gGZk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone is not familiar with the works of Walter Wink, you can find out more about him right &lt;a href="http://www.westarinstitute.org/Fellows/wink.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4857975142402257474?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4857975142402257474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4857975142402257474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4857975142402257474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4857975142402257474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/becoming-more-fully-human.html' title='Becoming more fully human'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-OHn4y_gGZk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2567310773287415447</id><published>2011-10-16T08:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:53:44.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ns2Nq_T1M/TprhHi7NwfI/AAAAAAAAIs0/NXcRvYMoFP0/s1600/Procopius_the_Righteous_Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664087001122324978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ns2Nq_T1M/TprhHi7NwfI/AAAAAAAAIs0/NXcRvYMoFP0/s400/Procopius_the_Righteous_Praying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Nicholas Roerich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Procopius_the_Righteous_Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was very influenced by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Main"&gt;Fr. John Main&lt;/a&gt; starting about twenty years ago or so. He was very much a major player in the revival of meditative practices in contemplative Christianity. Here's something he said that I like very much:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“...Our challenge as Christians is not to try to covert people around us to our way of belief but to love them, to be ourselves living incarnations of what we believe, to live what we believe and to love what we believe.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2567310773287415447?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2567310773287415447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2567310773287415447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2567310773287415447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2567310773287415447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/artist-nicholas-roerich-image-from.html' title='Our challenge'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ns2Nq_T1M/TprhHi7NwfI/AAAAAAAAIs0/NXcRvYMoFP0/s72-c/Procopius_the_Righteous_Praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7116548985206427415</id><published>2011-10-15T23:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:54:43.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk slowly, smile, drink tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDu__FxRxN4/Tppi87huwyI/AAAAAAAAIso/yx22kqvxNaU/s1600/tea%2Bdrinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663948280282661666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDu__FxRxN4/Tppi87huwyI/AAAAAAAAIso/yx22kqvxNaU/s400/tea%2Bdrinker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Jean-Baptiste Siméon Chardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jean-Baptiste_Sim%C3%A9on_Chardin_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's something that I think is really quite lovely and wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“From time to time, to remind ourselves to relax and be peaceful, we may wish to set aside some time for a retreat, a day of mindfulness, when we can walk slowly, smile, drink tea with a friend, enjoy being together as if we are the happiest people on Earth.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's by the marvelous Vietnamese monk, Thich Nhat Hanh.&lt;br /&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7116548985206427415?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7116548985206427415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7116548985206427415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7116548985206427415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7116548985206427415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/walk-slowly-smile-drink-tea.html' title='Walk slowly, smile, drink tea'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDu__FxRxN4/Tppi87huwyI/AAAAAAAAIso/yx22kqvxNaU/s72-c/tea%2Bdrinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2543568034118377224</id><published>2011-10-14T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:00:18.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another comforter</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J6RgaPTo4hE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the time to listen to this, please, and let yourself be uplifted and consoled. It's only two minutes and ten seconds long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2543568034118377224?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2543568034118377224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2543568034118377224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2543568034118377224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2543568034118377224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-comforter.html' title='Another comforter'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J6RgaPTo4hE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2278443522078951918</id><published>2011-10-11T20:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:12:40.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With the heart of anyone in need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FLBDIieu-g/TpT3Brd7JpI/AAAAAAAAIsQ/vSgW2wjwwHk/s1600/Two%2Btramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662422239731721874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FLBDIieu-g/TpT3Brd7JpI/AAAAAAAAIsQ/vSgW2wjwwHk/s400/Two%2Btramps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: László Mednyánszky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Medny%C3%A1nszky,_L%C3%A1szl%C3%B3_-_Two_Tramps_(Prying,_ca1910).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Day"&gt;Dorothy Day&lt;/a&gt; has been one of my personal heroes for many, many years now. Here's something she said that is so very pertinent today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ is always with us, always asking for room in our hearts. But now it is with the voice of our contemporaries that he speaks, with the eyes of store clerks, factory workers, and children that he gazes; with the hands of office workers, slum dwellers, and suburban housewives that he gives. It is with the feet of soldiers and tramps that he walks, and with the heart of anyone in need that he longs for shelter. And giving shelter or food to anyone who asks for it, or needs it, is giving it to Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2278443522078951918?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2278443522078951918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2278443522078951918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2278443522078951918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2278443522078951918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-heart-of-anyone-in-need.html' title='With the heart of anyone in need'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FLBDIieu-g/TpT3Brd7JpI/AAAAAAAAIsQ/vSgW2wjwwHk/s72-c/Two%2Btramps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5614542035410894871</id><published>2011-10-10T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:49:22.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The need to give</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktjsCanaygY/TpMT0gSF5uI/AAAAAAAAIsA/0OEBY8Q6wS8/s1600/giving%2Balms%2Bto%2Bbeggars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktjsCanaygY/TpMT0gSF5uI/AAAAAAAAIsA/0OEBY8Q6wS8/s400/giving%2Balms%2Bto%2Bbeggars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661890949274789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Manner_of_Francis_Wheatley,_Giving_alms_to_beggar_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day, I came across a book published in 1946 called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peace-Mind-Joshua-Loth-Liebman/dp/0671202987"&gt;Peace of Mind&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_L._Liebman"&gt;Rabbi Joshua Loth Liebman&lt;/a&gt;.  It was given to my mother by her aunt Freida for Christmas of 1948. My mom would have been pregnant with me at the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an excerpt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The primary joy of life is acceptance, approval, the sense of appreciation and companionship of our human comrades. Many people do not understand that the need for fellowship is really as deep as the need for food, and so they go throughout life accepting many substitutes for genuine, warm, simple relatedness....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;There comes a time in the development of every ego when it must love its neighbors or become a twisted and stunted personality.  The normal mature man and woman has with him a surplus "urge to give."  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man's restless yearning to give something of himself, whether it be a physical child or a spiritual child - the child of his mind - a bridge, a poem, a song, an invention, a cure of disease - is the true answer to all cynics and pessimists who maintain that man is total selfishness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to read the whole book. It's dated, yes. But it seems to contain a lot of wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5614542035410894871?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5614542035410894871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5614542035410894871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5614542035410894871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5614542035410894871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/need-to-give.html' title='The need to give'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktjsCanaygY/TpMT0gSF5uI/AAAAAAAAIsA/0OEBY8Q6wS8/s72-c/giving%2Balms%2Bto%2Bbeggars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6681760731101231067</id><published>2011-10-05T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:24:01.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather...</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the lack of posting. I'm down with a really bad cold, I'm sorry to say, and will be back to normal posting when I'm feeling a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6681760731101231067?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6681760731101231067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6681760731101231067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6681760731101231067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6681760731101231067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather...'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-827126750351240417</id><published>2011-10-02T20:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:19:25.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God and the human mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Herkulaneischer_Meister_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659083322034585554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-oBdz0q-Ys/TokaTFw1f9I/AAAAAAAAIrw/IcZc47RFNrE/s400/Pompeii%2Bwoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think both of these by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._W._Tozer"&gt;W. Tozer&lt;/a&gt; are worthy of considerable reflection:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If God gives you a watch, are you honoring Him more by asking Him what time it is or by simply consulting the watch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-827126750351240417?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/827126750351240417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=827126750351240417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/827126750351240417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/827126750351240417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-and-human-mind.html' title='God and the human mind'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-oBdz0q-Ys/TokaTFw1f9I/AAAAAAAAIrw/IcZc47RFNrE/s72-c/Pompeii%2Bwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1770472261011038730</id><published>2011-09-30T12:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:46:25.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greening the desert; scaling the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqFtqQ-zoo/ToYExb7F8QI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/0Aw1JLUzZOU/s1600/Moon%2Band%2BMountains%2Bwatercolor.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqFtqQ-zoo/ToYExb7F8QI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/0Aw1JLUzZOU/s400/Moon%2Band%2BMountains%2Bwatercolor.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658215229193318658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kaukasus.png"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very influenced by &lt;a href="http://www.pottershousedc.org/elizabeth"&gt;Elizabeth O'Connor&lt;/a&gt; during the period in which I was attempting to discern whether or not to enter the religious life. Here's something quite wonderful that she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every single one of us has a good work to do in life. This good work not only accomplishes something needed in the world, but completes something in us. When it is finished, a new work emerges that will help make green a desert place as well as scale another mountain inside ourselves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think by "good work to do in life" she means anything particularly grand as the world would evaluate such work. It can be very hidden indeed or really quite simple. Nevertheless, that good work is something that is truly needed and something that helps us grow interiorly as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1770472261011038730?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1770472261011038730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1770472261011038730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1770472261011038730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1770472261011038730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/deserts-and-mountains.html' title='Greening the desert; scaling the mountain'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqFtqQ-zoo/ToYExb7F8QI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/0Aw1JLUzZOU/s72-c/Moon%2Band%2BMountains%2Bwatercolor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2214985300313543075</id><published>2011-09-29T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:37:50.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Michael and All Angels</title><content type='html'>Here's another re-post for your edification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SsIrDLQN2yI/AAAAAAAAFao/C7T82THGrms/s1600-h/Maslow%27s+hierarchy.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SsIif8zGmXI/AAAAAAAAFag/Wn09x3v2eC0/s1600-h/St.+Michael+mosaic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386906036580292978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SsIif8zGmXI/AAAAAAAAFag/Wn09x3v2eC0/s400/St.