Category: The Power of Story

Living The Real

I’ve been working my way through The Religious Sense by Luigi Giussani and writing about some of it over at Collecting Thoughts Press.  I just pulled Giussani’s book out of my basket because of a couple of things I read in Magnificat this morning. It all leads back to the reality that man is born with a religious sense, and…

Getting to Metanoia

Three things I read this morning played into each other to reinforce a message that, apparently, I need to hear. First there is Saint Augustine, in Magnificat’s meditation of the day: If the Apostles were unbelievers, who is a believer? What are the lambs to do if the rams stumble? However, the mercy of the Lord has not denied them…

Little Observations

The Mind’s Eye: Writings on Photography and Photographers by Henri Cartier-Bresson is an interesting, elegant, little book. It’s not long. Its pages number 107, and they are sparsely populated with text and a few images. In this little volume, the famous photographer (who was also an artist and filmmaker), shares some of his thoughts on photography, art, and the people…

Sending Me a Message

It seems that everywhere I turn, I’m finding messages about humility. In today’s Magnificat meditation by Father Gerald Vann, O.P.: Jacques Maritain has some wise words on the parables of the man counting his resources before building a tower and the king counting his army before meeting his enemy in the field: “Which means to say,” he writes, “before setting…

God vs. Caesar

This week’s Gospel reading is from Matthew, 22:15–21, in which the Pharisees try to trip up Jesus by asking Him if it is lawful to pay the census tax to Caesar. Jesus asks to see the coin that is used to pay the tax, points out Caesar’s image on it and says, “Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar…

I Hear You, Bob

I think Robert Frost and I would have understood each other. The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid lolling juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in white defined Far off the homes of men, and farther…

The Virtue of Hope

Favorite Poems Old and New got overlooked for a few days, and I missed it. Since editor Helen Ferris chose poems with a young audience in mind, all of the selections could be described as having a positive outlook, but some are better than others. The one I turned to today is one I always enjoy: Hold Fast Your Dreams…