Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Before reviewing this book, I have to make a full disclosure: I have not actively done the exercises in it. I have read it, but not done it. And this is definitely a book that was written to be worked through, to be actively engaged. Sr. Kathryn J. Hermes, FSP, is the author of Surviving Depression and now brings us Holding on to Hope: The Journey Beyond Darkness. She intends this book as a sort of sequel or "something more" than her first. Holding onto Hope is for those who have survived depression and now are at a place in their lives when they are ready to be healed.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Eighth Day Books' printed catalogue is in itself a source of great insights and fodder for blog posts. The little bookstore in Kansas has as its mission to offer "an eccentric community of books based on this organizing principle: if a book—be it literary, scientific, historical, or theological—sheds light on ultimate questions in an excellent way, then it's a worthy candidate for inclusion in our catalog.
"Reality doesn't divide itself into "religious" and "literary" and "secular" spheres, so we don't either. We're convinced that all truths are related and every truth, if we pay attention rightly, directs our gaze toward God. One of our customers found us "eclectic but orthodox." We like that."
Friday, October 7, 2011
... have come from us? Yes, yes, she did.
|SHE walks in beauty, like the night|
|Of cloudless climes and starry skies;|
|And all that 's best of dark and bright|
|Meet in her aspect and her eyes:|
|Thus mellow'd to that tender light|
|Which heaven to gaudy day denies.|
|One shade the more, one ray the less,|
|Had half impair'd the nameless grace|
|Which waves in every raven tress,|
|Or softly lightens o'er her face;|
|Where thoughts serenely sweet express|
|How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.|
|And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,|
|So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,|
|The smiles that win, the tints that glow,|
|But tell of days in goodness spent,|
|A mind at peace with all below,|
|A heart whose love is innocent!|
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
"So, I found myself at a restaurant dinner recently with a nice middle-aged woman on my left and her college-aged son on my right. She was understandably proud of her handsome boy, Dave, and noted how well he was doing at a state university (major undeclared). To be polite, she asked about my son, Norman, a student at St. Gregory Academy, a conservative Catholic all-boys boarding high school that boasts 'no technology' as a policy. This point slipped into my succinct answer to her question, and it stunned her.
"'No Facebook? No iPads? No Google searches? No laptops? No software skills?'
"'No,' I said. 'We see it as a distinction between classical education and technical training. We think Norman can pick up applicable computer skills after we get his head filled with great thoughts. Our view, and that of the school, is that there are only so many hours in a day, and we’d rather have Norman spend time on Aquinas and Homer than PowerPoint and Excel.'
"'But you can’t just skip computers,' she said. 'All of Dave's school work is done with computers. And he knows all that classical stuff, too.'
"I turned to her son. 'Dave, what are the two great epic poems of Homer?'
"Dave smiled. 'Simpson?'”