+Michael+mosaic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St Michael, 12th-century mosaic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:St_Michael_La_Martorana_Palermo_2008-08-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow"&gt;Maslow's hierachy of needs&lt;/a&gt;? They are ususally depicted on a pyramid with our most basic requirements for survival and well being at the bottom. Maslow hypothesized that we must get those foundational needs met before we can access the motivation to address the higher ones such as self-actualization and self-transcendence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the physiological needs of food, air, water and the like, our most fundamental need is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;safety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And here's where &lt;a href="http://www.satucket.com/lectionary/Michael.htm"&gt;St. Michael and All Angels&lt;/a&gt; come in to the picture. In addition to being messengers, they are protectors - especially Michael himself. We need the assurance of protection, the assurance that our safety matters (not only to ourselves but to the Most High), in order to do the kind of spiritual work that will enable us to be courageously compassionate and faithful to the end. God knows this. The Church knows this. And so we have today's feast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite safety prayer is the ancient exorcism from the office of Compline:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visit this place, O Lord, and drive far from it all snares of the enemy. Let your Holy Angels dwell with us to preserve us in peace and let your blessing be upon us always. Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I want to recommend. Get some holy water (or make it yourself; I think water can be "dedicated" as well as "blessed"). Then walk through your house sprinkling a little water against every window and door reciting the prayer above as you go. It's a wonderful space clearing exercise and, if you let it, will give you a sense of being truly cherished by all the spiritual beings that inhabit creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2214985300313543075?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2214985300313543075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2214985300313543075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2214985300313543075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2214985300313543075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/st-michael-and-all-angels.html' title='St. Michael and All Angels'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SsIif8zGmXI/AAAAAAAAFag/Wn09x3v2eC0/s72-c/St.+Michael+mosaic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7907217316137114573</id><published>2011-09-28T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:02:03.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very interesting observation about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1jgMO6nkQY/ToPQwuArMqI/AAAAAAAAIq4/XwY7QF3aRV4/s1600/Lautrec%2Bwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657595092310635170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1jgMO6nkQY/ToPQwuArMqI/AAAAAAAAIq4/XwY7QF3aRV4/s400/Lautrec%2Bwoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Toulouse_Lautrec_A-Montrouge_Rosa_la_Rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The following passage is by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Thurman"&gt;Howard Thurman&lt;/a&gt;. It's something to think about the next time we are faced with hostility or indifference in another person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a mystery: If sweeping through the door of my heart there moves continually a genuine love for you, it by-passes all your hate and all your indifference and gets through to you at your center. You are powerless to do anything about it. You may keep alive in devious ways the fires of your bitter heart, but they cannot get through to me. Underneath the surface of all the tension, something else is at work. It is utterly impossible for you to keep another from loving you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7907217316137114573?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7907217316137114573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7907217316137114573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7907217316137114573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7907217316137114573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/very-interesting-observation-about-love.html' title='A very interesting observation about love'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1jgMO6nkQY/ToPQwuArMqI/AAAAAAAAIq4/XwY7QF3aRV4/s72-c/Lautrec%2Bwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4532932368500425561</id><published>2011-09-25T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:40:10.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday art blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9GM_vMRZE/Tn-7SaJZFGI/AAAAAAAAIqw/tmRzt3jJEco/s1600/God%2527s%2BFool.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9GM_vMRZE/Tn-7SaJZFGI/AAAAAAAAIqw/tmRzt3jJEco/s400/God%2527s%2BFool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656445581931385954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist:  Vasily Surikov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%D0%A1%D1%83%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B2_%D0%AE%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B4%D0%B8%D0%B2%D1%8B%D0%B9,_%D1%81%D0%B8%D0%B4%D1%8F%D1%89%D0%B8%D0%B9_%D0%BD%D0%B0_%D1%81%D0%BD%D0%B5%D0%B3%D1%83._1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4532932368500425561?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4532932368500425561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4532932368500425561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4532932368500425561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4532932368500425561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-art-blogging.html' title='Sunday art blogging'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9GM_vMRZE/Tn-7SaJZFGI/AAAAAAAAIqw/tmRzt3jJEco/s72-c/God%2527s%2BFool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3049826055266265263</id><published>2011-09-24T19:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:22:17.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine love for one another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGHZXdt0Ho/Tn56-FXh-ZI/AAAAAAAAIqA/O4NrVHs37nk/s1600/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers%2Bwalking.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656093389035272594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGHZXdt0Ho/Tn56-FXh-ZI/AAAAAAAAIqA/O4NrVHs37nk/s400/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers%2Bwalking.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist: Van Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Van_Gogh_-_Liebespaar_in_Arles_(Ausschnitt).jpeg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love someone only to find yourself trying to change that person? Take a look at this observation:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.monks.org/thomasmerton.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thomas Merton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is very hard to be the one who is twisted to conform to another's image. And there is nothing more wonderful than to be loved for oneself. Looking for our own reflection in another, however, can stem from an unhealthy degree of narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3049826055266265263?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3049826055266265263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3049826055266265263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3049826055266265263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3049826055266265263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/genuine-love-for-one-another_24.html' title='Genuine love for one another'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGHZXdt0Ho/Tn56-FXh-ZI/AAAAAAAAIqA/O4NrVHs37nk/s72-c/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers%2Bwalking.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4755235838796305342</id><published>2011-09-20T20:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:31:21.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An unsettling gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dYGt3A9njI/TnqPaA3-h0I/AAAAAAAAIpg/wEOOrAuetu4/s1600/john%2Bbaptist%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654989959191234370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dYGt3A9njI/TnqPaA3-h0I/AAAAAAAAIpg/wEOOrAuetu4/s400/john%2Bbaptist%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Alessandro Allori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Alessandro_Allori_-_The_Preaching_of_St_John_the_Baptist_-_WGA0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my heroes said this. I refer, of course, to &lt;a href="http://www.followingjesus.org/companions/romero.html"&gt;Oscar Romero&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A church that doesn't provoke any crises, a gospel that doesn't unsettle, a word of God that doesn't get under anyone's skin, a word of God that doesn't touch the real sin of the society in which it is being proclaimed - what gospel is that? Very nice, pious considerations that don't bother anyone, that's the way many would like preaching to be. Those preachers who avoid every thorny matter so as not to be harassed, so as not to have conflicts and difficulties, do not light up the world they live in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4755235838796305342?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4755235838796305342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4755235838796305342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4755235838796305342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4755235838796305342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/unsettling-gospel.html' title='An unsettling gospel'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dYGt3A9njI/TnqPaA3-h0I/AAAAAAAAIpg/wEOOrAuetu4/s72-c/john%2Bbaptist%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4773683358962019739</id><published>2011-09-19T23:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:14:01.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuing all the great religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdWjl7yEJC4/TngSVuaUj4I/AAAAAAAAIpY/EysfOd8cgtk/s1600/hands%2Bwith%2BBible%2Bdetail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654289496608640898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdWjl7yEJC4/TngSVuaUj4I/AAAAAAAAIpY/EysfOd8cgtk/s400/hands%2Bwith%2BBible%2Bdetail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Jan van Eyck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jan_van_Eyck_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quotation I have for you this evening is sadly controversial. Fundamentalism is rampant in our world today and fundamentalists of every stripe believe that those who follow a faith other than their own are damned. I know that there are traditionalist members of my own church who would brand me a heretic for saying I agree with these words of Gandhi and yet I will say it anyway. We need to mature past the desire to feel secure that we're "in" by knowing that other people are "out".&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in the fundamental truth of all great religions of the world. I believe that they are all God-given and I believe that they were necessary for the people to whom these religions were revealed. And I believe that if only we could all of us read the scriptures of the different faiths from the standpoints of the followers of these faiths, we should find that they were at bottom all one and were all helpful to one another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/time100/leaders/profile/gandhi.html"&gt;MK Gandhi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Adherents of different faith traditions can come together with great success through meditation. The mind works the way the mind works. This is true for all of us regardless of our belief system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4773683358962019739?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4773683358962019739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4773683358962019739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4773683358962019739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4773683358962019739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/valuing-all-great-religions_19.html' title='Valuing all the great religions'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdWjl7yEJC4/TngSVuaUj4I/AAAAAAAAIpY/EysfOd8cgtk/s72-c/hands%2Bwith%2BBible%2Bdetail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4063401757418429258</id><published>2011-09-16T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:03:23.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming human -- and free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhhoKx7jj14/TnQN4pqTOjI/AAAAAAAAIoo/Z3HwKgDnPc0/s1600/wildflowers%2Bmeadow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhhoKx7jj14/TnQN4pqTOjI/AAAAAAAAIoo/Z3HwKgDnPc0/s400/wildflowers%2Bmeadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653158699163925042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Artist: Nikolai Galakhov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Galakhov-Nikolai-Wildflowers-gal36bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A book that certainly has influenced me as prfoundly as any other is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man%27s_Search_for_Meaning"&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/frankl.html"&gt;Victor Frankl&lt;/a&gt; who survived his incarceration in one of the Nazi concentration camps. Here's a brief passage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;One day, a few days after the liberation, I walked through the country past flowering meadows, for miles and miles, toward the market town near the camp. Larks rose to the sky and I could hear their joyous song. There was no one to be seen for miles around; there was nothing but the wide earth and sky and the larks' jubilation and the freedom of space.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I stopped, looked around, and up to the sky--and then I went down on my knees. At that moment there was very little I knew of myself or of the world--I had but one sentence in mind--always the same: "I called to the Lord from my narrow prison and he answered me in the freedom of space."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;How long I knelt there and repeated this sentence memory can no longer recall. But I know that on that day, in that hour, my new life started. Step for step I progressed, until I again became a human being.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Perhaps it would be valuable for all of us to ask just what it would take - step by step - to become a human being. There are, after all, so many dehumanizing experiences that take place in almost everyone's life.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4063401757418429258?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4063401757418429258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4063401757418429258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4063401757418429258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4063401757418429258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/becoming-human-and-free.html' title='Becoming human -- and free'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhhoKx7jj14/TnQN4pqTOjI/AAAAAAAAIoo/Z3HwKgDnPc0/s72-c/wildflowers%2Bmeadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4746227121501905184</id><published>2011-09-14T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:03:44.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to soothe you and restore your peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QrrSnKweft4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4746227121501905184?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4746227121501905184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4746227121501905184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4746227121501905184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4746227121501905184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-to-soothe-you-and-restore.html' title='Something to soothe you and restore your peace'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QrrSnKweft4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1572684672360829700</id><published>2011-09-10T10:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:42:06.