Words on the Trinity

By Fr. Dumitru Stăniloae

At the basis of all existence is an existence without a prior cause. In other words, there must have been Something there, from eternity. There could NOT have been – at some time [in the beginning] – just “nothing”. There has [always] been Something, which comes from eternity. Now, this causeless Thing must have perfection, it must comprise everything in it. And this is God. And a perfect existence – an existence which isn’t minor, from which no “nothing” can ensue, must have, first of all, a conscience. Then it must also have love. So an aeternal God – a God who comes from eternity, Who is the source of all existence, Who is the basis of existence, Continue reading

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Sonnet 66

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

As to behold desert a beggar born,

And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity,

And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplac’d,

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d,

And strength by limping sway disabled

And art made tongue-tied by authority,

And folly – doctor-like – controlling skill,

And simple truth miscall’d simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill:

Tir’d with all these, from these would I be gone,

Save that to die, I leave my love alone.

 

William Shakespeare

Ornament

About Mind and Style

By Blaise Pascal

1. The difference between the mathematical and the intuitive mind. — In the one, the principles are palpable, but removed from ordinary use; so that for want of habit it is difficult to turn one’s mind in that direction: but if one turns it thither ever so little, one sees the principles fully, and one must have a quite inaccurate mind who reasons wrongly from principles so plain that it is almost impossible they should escape notice.

But in the intuitive mind the principles are found in common use and are before the eyes of everybody. One has only to look, and no effort is necessary; it is only a question of good eyesight, but it must be good, for the principles are so subtle and so numerous that it is almost impossible but that some escape notice. Now the omission of one principle leads to error; thus one must have very clear sight to see all the principles and, in the next place, an accurate mind not to draw false deductions from known principles.

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The Shadow

Back to the days when just about the only way for us to hope to “speak out” or “get a message out there” was folk music. It was after all these years that these lyrics suddenly hit home and revealed what I think they were really about, although we have always enjoyed their beauty and deep-sounding tone, as it were. Lyrics speaking of pain and suffering in a muffled voice; hurting hopelessness; souls like “shadows”, all but deprived of their wholeness of Being/Love, save for a tiny sparkle of divinity, which only keeps them aching; in a closed, hopeless world where faith is but a fallen Mast and there is so much “bad” and “yes” around, that paradoxically, it all gets turned upside down into “good” and “no” – a strange play of denial leading to yet more longing – for the true freedom – and God. Lyrics rife with the Ultimate and Eternal symbols. I’ve tried to do my best to translate/adapt this poem according to what I feel is its true underlying purport, stuck as we were under communism as under a glass dome. The capital letters are mine. To me, all that was yesterday. Continue reading

Father Calistrat

There used to be this elderly lady in my village, Ruxanda; she had cirrhosis and had reached that terminal point, which would cause the poor thing to literally “spit out” her liver, as they say. We were during the “Cheese week”, on a Friday, two days before the beginning of the Lent. I’m telling you this story so you can see how people on their deathbed listen to their Confessor, and how great the confession mystery is.

The woman’s daughter-in-law contacted me and told me: “Father, my mother-in-law has grown very weak; could you please come and give her the Eucharist, because she’s leaving us.” I took the Holy Mysteries with me, my epitrachil and all the other necessary things and went to her place.

Pr CALISTRAT

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Father Tănase

Translation:

The Camp in Valea Screzii village, Prahova county, Romania 

Father Nicolae Tănase

Everything started in Bucharest, in 1990, when poet Ioan Alexandru, also the senator for our county back then – now reposed in the Lord – got back from a conference in Oslo, where he basically “learnt” that the unborn had rights, too. That is when we started up our association — we called it “Saving Life – Provita Brâncoveanu”. During one of our conferences, a young woman, a student, got up and said: “I would like to keep my child, but neither of my parents know about it and I have no means to raise it.” — and because we offered to raise her child, that was the first child we took care of. Since then, over 1000 children have been raised or taken care of by our association. Some of them left, some stayed with their mothers for a month or two, and others were taken by their parents/relatives. We have likely had more than 1000 children in our care so far. At the moment we have only 208. Continue reading