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free will and religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67TS8_KFUCI/TmuSwDY0XbI/AAAAAAAAIn4/Z0eEVK5p2Zo/s1600/Christ%2Btrue%2Bvine%2Bicon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650771511707196850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67TS8_KFUCI/TmuSwDY0XbI/AAAAAAAAIn4/Z0eEVK5p2Zo/s400/Christ%2Btrue%2Bvine%2Bicon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christ the True Vine (16th Century icon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Christ_the_True_Vine_icon_(Athens,_16th_century).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do wish this were more widely understood among those who try to force or pressure others to practice Christianity:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion is not to be defended by putting to death, but by dying. Not by cruelty, but by patient endurance. Not by guilt, but by good faith. For the former belongs to evil, the latter to the good... For if you wish to defend religion by bloodshed, tortures, and guilt, it will no longer be defended. Rather, it will be polluted and profaned. For nothing is so much a matter of free will as religion. If the mind of the worshiper is disinclined to it, religion is at once taken away and ceases to exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Christians), on the contrary, do not require that anyone should be compelled to worship our God, whether he is willing or unwilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor do we become angry if anyone does not worship Him. We trust in the majesty of Him who has the power to avenge contempt shown towards Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave vengeance to God. We do not act as those persons who would have it appear that they are defenders of their gods, who rage without restraint against those who do not worship them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/384/000105069/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lactantius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (about 260 -340 C.E.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1572684672360829700?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1572684672360829700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1572684672360829700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1572684672360829700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1572684672360829700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-will-and-religion.html' title='Free will and religion'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67TS8_KFUCI/TmuSwDY0XbI/AAAAAAAAIn4/Z0eEVK5p2Zo/s72-c/Christ%2Btrue%2Bvine%2Bicon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5914380711213691384</id><published>2011-09-09T17:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:28:02.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The healing stream of the spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0fnGufhEHk/TmqfZhWiYsI/AAAAAAAAInw/4634gOMeUpQ/s1600/crucifix%2Btop%2Bpart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650503943288152770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0fnGufhEHk/TmqfZhWiYsI/AAAAAAAAInw/4634gOMeUpQ/s400/crucifix%2Btop%2Bpart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Detail of 16th Century cucifix in Ravensburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:RV_Liebfrauenkirche_Kruzifix_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Years ago a cynical friend of mine and I happened to wander inside a small chapel that had a reputation for being very beautiful. Above and behind the altar was a life sized and very moving (to my mind) crucifix. My friend shuddered as she looked at it and said derisively, "You Christians worship suffering."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I'm usually pretty tongue-tied in situations like that but this time some grace gave me the following: "No; we worship a God whose love stops at nothing - even this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was silent for a moment and then kind of snorted: "Well! You ought to put a sign next to every crucifix, then, explaining it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's something to ponder with regard to what the cross is all about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the suffering already present in the world which we can either ignore or identify with. If pain were not real, if it were not the lot of so many, the way of the cross would be pathological. But in our world with its hungry and homeless and hopeless, it is pathological to live as if pain did not exist. The way of the cross means letting pain carve one's life into a channel through which the healing stream of the spirit can flow to a world in need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.couragerenewal.org/parker"&gt;Parker Palmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5914380711213691384?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5914380711213691384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5914380711213691384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5914380711213691384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5914380711213691384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-stream-of-spirit.html' title='The healing stream of the spirit'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0fnGufhEHk/TmqfZhWiYsI/AAAAAAAAInw/4634gOMeUpQ/s72-c/crucifix%2Btop%2Bpart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5989396528438086349</id><published>2011-09-08T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:19:29.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a tame Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyd6N7bC1k/TmmE3uNduCI/AAAAAAAAIno/QRpHx3pH-is/s1600/Christ%2B13th%2BCent..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650193300345174050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyd6N7bC1k/TmmE3uNduCI/AAAAAAAAIno/QRpHx3pH-is/s400/Christ%2B13th%2BCent..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thirteenth century fresco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Boyana_IS_XS_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something that has disturbed me for a long time now is the Church's tendency to domesticate the gospel, to offer a "safe" Christ - safe in a tame way, I mean. &lt;a href="http://www.cacradicalgrace.org/richard-rohr"&gt;Richard Rohr&lt;/a&gt; will have none of that. I suppose that's a core reason I've respected him and his ministry for so many years now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus truly was dangerous. He was creating a following with a kind of thinking that was much more on the side of inclusiveness than exclusiveness.... Jesus is always moving the boundaries out while still respecting the center. That's the key to wisdom: being grounded in the center and still, from that deep foundation, knowing how to move out."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5989396528438086349?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5989396528438086349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5989396528438086349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5989396528438086349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5989396528438086349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-tame-christ.html' title='Not a tame Christ'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyd6N7bC1k/TmmE3uNduCI/AAAAAAAAIno/QRpHx3pH-is/s72-c/Christ%2B13th%2BCent..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4870292108674532775</id><published>2011-09-07T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:17:47.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth and worthiness - the paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/S-JTZT1-SoI/AAAAAAAAGiU/0onY5tBHMG4/s1600/St.+Martin+and+the+beggar+-+El+Greco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468024591869692546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/S-JTZT1-SoI/AAAAAAAAGiU/0onY5tBHMG4/s400/St.+Martin+and+the+beggar+-+El+Greco.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"St. Martin and the Beggar" - El Greco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:El_Greco_036.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's society - in the United States at any rate - is very caught up with the idea of personal and individual worthiness. Many of us believe that we shouldn't assist anyone who isn't worthy of being assisted according to our own understanding of what that means. Such an approach is not, however, the Christian way:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/articles/Thomas-Merton-9524435"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thomas Merton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4870292108674532775?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4870292108674532775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4870292108674532775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4870292108674532775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4870292108674532775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/worth-and-worthiness-paradox.html' title='Worth and worthiness - the paradox'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/S-JTZT1-SoI/AAAAAAAAGiU/0onY5tBHMG4/s72-c/St.+Martin+and+the+beggar+-+El+Greco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1999244652545481314</id><published>2011-09-06T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:18:00.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaming and the wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lenz_Entwurf_zu_einem_Engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291320295990377874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SW6LxktSPZI/AAAAAAAAEEM/Djb2YEMkmko/s400/Lenz_Entwurf_zu_einem_Engel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many years ago (I was a teenager, probably) I learned from the writings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainer_Maria_Rilke"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/a&gt; to love questions more than answers. Here is one of his poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am, you anxious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you sense me, ready to break into being at your touch?&lt;br /&gt;My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see me standing before you cloaked in stillness?&lt;br /&gt;Hasn’t my longing ripened in you from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;as fruit ripens on a branch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the dream you are dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;When you want to awaken, I am that wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I grow strong in the beauty you behold.&lt;br /&gt;And with the silence of stars I enfold your cities made by time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1999244652545481314?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1999244652545481314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1999244652545481314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1999244652545481314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1999244652545481314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreaming-and-wanting.html' title='The dreaming and the wanting'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SW6LxktSPZI/AAAAAAAAEEM/Djb2YEMkmko/s72-c/Lenz_Entwurf_zu_einem_Engel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3993152727805134916</id><published>2011-09-03T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:47:49.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying in Christ's name</title><content type='html'>I'm offering you another re-post this evening. It happens to be one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SJ5Tj9TUUaI/AAAAAAAACMQ/6QB0gfdEu24/s1600-h/Chris+mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232711694267208098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SJ5Tj9TUUaI/AAAAAAAACMQ/6QB0gfdEu24/s400/Chris+mosaic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Christus_Ravenna_Mosaic.jpg"&gt;Christus Ravenna Mosaic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been bothered by what has seemed to me to be an almost supersitious need to tack on "in Christ's name" at the end of prayers as if were some sort of incantation. It is eroneous to believe that we are required to do this as Christians so that in an interfaith setting we feel we must impose certain language on non-Christians. The following expresses my views on this subject wonderfully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people have a very strangely childish notion, that "praying in the name of Christ" means simply the addition of the words "through Jesus Christ our Lord" at the end of their prayers. But depend upon it, they do not by adding these words, or any words, bring it about that their prayers should be in the name of Christ. To pray in the name of Christ means to pray in such a way as represents Christ. The representative always must speak in the spirit and meaning of those for whom he speaks. If Christ is our representative, that must be because He speaks our wishes, or what we ought to make our wishes; and if we are to pray in the name of Christ, that means that we are, however far off, expressing His wishes and intentions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.anglocatholicsocialism.org/csu.html"&gt;Charles Gore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3993152727805134916?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3993152727805134916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3993152727805134916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3993152727805134916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3993152727805134916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/praying-in-christs-name.html' title='Praying in Christ&apos;s name'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SJ5Tj9TUUaI/AAAAAAAACMQ/6QB0gfdEu24/s72-c/Chris+mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2362628160588818092</id><published>2011-09-02T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:42:52.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-revealing activity of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/Sk6c6U7kSVI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/PWl2wn9VHek/s1600-h/Bible+van+Gogh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354389532854995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/Sk6c6U7kSVI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/PWl2wn9VHek/s400/Bible+van+Gogh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Still Life with Bible"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist: Vincent van Gogh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Libro_Vincent_van_Gogh.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is not a new idea, of course, to people who visit this site. However it is wonderfully articulated in this paragraph:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literalism gets its name from its insistence that what we find in the Bible is not just the Word of God but the very words of God. The distinction is of tremendous importance. The phrase "Word of God" as used in the Bible itself, notably in the opening sentences of the Fourth Gospel, is an English translation of a Greek word, Logos, which was in wide use among philosophers at the time the New Testament was written. It connotes the creative, outgoing, self-revealing activity of God. The Logos was not a particular divine utterance, but God's overall message to mankind. It was not necessarily communicated verbally in speech or writing. Indeed, the whole point of Christianity is that the supreme communication of the Word took place when it was expressed through a human life and personality in Jesus Christ. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religion-online.org/showbook.asp?title=1623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Louis Cassels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember reading somewhere that the sacred syllable "&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/aum"&gt;Om&lt;/a&gt;" is used for that Greek word "Logos" when the New Testament is translated into Sanskrit. Here's a sentence I just found on the web:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yet another interpretation equates Om with the Greek, “logos,” “the word”, found at the beginning of St John’s gospel."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find it right &lt;a href="http://www.sanskrit.org/www/Hindu%20Primer/sounds.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2362628160588818092?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2362628160588818092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2362628160588818092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2362628160588818092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2362628160588818092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/09/self-revealing-activity-of-god.html' title='Self-revealing activity of God'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/Sk6c6U7kSVI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/PWl2wn9VHek/s72-c/Bible+van+Gogh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4298107381070864398</id><published>2011-08-28T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:53:24.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A steady illumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWjo4WCAKaM/Tlrw2OSWvaI/AAAAAAAAImo/1PajBq2s6CA/s1600/woman%2Blamp%2Breading.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWjo4WCAKaM/Tlrw2OSWvaI/AAAAAAAAImo/1PajBq2s6CA/s400/woman%2Blamp%2Breading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646089897201024418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Artist: Poul Friis Nybo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Poul_Friis_Nybo_Reading_Woman_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The explanation of how the words "prayer" and "precarious" are related is what prompted me to want to share the following with you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; border-top-style: dotted; border-right-style: dotted; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-left-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; color: rgb(85, 136, 102); line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Precarious” comes from the same Latin root as the word “prayer.” Here prayer does not mean pleading with a distant deity who may or may not pay attention. It may not even be a request at all. Prayer in this sense means rather that we reconnect with the very Source from which we come. We open the eyes of our heart to the inner light abiding in everything. We feel connected to this Source – through a hovering hummingbird, a toddler’s giggle, the aroma of fresh-baked bread – yet in a flicker, the connection seems gone and we are plunged into grief. This teaches us to let go, courageously, again and again. None of us would have the heart for this task if we did not begin to see that the light has a steady presence in spite of appearances. With joy we realize that the radiance we glimpse flows steadily and illumines all creation in an everlasting glow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is from a marvelous essay called &lt;a href="http://www.gratefulness.org/t/griefjoy.htm" style="color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;Grief/Joy&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://www.gratefulness.org/index.htm" style="color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;Gratefulness.org&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4298107381070864398?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4298107381070864398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4298107381070864398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4298107381070864398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4298107381070864398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/steady-illumination.html' title='A steady illumination'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWjo4WCAKaM/Tlrw2OSWvaI/AAAAAAAAImo/1PajBq2s6CA/s72-c/woman%2Blamp%2Breading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-397915681260167726</id><published>2011-08-27T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:14:33.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice, O Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Tu9moIJ3uM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Just let yourself be cradled by this soothing and gorgeous music.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rejoice O Virgin, Theotokos [God-bearer],&lt;br /&gt;Mary full of grace, the Lord is with You.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are You among women,&lt;br /&gt;and blessed is the Fruit of Your womb,&lt;br /&gt;for You have borne the Savior of our souls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-397915681260167726?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/397915681260167726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=397915681260167726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/397915681260167726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/397915681260167726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/rejoice-o-virgin.html' title='Rejoice, O Virgin'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Tu9moIJ3uM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5347802938999014679</id><published>2011-08-26T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:56:26.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer for us all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKoZlB6xna0/Tlfdz1uU5_I/AAAAAAAAImI/PHPPZRwDUWY/s1600/woman%2Bwalking%2Bwith%2Bdog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKoZlB6xna0/Tlfdz1uU5_I/AAAAAAAAImI/PHPPZRwDUWY/s400/woman%2Bwalking%2Bwith%2Bdog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645224540596660210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rachel_Strong_by_L.Bakst.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;Here's another re-post for you. (Different art work though.)  Somehow, this seems to fit with what I posted yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Quite a number of years ago, someone gave me a prayer on a little card that seemed just right for me. I was deeply moved by it and taped it to a bookcase in my office so that I could see it often. Later, I came across it on line. Here's the prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; border-top-style: dotted; border-right-style: dotted; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-left-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; color: rgb(85, 136, 102); line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;It is, of course, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mertoninstitute.org/index.php" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;Thomas Merton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; from his wonderful book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thoughts-Solitude-Thomas-Merton/dp/0374513252" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;Thoughts in Solitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;An editorial review on Amazon says this about the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; border-top-style: dotted; border-right-style: dotted; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-left-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; color: rgb(85, 136, 102); line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has made this book such an enduring and popular work is that it recognizes how important solitude is to our morality, integrity, and ability to love. One does not have to be a monk to find solitude, notes Merton; solitude can be found in the act of contemplation and silent reflection in everyday life. Also, this is not a pious book that assumes that a relationship with the divine can be obtained only by denying our humanity and striving for saintliness. Instead, Merton asserts that connection with God can most easily be made through "respect for temperament, character, and emotion and for everything that makes us human."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Sadly, a lot of common approaches to Christian formation do suggest that we need to deny our humanity in order to please God. Of course, paradoxically, that has the effect of making us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; self-conscious rather than less. Making friends with ourselves is an important first step on the spiritual path. Think about it. Why would we give a self that we hate as an offering to God? I actually like that old T-shirt that says, "God doesn't make junk". So do remember this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsci.villanova.edu/dsteelman/tradition/days/0628.html" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;wonderful saying&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianity.wikia.com/wiki/Irenaeus" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 85, 102); "&gt;Irenaeus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;: "The glory of God is the human being fully alive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5347802938999014679?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5347802938999014679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5347802938999014679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5347802938999014679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5347802938999014679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer-for-us-all.html' title='A prayer for us all'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKoZlB6xna0/Tlfdz1uU5_I/AAAAAAAAImI/PHPPZRwDUWY/s72-c/woman%2Bwalking%2Bwith%2Bdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3448229783595931074</id><published>2011-08-25T11:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:17:14.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A spacious environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Hinter_Hausach,_Margret_Hofheinz-D%C3%B6ring,_Mischtechnik,_1965_(WV-Nr.3130).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253031031259157058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SOaD5CROUkI/AAAAAAAADW8/OHsgDZSja4s/s400/Spaciousness+-+Wikimedia+Commons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist: Peter Mauch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a repeat from a while back. But I think it is actually quite timely given the political and religious climate of today. And so I offer it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has grieved me for some time now that the fundamentalist expression of Christianity has held sway in the public imagination and has conditioned many people in our society to believe that Christianity is all about condemning others and controlling its own. And so I really loved this quotation when I stumbled upon it - particularly the last sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are a number of Hebrew words about salvation which also mean "to bring into a spacious environment", "to be at one's ease", "to be free to develop". "Salvation" can be seen then as the new life in Christ, in which we are to be "free to develop" into Christ-like people. For this maturing to take place, there needs to be a breaking down of barriers, a breaking up of the soil of our personalities, and a healing of inner wounds and hurts. The soil is softened, the clay becomes malleable through the experience of the tender love of God and the accepting, non-judgmental love of Christians. We cannot be beaten into shape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Harper"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Michael Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3448229783595931074?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3448229783595931074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3448229783595931074&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3448229783595931074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3448229783595931074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/spacious-environment.html' title='A spacious environment'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9j1lmEgVJA/SOaD5CROUkI/AAAAAAAADW8/OHsgDZSja4s/s72-c/Spaciousness+-+Wikimedia+Commons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6344185923718352424</id><published>2011-08-17T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:09:03.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why certainty is not really an option</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByiXh1TzGHc/TkyPu8Ru_TI/AAAAAAAAIko/m237SEgA9qI/s1600/Thomas%2BAquinas%2Breading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642042469805653298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByiXh1TzGHc/TkyPu8Ru_TI/AAAAAAAAIko/m237SEgA9qI/s400/Thomas%2BAquinas%2Breading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Gentile da Fabriano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gentile_da_Fabriano_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truly among the more helpful things &lt;a href="http://www.cslewis.com/about.aspx"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt; ever said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable. How many hours are there in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask - half our great theological and metaphysical problems - are like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Therefore, I would assert that it behooves us not to become too attached to our theological constructs. From our limited viewpoint, we can't really know if they actually make any sense or not.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6344185923718352424?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6344185923718352424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6344185923718352424&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6344185923718352424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6344185923718352424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-certainty-is-not-really-option.html' title='Why certainty is not really an option'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByiXh1TzGHc/TkyPu8Ru_TI/AAAAAAAAIko/m237SEgA9qI/s72-c/Thomas%2BAquinas%2Breading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1540844423433858998</id><published>2011-08-15T17:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:36:14.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking rightly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyeVTT8RPnM/TkmerEg6MVI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/0Cs2GG1WIXw/s1600/Golden%2BChrist%2Bicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641214471041593682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyeVTT8RPnM/TkmerEg6MVI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/0Cs2GG1WIXw/s400/Golden%2BChrist%2Bicon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Simon Ushakov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Simon_Ushakov._Spas_(1668,_GIM).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it's a paradox:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching about Christ begins in silence.... In so far as the Church proclaims the Word, it falls down silently in truth before the inexpressible: 'In silence I worship the unutterable' (Cyril of Alexandria). The spoken Word is the inexpressible; this unutterable is the Word.... Although it is cried out by the Church in the world, it remains the inexpressible. To speak of Christ means to keep silent; to keep silent about Christ means to speak. When the Church speaks rightly out of a proper silence, then Christ is proclaimed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was said by the great &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dietrich_Bonhoeffer"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1540844423433858998?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1540844423433858998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1540844423433858998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1540844423433858998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1540844423433858998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/speaking-rightly.html' title='Speaking rightly'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyeVTT8RPnM/TkmerEg6MVI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/0Cs2GG1WIXw/s72-c/Golden%2BChrist%2Bicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6080828425908557832</id><published>2011-08-13T10:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:13:39.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Side roads in the mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtmKW-jCuA/TkahufUx1UI/AAAAAAAAIkA/AVsXHzZwwxw/s1600/Church%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373403382830402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtmKW-jCuA/TkahufUx1UI/AAAAAAAAIkA/AVsXHzZwwxw/s400/Church%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Claude Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Monet_-_Vetheuil_im_Nebel.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some years ago, I came across the blog of a clergyperson who calls himself &lt;a href="http://www.reallivepreacher.com/about"&gt;Real Live Preacher&lt;/a&gt;. He is a very interesting, thoughtful writer indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are just a couple of quotations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every path may lead you to God, even the weird ones. Most of us are on a journey. We’re looking for something, though we’re not always sure what that is. The way is foggy much of the time. I suggest you slow down and follow some of the side roads that appear suddenly in the mist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone is giving you their theology, their God words, you should listen hard and be very gentle. The time to deliver your God words is when you are asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6080828425908557832?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6080828425908557832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6080828425908557832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6080828425908557832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6080828425908557832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/side-roads-in-mist.html' title='Side roads in the mist'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtmKW-jCuA/TkahufUx1UI/AAAAAAAAIkA/AVsXHzZwwxw/s72-c/Church%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2731512132559436523</id><published>2011-08-09T23:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:49:35.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little levity for something different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5wLmoBpSEk/TkINEGuH6kI/AAAAAAAAIjA/bWzg0FIafN0/s1600/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639084047595989570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5wLmoBpSEk/TkINEGuH6kI/AAAAAAAAIjA/bWzg0FIafN0/s400/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Wolfgang Krodel the Elder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wolfgang_Krodel_d._%C3%84._003.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodness! I have to admit I never thought about it quite this way before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God tells Adam and Eve not to eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. If this was the only way they could understand the difference between good and evil, how could they have known that it was wrong to disobey God and eat the fruit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;--Laurie Lynn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* I can't seem to find any information on this person but I found the quotation right &lt;a href="http://quotegarden.com/religion.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2731512132559436523?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2731512132559436523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2731512132559436523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2731512132559436523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2731512132559436523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-levity-for-something-different.html' title='A little levity for something different'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5wLmoBpSEk/TkINEGuH6kI/AAAAAAAAIjA/bWzg0FIafN0/s72-c/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2598136567912654617</id><published>2011-08-07T09:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:07:04.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about missing the obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HOfXSgMSmI/Tj6eZD9QQGI/AAAAAAAAIio/tgyuur_lxfc/s1600/Jesus%2Bwalks%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638117936910581858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HOfXSgMSmI/Tj6eZD9QQGI/AAAAAAAAIio/tgyuur_lxfc/s400/Jesus%2Bwalks%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:CodexEgberti-Fol027v-WalkOnTheWater.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gospel reading is the story of Jesus (and Peter) walking on the water. Here's something I found on &lt;a href="http://web.me.com/lindyblack/Sermon_Fodder/Lectionary/Entries/2011/8/7_Pentacost_8A.html"&gt;Lindy Black's site&lt;/a&gt; that is both humorous and intriguing. There's actually a lot here when you think about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is an old story that has often been re-told in especially the Eastern Orthodox part of the church. According to the tale, a devout abbot from a monastery decided to take a prolonged spiritual retreat in a small cabin located on a remote island in the middle of a large lake. He told his fellow monks that he wanted to spend his days in prayer so as to grow closer to God. For six months he remained on the island with no other person seeing him or hearing from him in all that time. But then one day, as two monks were standing near the shore soaking up some sunshine, they could see in the distance a figure moving toward them. It was the abbot, walking on water, and coming toward shore. After the abbot passed by the two monks and continued on to the monastery, one of the monks turned to the other and said, "All these months in prayer and the abbot is still as stingy as ever. After all, the ferry costs only 25 cents!" Humor aside, the point of the story is that it's amazing how easily we may sometimes miss the significance of something that is right in front of us. It’s the kind of thing that could motivate one to take a fresh look at even the very familiar, like the story in Matthew 14 about Jesus (and then Peter) walking on water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.calvinseminary.edu/aboutUs/facultyStaff/seh6.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Scott Hoezee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2598136567912654617?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2598136567912654617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2598136567912654617&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2598136567912654617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2598136567912654617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-missing-obvious.html' title='Something about missing the obvious'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HOfXSgMSmI/Tj6eZD9QQGI/AAAAAAAAIio/tgyuur_lxfc/s72-c/Jesus%2Bwalks%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-5330948076120618175</id><published>2011-08-04T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:24:12.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6mAN6BWRVQ/TjtTzq6QylI/AAAAAAAAIh4/xAvq3ZnvwJA/s1600/Irish%2BCottage%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191505741400658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6mAN6BWRVQ/TjtTzq6QylI/AAAAAAAAIh4/xAvq3ZnvwJA/s400/Irish%2BCottage%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Helen Allingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Allingham_Helen_Irish_Cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikipedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continue to be grateful for the life and writings of the Irish poet and philosopher &lt;a href="http://www.johnodonohue.com/about"&gt;John O'Donohue&lt;/a&gt;. His unexpected death at the age of fifty-two came as a shock to those of us who had discovered his contribution to the world-wide community of those who joyfully participate in contemplation and who embrace the spiritual journey. Here's something he said that speaks to what we want for ourselves and each other when we go to the deepest place of wisdom within:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our longing for the eternal kindles our imagination to bless. Regardless of how we configure the eternal, the human heart continue to dream of a state of wholeness, that place where everything comes together, where loss will be made good, where blindness will transform into vision, where damage will be made whole, where the clenched question will open in the house of surprise, where the travails of life's journey will enjoy a homecoming. To invoke a blessing is to call some of that wholeness upon a person now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-5330948076120618175?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5330948076120618175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=5330948076120618175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5330948076120618175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/5330948076120618175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/meaning-of-blessing.html' title='The meaning of a blessing'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6mAN6BWRVQ/TjtTzq6QylI/AAAAAAAAIh4/xAvq3ZnvwJA/s72-c/Irish%2BCottage%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2878186007353167002</id><published>2011-08-03T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:55:45.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, there's actually a lot to this when you think about it:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljU8pREVdJU/Tjn7-mPKgrI/AAAAAAAAIhg/izbJMIbepTw/s1600/monk%2Bhood%2Bbirds.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljU8pREVdJU/Tjn7-mPKgrI/AAAAAAAAIhg/izbJMIbepTw/s400/monk%2Bhood%2Bbirds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813461465498290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2878186007353167002?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2878186007353167002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2878186007353167002&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2878186007353167002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2878186007353167002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-actually-lot-to-this-when-you.html' title='You know, there&apos;s actually a lot to this when you think about it:'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljU8pREVdJU/Tjn7-mPKgrI/AAAAAAAAIhg/izbJMIbepTw/s72-c/monk%2Bhood%2Bbirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8948952062743837051</id><published>2011-07-30T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:08:48.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some small weak tender part...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpqvuP3s7Vs/TjTU3O3ddKI/AAAAAAAAIhA/KZti984YrZs/s1600/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635363079095940258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpqvuP3s7Vs/TjTU3O3ddKI/AAAAAAAAIhA/KZti984YrZs/s400/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Van_Gogh_-_Liebespaar_in_Arles_(Ausschnitt).jpeg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a poem I recently found. I'm using it for reflective reading. It presents an ideal, of course. An ideal undoubtedly impossible to live up to - although some of the great saints have come pretty close, I'd say. I think this kind of wondering is an antidote for cynicism as well as a remedy for discouragement and that's no small thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder what would happen if&lt;br /&gt;I treated everyone like I was in love&lt;br /&gt;with them, whether I like them or not&lt;br /&gt;and whether they respond or not and no matter&lt;br /&gt;what they say or do to me and even if I see&lt;br /&gt;things in them which are ugly twisted petty&lt;br /&gt;cruel vain deceitful indifferent, just accept&lt;br /&gt;all that and turn my attention to some small&lt;br /&gt;weak tender hidden part and keep my eyes on&lt;br /&gt;that until it shines like a beam of light&lt;br /&gt;like a bonfire I can warm my hands by and trust&lt;br /&gt;it to burn away all the waste which is not&lt;br /&gt;never was my business to meddle with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inwardoutward.org/author/derek-tasker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Derek Tasker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8948952062743837051?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8948952062743837051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8948952062743837051&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8948952062743837051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8948952062743837051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-small-weak-tender-part.html' title='Some small weak tender part...'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpqvuP3s7Vs/TjTU3O3ddKI/AAAAAAAAIhA/KZti984YrZs/s72-c/Van%2BGogh%2Blovers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2079285062035429404</id><published>2011-07-28T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:45:57.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A river of grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOj4nSwzoEM/TjIshkVZCdI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/nNRKY33XcRk/s1600/Monet%2Bblue%2Briver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634615038994614738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOj4nSwzoEM/TjIshkVZCdI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/nNRKY33XcRk/s400/Monet%2Bblue%2Briver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Claude Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Monet_-_Seine-Arm_bei_Giverny.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's possible that I have posted this before. Nevertheless, it bears repeating. I have long admired this writer. She is obviously intimately acquainted with silence as the great context for embracing the holy and the good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence is like a river of grace inviting us to leap unafraid into its beckoning depths. It is dark and mysterious in the waters of grace. Yet in the silent darkness we are given new eyes. In the heart of the divine we can see more clearly who we are. We are renewed and cleansed in this river of silence. There are those among you who fear the Great Silence. It is a foreign land to you. Sometimes it is good to leap into the unknown. Practice leaping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/teachers/teachers.php?id=119&amp;amp;g="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Macrina Wiederkehr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2079285062035429404?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2079285062035429404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2079285062035429404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2079285062035429404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2079285062035429404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/river-of-grace.html' title='A river of grace'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOj4nSwzoEM/TjIshkVZCdI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/nNRKY33XcRk/s72-c/Monet%2Bblue%2Briver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1492015833948186325</id><published>2011-07-27T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:51:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ls15wqLzn4/TjDN2jouJuI/AAAAAAAAIgA/NBk0xTitwks/s1600/Russian%2Bwoman%2Bin%2Bblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634229471003158242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ls15wqLzn4/TjDN2jouJuI/AAAAAAAAIgA/NBk0xTitwks/s400/Russian%2Bwoman%2Bin%2Bblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Alexander Pushnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pushnin-Alexander-Portrait-Tatiana-Kopnina-buk13bw.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It grieves me enormously - truly it does - that so many Christians are caught up in self-loathing and believe that, in fact, they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not love themselves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's love for us is not the reason for which we should love him. God's love for us is the reason for us to love ourselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simone_Weil"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Simone Weil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1492015833948186325?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1492015833948186325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1492015833948186325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1492015833948186325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1492015833948186325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/loving-ourselves.html' title='Loving ourselves'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ls15wqLzn4/TjDN2jouJuI/AAAAAAAAIgA/NBk0xTitwks/s72-c/Russian%2Bwoman%2Bin%2Bblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4328424493320176104</id><published>2011-07-24T11:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:24:48.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian's wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGK17lGHD0E/TixHCLwAo7I/AAAAAAAAIfo/ipakWerEcDc/s1600/Julian%2Bof%2BNorwich%2Bpanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632955336773116850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGK17lGHD0E/TixHCLwAo7I/AAAAAAAAIfo/ipakWerEcDc/s400/Julian%2Bof%2BNorwich%2Bpanel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_church_of_SS_Andrew_and_Mary_-_St_Julian_of_Norwich_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1547398.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I happen to have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julian_of_Norwich"&gt;Julian of Norwich&lt;/a&gt; on my mind this morning. Here are two quotations for your reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray inwardly, even if you do not enjoy it. It does good, though you feel nothing. Yes, even though you think you are doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;If there is anywhere on earth a lover of God who is always kept safe, I know nothing of it, for it was not shown to me. But this was shown: that in falling and rising again we are always kept in that same precious love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these obseverations call attention to two of the most pernicious mistakes in the spiritual life. The first is giving too much validity to feelings. Many people will say, "Well, if I don't feel what I'm praying, what's the point?" Fortunately, I had a classically trained spiritual director in my formative years who made it clear to me that feelings were largely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second mistake actually gives rise to very great suffering and that is the idea that if we believe the correct things and behave in the correct way that our lives will turn out all right --- that nothing bad will ever happen to us. Technically, that is known as the "&lt;a href="http://www.alleydog.com/glossary/definition.php?term=Just-World%20Phenomenon"&gt;just world theory&lt;/a&gt;" and it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4328424493320176104?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4328424493320176104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4328424493320176104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4328424493320176104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4328424493320176104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/julians-wisdom.html' title='Julian&apos;s wisdom'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGK17lGHD0E/TixHCLwAo7I/AAAAAAAAIfo/ipakWerEcDc/s72-c/Julian%2Bof%2BNorwich%2Bpanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-9132277088350824826</id><published>2011-07-22T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:05:58.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwwf6JaPNe8/Timtd42e75I/AAAAAAAAIfQ/6ptXcT6wO1s/s1600/Heart%2Bof%2BCatherine%2Bof%2BSiena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632223537992232850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwwf6JaPNe8/Timtd42e75I/AAAAAAAAIfQ/6ptXcT6wO1s/s400/Heart%2Bof%2BCatherine%2Bof%2BSiena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Giovanni di Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giovanni_di_Paolo_Saint_Catherine_of_Siena_Exchanging_Her_Heart_with_Christ.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember many years ago when I first learned the true meaning of the word &lt;em&gt;credo&lt;/em&gt;. It is tragic, really, that we seem to have forgotten this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credo&lt;/em&gt; is the word with which the great creeds of early Chistendom begin. “I believe. . .” we say. The Latin &lt;em&gt;credo&lt;/em&gt; means literally, “I give my heart.” The word believe is a problematic one today in part because it has gradually changed its meaning from being the language of certainty so deep that I could give my heart to it, to the language of uncertainty so shallow that only the “credulous” would rely on it. Faith, as we have seen, is not about propositions, but about commitment. It does not mean that I intellectually subscribe to the following list of statements, but that I give my heart to this reality. &lt;em&gt;Believe&lt;/em&gt;, indeed, comes to us from the Old English &lt;em&gt;belove&lt;/em&gt;, making clear that this too is meant to be heart language. To say “I believe in Jesus Christ” is not to subscribe to an uncertain proposition. It is a confession of commitment, of love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.academicroom.com/users/eck"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Diana L. Eck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-9132277088350824826?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/9132277088350824826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=9132277088350824826&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/9132277088350824826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/9132277088350824826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-give-my-heart.html' title='I give my heart'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwwf6JaPNe8/Timtd42e75I/AAAAAAAAIfQ/6ptXcT6wO1s/s72-c/Heart%2Bof%2BCatherine%2Bof%2BSiena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4363357660962960918</id><published>2011-07-20T21:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:03:17.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The shattering love of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ0EMaQRFm4/TieV7izkdvI/AAAAAAAAIe4/MPVxAdrEKmI/s1600/Woman%2Bwith%2Bred%2Bhair%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631634709238019826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ0EMaQRFm4/TieV7izkdvI/AAAAAAAAIe4/MPVxAdrEKmI/s400/Woman%2Bwith%2Bred%2Bhair%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Anthony van Dyck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Anthonis_van_Dyck_067.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You already know how very much I value the writings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Buechner"&gt;Frederick Buechner&lt;/a&gt;. Here's another sample and I like this passage very much:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We try so hard as Christians. We think such long thoughts, manipulate such long words, and both listen to and preach such long sermons. Each one of us somewhere, somehow, has known, if only for a moment or so, something of what it is to feel the shattering love of God, and once that has happened, we can never rest easy again for trying somehow to set that love forth not only in words, myriads of words, but in our lives themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4363357660962960918?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4363357660962960918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4363357660962960918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4363357660962960918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4363357660962960918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/shattering-love-of-god.html' title='The shattering love of God'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ0EMaQRFm4/TieV7izkdvI/AAAAAAAAIe4/MPVxAdrEKmI/s72-c/Woman%2Bwith%2Bred%2Bhair%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6020091853970299445</id><published>2011-07-18T21:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:17:14.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWOb2A9dkN0/TiT1ySSEPpI/AAAAAAAAIeg/NzQP0tKC4yc/s1600/pondering%2Bwoman%2Bpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630895678369840786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWOb2A9dkN0/TiT1ySSEPpI/AAAAAAAAIeg/NzQP0tKC4yc/s400/pondering%2Bwoman%2Bpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Lev Russov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Russov-Lev-Portrait-of_Natali-Orlova-7port47bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Does anyone remember that radical little book of prayers entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Are-You-Running-Me-Jesus/dp/1561012750"&gt;Are You Running With Me Jesus?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malcolm_Boyd"&gt;Malcolm Boyd&lt;/a&gt;? It came out back in the 60s and had a considerable influence on me. Here's something Fr. Boyd said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that God prays in us and through us, whether we are praying or not (and whether we believe in God or not). So, any prayer on my part is a conscious response to what God is already doing in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like this because it reminds us that prayer is not so much something we do as it is something to which we give our assent.&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6020091853970299445?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6020091853970299445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6020091853970299445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6020091853970299445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6020091853970299445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-about-prayer.html' title='Something about prayer'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWOb2A9dkN0/TiT1ySSEPpI/AAAAAAAAIeg/NzQP0tKC4yc/s72-c/pondering%2Bwoman%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8791512142171281712</id><published>2011-07-16T11:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:18:34.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Not exactly classical or high art this time but the message is spot on, I'd say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FiqmPD63hIw/TiG5na18T7I/AAAAAAAAIdo/FgFNNoICAL0/s1600/Forgivenes%2Bwoman%2Bcartoon.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FiqmPD63hIw/TiG5na18T7I/AAAAAAAAIdo/FgFNNoICAL0/s400/Forgivenes%2Bwoman%2Bcartoon.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629985096061439922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8791512142171281712?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8791512142171281712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8791512142171281712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8791512142171281712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8791512142171281712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-about-forgiveness.html' title='Something about forgiveness'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FiqmPD63hIw/TiG5na18T7I/AAAAAAAAIdo/FgFNNoICAL0/s72-c/Forgivenes%2Bwoman%2Bcartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8385449494097269800</id><published>2011-07-14T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:40:52.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply gorgeous chant</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="415" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ay-vGUQbyoc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8385449494097269800?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8385449494097269800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8385449494097269800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8385449494097269800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8385449494097269800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/simple-gorgeous-chant.html' title='Simply gorgeous chant'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ay-vGUQbyoc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-656381725459917817</id><published>2011-07-13T22:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:42:00.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6C0H3yPwo/Th5kxc3CrMI/AAAAAAAAIcg/9YkgdXA2a6U/s1600/Chapel%2BPaul%2BKlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629047384983121090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6C0H3yPwo/Th5kxc3CrMI/AAAAAAAAIcg/9YkgdXA2a6U/s400/Chapel%2BPaul%2BKlee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Paul Klee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Paul_Klee_Die_Kapelle_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, there's something about this that gives me both consolation and great hope. I don't think I have words for why that is right this minute. Please just do take my word for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. Really. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenny_Bruce"&gt;Lenny Bruce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-656381725459917817?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/656381725459917817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=656381725459917817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/656381725459917817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/656381725459917817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/straying-away-and-going-back.html' title='Going back to God'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6C0H3yPwo/Th5kxc3CrMI/AAAAAAAAIcg/9YkgdXA2a6U/s72-c/Chapel%2BPaul%2BKlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-26109259784638413</id><published>2011-07-10T17:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:15:07.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost, risk, and harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjC0NyqNB3I/ThoxK6gV5rI/AAAAAAAAIcA/L5FpXdCdBM8/s1600/Esau%2Band%2BJacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627864747926218418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjC0NyqNB3I/ThoxK6gV5rI/AAAAAAAAIcA/L5FpXdCdBM8/s400/Esau%2Band%2BJacob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Matthias Stom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Matthias_Stom_-_Esau_and_Jacob_-_WGA21805.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, dear people, I want to give you a link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucc.org/worship/samuel/july-10-2011-fifteenth-sunday.html"&gt;July 10, 2011 Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time Year A (Fourth Sunday after Pentecost - Proper 10)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is rich with material for reflecting on today's scripture readings (which you can read right there by scrolling down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First we have a sermon by Karen Georgia Thompson on the very troublesome first reading. That's the one about Esau selling his birthright to Jacob for "a mess of pottage" (as the older translations put it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, on that subject, I just have to share this little quip by &lt;a href="http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Lord_Byron"&gt;Lord Byron&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou sold'st thy birthright, Esau! for a mess&lt;br /&gt;Thou shouldst have gotten more, or eaten less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then my favorite preacher these days, Kathryn Matthews Huey, offers some reflections on the gospel reading: the parable of the sower. Here's something I particularly like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sower is remarkably free in throwing the seed on all sorts of potential "growth areas." There's no calculation or careful husbandry of the seeds in his pocket. In the face of all sorts of obstacles and dangers, the sower counts on the bountiful return of a few seeds; he imagines the plentiful harvest reaped when even a few of the seeds find fertile soil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Long writes: "Therefore, the church is called to 'waste itself,' to throw grace around like there is no tomorrow, precisely because there is a tomorrow, and it belongs to God" (&lt;em&gt;Matthew, The Westminster Bible Companion&lt;/em&gt;). To whom does your "tomorrow" belong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I like those two brief passages because I see the Church so compulsively caught up in self-protection of late. And I refer specifically to protection of the institution. What would happen if we let God take care of the increase instead of engaging in the kind of calculation that often goes on today in the name of "church growth"? Now, I'm not saying at all that we don't need to exercise appropriate stewardship of the institution. I'm just saying that there's a vast difference between a commitment to all due responsibility and a fearful refusal to take the risks clearly demanded of us by the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-26109259784638413?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/26109259784638413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=26109259784638413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/26109259784638413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/26109259784638413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/cost-risk-and-harvest.html' title='Cost, risk, and harvest'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjC0NyqNB3I/ThoxK6gV5rI/AAAAAAAAIcA/L5FpXdCdBM8/s72-c/Esau%2Band%2BJacob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4649945781126052944</id><published>2011-07-08T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:23:25.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A constant process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7oKErvG3RY/The7eAQN1mI/AAAAAAAAIbg/BvsCL6JFKAA/s1600/Still%2Blife%2Bwith%2Bcup.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7oKErvG3RY/The7eAQN1mI/AAAAAAAAIbg/BvsCL6JFKAA/s400/Still%2Blife%2Bwith%2Bcup.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627172383561209442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Artist: Félix Vallotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:F%C3%A9lix_Vallotton_-_Krug_mit_gelben_Primeln.jpeg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first enountered the writings of &lt;a href="http://www.joycerupp.com/index.htm"&gt;Joyce Rupp&lt;/a&gt; back when I was in the convent and I'm so very glad I did. I identified with her early on because she also sees spiritual direction as a kind of midwifery. I particularly like the feeling of rhythm that the following passage conveys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I have found the cup to be a powerful teacher for my inner life. The ordinariness of the cup reminds me that my personal transformation occurs in the common crevices of each day. The cup is an apt image for the inner process of growth. The cup has been a reminder of my spiritual thirst. As I've held it, filled it, drunk from it, emptied it and washed it, I've learned that it is through my ordinary human experineces that my thirst for God is quenched. In the cup I see life, with its emptiness, fullness, brokenness, flaws, and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup is a container for holding something. Whatever it holds has to eventually be emptied out so that something more can be put into it. I have learned that I cannot always expect my life to by full. There has to be some emptying, some pouring out, if I am to make room for the new. The spiritual journey is like that--a constant process of emptying and filling, of giving and receiving, of accepting and letting go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4649945781126052944?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4649945781126052944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4649945781126052944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4649945781126052944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4649945781126052944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/constant-process.html' title='A constant process'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7oKErvG3RY/The7eAQN1mI/AAAAAAAAIbg/BvsCL6JFKAA/s72-c/Still%2Blife%2Bwith%2Bcup.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-8224970834710823352</id><published>2011-07-06T17:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:27:06.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A particular form of joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OUZPxCQgQ8/ThTuzZG6XQI/AAAAAAAAIa4/PeHxXsJFdFc/s1600/friendship%2Bpainting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OUZPxCQgQ8/ThTuzZG6XQI/AAAAAAAAIa4/PeHxXsJFdFc/s400/friendship%2Bpainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626384401173208322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Artist: Jerry Weiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jerry_Weiss,_Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the experience of spontaneously feeling envious when someone has shared good news? It can be a really horrible feeling and, in some cases, can also lead to ongoing resentment. &lt;a href="http://niltonbonder.net/ing/ing.htm"&gt;Rabbi Nilton Bonder&lt;/a&gt; speaks to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiddish has a very special verb, unknown to most other languages: &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt;. It means to open space, to share pleasure; it is the exact opposite of the verb to envy. While envy means disliking or resenting the happiness of others, &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt; means making a pact with another individual's pleasure or happiness. This unique word represents the space in which we allow others to express their happiness, feeling of success, or gladness.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Discipline is needed for &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt;, because this feeling is rarely natural to human beings in their animal dimension. There is nothing wrong or false about seeking such learning. Like any other kind of social ability, such as not stealing, &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt; comes through discipline. . . . When we are able to &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt; someone spontaneously, it means we have done the required groundwork of dealing with our self-esteem, at least to some extent. But we will always have to work at reacting to opportunities for &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt;, so as not to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier to suffer with a friend, to help someone who is less fortunate, than to farginen. It's much harder to sincerely share others' happiness. And the consequences are proportional: those whose suffering we share are eternally grateful, while those whose happiness we share will eternally care for us, as true friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, there's a Sanskrit word that is very similar. The word is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudita"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mudita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and is usually translated into English as "sympathetic joy". It is that ability to be "in sympathy" with another in that person's joy as well as in his or her sorrow. Both &lt;em&gt;mudita&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;farginen&lt;/em&gt; remind me of the biblical injunction to "rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-8224970834710823352?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8224970834710823352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=8224970834710823352&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8224970834710823352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/8224970834710823352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/particular-form-of-joy.html' title='A particular form of joy'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OUZPxCQgQ8/ThTuzZG6XQI/AAAAAAAAIa4/PeHxXsJFdFc/s72-c/friendship%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-4710694716965228661</id><published>2011-07-04T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:30:09.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of the day:</title><content type='html'>An amazing performance:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fYi9Vr8bHJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-4710694716965228661?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4710694716965228661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=4710694716965228661&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4710694716965228661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/4710694716965228661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-honor-of-day.html' title='In honor of the day:'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fYi9Vr8bHJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-6089061006808353704</id><published>2011-07-03T19:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:07:37.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What people really need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v7Q9RMfCko/ThEP_TOzknI/AAAAAAAAIaY/cL8Wcfj-Yak/s1600/Watts%2BGood%2BSamaritan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625294989731009138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v7Q9RMfCko/ThEP_TOzknI/AAAAAAAAIaY/cL8Wcfj-Yak/s400/Watts%2BGood%2BSamaritan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Artist: George Frederic Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Good_Samaritan_(Watts).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, and yes again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure, people need Jesus, but most of the time, what they really need is for someone to be Jesus to them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, sans-serif; " class="Apple-style-span" &gt;— &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Reuben Welch quoted in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204); " href="http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/books/books.php?id=6559"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Body Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt; by Robert Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-6089061006808353704?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6089061006808353704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=6089061006808353704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6089061006808353704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/6089061006808353704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-people-really-need.html' title='What people really need'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v7Q9RMfCko/ThEP_TOzknI/AAAAAAAAIaY/cL8Wcfj-Yak/s72-c/Watts%2BGood%2BSamaritan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1624101932787275587</id><published>2011-06-29T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:07:35.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4SjgPJqY0A/TgvaTYm8GgI/AAAAAAAAIZo/tbsiLEE_yNg/s1600/room%2Bin%2B19th%2BCentury.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4SjgPJqY0A/TgvaTYm8GgI/AAAAAAAAIZo/tbsiLEE_yNg/s400/room%2Bin%2B19th%2BCentury.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623828586260339202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Artist: Georg Saal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Georg_Saal_Schwarzwaldstube_Todtmoos_1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a very moving story from the book entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uncommon-Prayer-Approaching-Intimacy-God/dp/1885478313"&gt;Uncommon Prayer&lt;/a&gt; by The Rev. Kenneth Swanson:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few years ago I prepared a group of young teenagers for confirmation. Near the end of our course I met with them individually to talk about developing a life of prayer. One of the girls came from an unchurched family. When I asked her if she ever prayed, she said yes, and described how she prayed every morning when she got up and every evening before she went to bed. I was very impressed both by the scope and quality of her devotion. When I asked her who taught her to pray like that, she said she learned from watching "Little House on the Prairie" on television. She took Laura as her confirmation name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much material, as it were, in our every day lives, in the world around us, that can support us in one way or another on the spiritual journey. I'm not at all suggesting that the journey needs to take the same shape described above or any other particular shape. Rather I'm observing that our life experiences are rich with material for helping our spiritual lives take the shape that is transforming and sustaining for each one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have ears to hear, let them hear!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1624101932787275587?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1624101932787275587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1624101932787275587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1624101932787275587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1624101932787275587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/unusual-teachers.html' title='Unusual teachers'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4SjgPJqY0A/TgvaTYm8GgI/AAAAAAAAIZo/tbsiLEE_yNg/s72-c/room%2Bin%2B19th%2BCentury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2692735648316186188</id><published>2011-06-28T22:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:47:38.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about hospitality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yuT7dHm0ww/TgquFGbwZHI/AAAAAAAAIZg/x6IRr0NcYEs/s1600/Mary%2Bwelcomes%2BJesus.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yuT7dHm0ww/TgquFGbwZHI/AAAAAAAAIZg/x6IRr0NcYEs/s400/Mary%2Bwelcomes%2BJesus.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498487375094898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Artist: Nikolay Ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nikolay_Ge_015.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have yesterday's gospel reading on my mind - the passage in which Jesus says, "The one who welcomes you, welcomes Me," and "The one who give even a cup of cold water in my name will not go unrewarded." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I offer the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it were not for guests all houses would be graves.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khalil_Gibran"&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visitor's footfalls are like medicine; they heal the sick.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(African Proverb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Pepys"&gt;Samuel Pepys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really identify with that last one. Having a guest room is what I like the most, I should say, about my little house!&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2692735648316186188?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2692735648316186188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2692735648316186188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2692735648316186188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2692735648316186188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-about-hospitality.html' title='Something about hospitality'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yuT7dHm0ww/TgquFGbwZHI/AAAAAAAAIZg/x6IRr0NcYEs/s72-c/Mary%2Bwelcomes%2BJesus.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3567187887388961939</id><published>2011-06-26T14:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:12:05.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God will provide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5zjO2qD7k8/TgeMsant5EI/AAAAAAAAIY4/A6a2hpBl3tY/s1600/Sacrifice%2Bof%2BIsaac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5zjO2qD7k8/TgeMsant5EI/AAAAAAAAIY4/A6a2hpBl3tY/s400/Sacrifice%2Bof%2BIsaac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622617354483393602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sacrifice_of_Isaac-Caravaggio_(c._1603).jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first reading appointed for this morning is the story of the near sacrifice of Isaac at the hand of Abraham, his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a powerful narrative: dramatic, suspenseful, riveting and, for many, deeply disturbing and upsetting. For the moment, however, let's leave aside all the implications regarding human sacrifice in the historical period during which this story emerged. Let's also leave aside what it triggers about child abuse for many people today as well as what some insist it indicates about the nature of God from a biblical standpoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, let's consider the radical nature of unreserved commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then contemplate the play of light and shadow against deep darkness in the stunning painting above by Caravaggio. (Click or double click on the image for a larger version.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then these words from the reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Notice, Abraham says this three times: to God, to Isaac, and to God's angel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the two of them walked on together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mentioned twice, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord will provide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can find all of today's readings right &lt;a href="http://www.lectionarypage.net/YearA_RCL/Pentecost/Aprop8_RCL.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3567187887388961939?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3567187887388961939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3567187887388961939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3567187887388961939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3567187887388961939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/god-will-provide.html' title='God will provide'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5zjO2qD7k8/TgeMsant5EI/AAAAAAAAIY4/A6a2hpBl3tY/s72-c/Sacrifice%2Bof%2BIsaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7415426180766721164</id><published>2011-06-24T15:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:20:30.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A religion of wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XovO0C5PaWg/TgUIxNYvexI/AAAAAAAAIYg/2q91oExJGm0/s1600/William%2BBlake%2BInnocence.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XovO0C5PaWg/TgUIxNYvexI/AAAAAAAAIYg/2q91oExJGm0/s400/William%2BBlake%2BInnocence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621909351341980434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Artist: William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blake_Innocence_Frontispies_p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Jung"&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/a&gt; said that gives me pause:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If our religion is based on salvation, our chief emotions will be fear and trembling. If our religion is based on wonder, our chief emotion will be gratitude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mind you, there are different connotations to that word "salvation" and I could wish Jung had picked another word or set of words actually. I think what he meant was "avoiding hell". But I certainly do get his point about wonder. And, with that bit, I certainly agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7415426180766721164?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7415426180766721164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7415426180766721164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7415426180766721164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7415426180766721164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/religion-of-wonder.html' title='A religion of wonder'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XovO0C5PaWg/TgUIxNYvexI/AAAAAAAAIYg/2q91oExJGm0/s72-c/William%2BBlake%2BInnocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-7200216047655449192</id><published>2011-06-22T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:35:37.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The great human flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DMxMv9GCHE/TgJD6nIXInI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/c-QXQU1YHkg/s1600/birds%2Bin%2Bcages%2BGoya.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DMxMv9GCHE/TgJD6nIXInI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/c-QXQU1YHkg/s400/birds%2Bin%2Bcages%2BGoya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621129959127327346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist: Francisco de Goya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Caza_con_mochuelo_y_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is sad. And profound. And insightful:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jacques_Deval"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacques Deval&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-7200216047655449192?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7200216047655449192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=7200216047655449192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7200216047655449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/7200216047655449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-human-flaw.html' title='The great human flaw'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DMxMv9GCHE/TgJD6nIXInI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/c-QXQU1YHkg/s72-c/birds%2Bin%2Bcages%2BGoya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-3294551151074439185</id><published>2011-06-21T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:29:40.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Delight and Magnificence!</title><content type='html'>A Facebook friend of mine posted the following this morning and it gladdened my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UcqaYnoJR_A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-3294551151074439185?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3294551151074439185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=3294551151074439185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3294551151074439185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/3294551151074439185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-delight-and-magnificence.html' title='Oh! Delight and Magnificence!'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UcqaYnoJR_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-587168825957321905</id><published>2011-06-20T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:01:13.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdGbmFcaphI/TgAI3KjUuAI/AAAAAAAAIYA/aRecgA-S5JA/s1600/tall%2Bship%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdGbmFcaphI/TgAI3KjUuAI/AAAAAAAAIYA/aRecgA-S5JA/s400/tall%2Bship%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620502078776719362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artist: Fred Pansing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a quotation I've cherished for many years now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to build a ship, don't herd people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_de_Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't think much is accomplished by arguing people into a religious point of view - much less by scaring them. It is the longing for something beyond or deeper than oneself (one's ego) that makes all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fred_Pansing_Segler_bei_Sonnenuntergang_1890.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-587168825957321905?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/587168825957321905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=587168825957321905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/587168825957321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/587168825957321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdGbmFcaphI/TgAI3KjUuAI/AAAAAAAAIYA/aRecgA-S5JA/s72-c/tall%2Bship%2Bat%2Bsunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-2899887332306483822</id><published>2011-06-19T10:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:57:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three in One; One in Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iergzXfVhp0/Tf4cM0sGMDI/AAAAAAAAIXg/IUBLHZqW1h0/s1600/trinity%2Bicon%2Bin%2Bcircle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iergzXfVhp0/Tf4cM0sGMDI/AAAAAAAAIXg/IUBLHZqW1h0/s400/trinity%2Bicon%2Bin%2Bcircle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619960391632564274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Miniature_depiction_of_Andrei_Rublev_Trinity.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offer the following Celtic prayer in honor of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am bending my knee&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of the Father who created me,&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of the Son who purchased me,&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of the Spirit who cleansed me,&lt;br /&gt;In friendship and affection.&lt;br /&gt;Through your own Anointed One, O God,&lt;br /&gt;Bestow upon us fullness in our need,&lt;br /&gt;Love towards God,&lt;br /&gt;The affection of God,&lt;br /&gt;The smile of God,&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of God,&lt;br /&gt;The grace of God,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of God,&lt;br /&gt;And the will of God,&lt;br /&gt;To do on the world of the Three,&lt;br /&gt;As angels and saints&lt;br /&gt;Do in heaven;&lt;br /&gt;Each shade and light,&lt;br /&gt;Each day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Each time in kindness,&lt;br /&gt;Give us your Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-2899887332306483822?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2899887332306483822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=2899887332306483822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2899887332306483822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/2899887332306483822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-in-one-one-in-three.html' title='Three in One; One in Three'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iergzXfVhp0/Tf4cM0sGMDI/AAAAAAAAIXg/IUBLHZqW1h0/s72-c/trinity%2Bicon%2Bin%2Bcircle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1833351995946386310</id><published>2011-06-18T18:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:36:47.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkG61np7r1A/Tf1D1rmlG9I/AAAAAAAAIXQ/JdByoLOUjOY/s1600/window%2Bpainting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkG61np7r1A/Tf1D1rmlG9I/AAAAAAAAIXQ/JdByoLOUjOY/s400/window%2Bpainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619722499544914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Artist: Leon Wyczółkowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WyczolkowskiWiosna.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old saints used to refer to awareness of God as "recollection" and I've always loved that word. Probably the word in current use that comes closest to what was meant would be "mindfulness". An interest in remembering, a willingness to remember, is part of that mindfulness, I would assert:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you have seen God pass, mark that spot, and go and sit in that window again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/USASbeecher.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1833351995946386310?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1833351995946386310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1833351995946386310&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1833351995946386310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1833351995946386310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkG61np7r1A/Tf1D1rmlG9I/AAAAAAAAIXQ/JdByoLOUjOY/s72-c/window%2Bpainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020024246126389.post-1336663112505037980</id><published>2011-06-14T07:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:41:38.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Pentecost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkxx8tjVB7U/TfdW87k9yaI/AAAAAAAAIWY/kbl0wiNBW1k/s1600/Pentecost%2BGiotto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkxx8tjVB7U/TfdW87k9yaI/AAAAAAAAIWY/kbl0wiNBW1k/s400/Pentecost%2BGiotto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618054664952859042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Artist: Giotto di Bondone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giotto_di_Bondone_-_Pentecost_-_WGA09349.jpg"&gt;Image from Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from &lt;a href="http://www.episcopalchurch.org/sermons_that_work_60487_ENG_HTM.htm"&gt;a sermon by the Rev. Dr. Frank Hegedus&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps the greatest marvel of Pentecost is that the peoples gathered at Jerusalem heard the disciples at all amid the din of the city and the bustle of their own lives. But hear them they did, each of them comprehending the message of the Gospel not only in Hebrew and Greek, the common languages of that time and place, but in the language of the human heart. Now as then, all nations and peoples yearn to hear words of forgiveness and peace. But we do not live in a world that likes to listen. Too often we hear what we want to hear and simply call it the voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;All language about God is only an approximation to the reality of God, for human language cannot fully comprehend the divine mystery. No one owns the truth. No one owns God. But the more we listen, the closer we come to God. And the closer we come, the more there is to hear and understand of “God’s deeds of power” and great love for us. And then, just when we think we may finally have this God business all figured out, God surprises us yet again and challenges us to delve deeper: to love those we cannot possibly love and to forgive the unforgivable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It would be beneficial to all (and for all) if we remembered that language about God is "only an approximation". That one awareness all by itself would serve as an antidote to much of the religious conflict abounding in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020024246126389-1336663112505037980?l=doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1336663112505037980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23020024246126389&amp;postID=1336663112505037980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1336663112505037980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23020024246126389/posts/default/1336663112505037980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesnotwisdomcall.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-about-pentecost.html' title='More about Pentecost'/><author><name>Ellie Finlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807252889442220449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dazq08z7-rA/Tvyv5HnD7kI/AAAAAAAAI_M/tGWyCQaw3-g/s220/Ellie%2B12-11%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkxx8tjVB7U/TfdW87k9yaI/AAAAAAAAIWY/kbl0wiNBW1k/s72-c/Pentecost%2BGiotto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
