<?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-7772395909750911170</id><updated>2011-08-01T06:38:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you say I am?</title><subtitle type='html'>De Toi, À Toi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3329481499307069477</id><published>2012-04-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:35:14.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Scenes and Meditations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgmLK2g2aFk/TannHkTmpVI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/bfFZ6qm_njs/s1600/2011-04-13_0506.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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De la bouche du maître il sort aussi des sons qui forment des sens.  Mais ces sens sont bien moins distincts que ceux que j'exprime par les sons de ma voix.  Dans ma bouche tout a un sens.  Dans celle du maître il y a beaucoup de vains bruits.  Il est difficile et nécessaire de deviner la pensée du maître.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Anatole France, &lt;cite&gt;Pensée de Riquet&lt;/cite&gt;, quoted in Richard T. Holbrook, &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=fsJEAAAAIAAJ&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=holbrook+%22living+french%22#PPP1,M1"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Living French&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, 1917, 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7237764506063137037?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7237764506063137037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7237764506063137037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/11/hearing-you.html' title='Hearing You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3420474683615163858</id><published>2008-11-11T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:45:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion ≠ Good</title><content type='html'>A people more religious than we Americans crucified you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3420474683615163858?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3420474683615163858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3420474683615163858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/11/religion-good.html' title='Religion &amp;#8800; Good'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-8621359920427316970</id><published>2008-11-11T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:38:45.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One As Good As Another?</title><content type='html'>If everyone were equally holy, how would anyone have recognized you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-8621359920427316970?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8621359920427316970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8621359920427316970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-as-good-as-another.html' title='One As Good As Another?'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-277297548576038124</id><published>2008-09-05T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:39:53.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À Tes Amours</title><content type='html'>Did you ever sneeze?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;À tes souhaits.  À tes amours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-277297548576038124?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/277297548576038124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/277297548576038124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/09/tes-amours.html' title='À Tes Amours'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-2210317184825780976</id><published>2008-03-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:01:59.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;APPLET CODE='ICrossed1.class' cODEBASE='http://www.murphywong.net' WIDTH='421' HEIGHT='560'&gt;&lt;/APPLET&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.murphywong.net/icrossed.php"&gt;I Crossed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fr. Walter J. Ciszek, S.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I must abandon myself entirely to the will of the Father and live from now on in the spirit of self-abandonment to God.  And I did it.  I can only describe the experience as a sense of “letting go”, giving over totally my last effort or even any will to guide the reins of my own life.  It is all too simply said, yet that one decision has affected every subsequent moment of my life.  I have to call it a conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always trusted in God.  I had always tried to find his will, to see his providence at work.  I had always seen my life and my destiny as guided by his will.  At some moments more consciously than others, I had been aware of his promptings, his call, his promises, his grace.  At times of crisis, especially, I had tried to discover his will and to follow it to the best of my ability.  But this was a new vision, a totally new understanding, something more than just a matter of emphasis.  Up until now, I had always seen my role — man’s role — in the divine economy as an active one.  Up to this time, I had retained in my own hands the reins of all decisions, actions, and endeavors; I saw it . . . as my task to “cooperate” with his grace, to be involved to the end in the working out of salvation.  God’s will was “out there” somewhere, hidden, yet clear and unmistakable.  It was my role — man’s role — to discover what it was and then conform my will to that, and so work at achieving the ends of his divine providence.  I remained — man remained — in essence the master of my own destiny.  Perfection consisted simply in learning to discover God’s will in every situation and then bending every effort to do what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with sudden and almost blinding clarity and simplicity, I realized I had been trying to do something with my own will and intellect that was at once too much and mostly all wrong.  God’s will was not hidden somewhere “out there” in the situations in which I found myself; the situations themselves &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; his will for me.  What he wanted was for me to accept these situations as from his hands, to let go of the reins and place myself entirely at his disposal.  He was asking of me an act of total trust, allowing for no interference or restless striving on my part, no reservations, no exceptions, no areas where I could set conditions or seem to hesitate.  He was asking a complete gift of self, nothing held back.  It demanded absolute faith:  faith in God’s existence, in his providence, in his concern for the minutest detail, in his power to sustain me, and in his love protecting me.  It meant losing the last hidden doubt, the ultimate fear that God will not be there to bear you up.  It was something like that awful eternity between anxiety and belief when a child first leans back and lets go of all support whatever — only to find that the water truly holds him up and he can float motionless and totally relaxed.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the trials of the moment, whatever the hardships or sufferings, more important than all these was the knowledge that they had been sent by God and served his divine providence.  I could not always fathom the depths of his providence or pretend to understand his wisdom, but I was secure in the knowledge that by abandoning myself to his will I was doing as perfectly as I could his will for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual freedom of this sort, as I knew from bitter experience, is not something that can be attained overnight or ever possessed in its final form.  Every new day, every new hour of every day, every new circumstance and situation, every new act is a new opportunity to exercise and grow in this freedom.  What is required for growth is an attitude of acceptance and openness to the will of God, rather than some planned approach or calculated method.  Even ascetical practices such as penances, fasting, or mortifications can be hindrances rather than helps if they are self-imposed.  Striving instead to eliminate self-will, to accept God’s will revealed in the circumstances of daily life, is the surest way to achieve growth in conformity to the will of God.  It will provide more than enough virtue to be practiced, suffering to be sustained, pain to be borne; more important still, it will make us fit instruments to achieve his designs, not only for our own salvation but for others as well.  The service of God must take preference over all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spirituality based on complete trust in God, therefore, is the surest guarantee of peace of soul and freedom of spirit.  In it the soul must learn to act not on its own initiative, but in response to whatever demands are imposed by God in the concrete instances of each day.  Its attention must be centered precisely and primarily on God’s will as revealed and manifested in the people, places, and things he sets before us, rather than on the means required to fulfill it.  Then no matter what the means demand — suffering, risk, loneliness, or physical hardships such as hunger or sickness — the consciousness of fulfilling God’s will in accepting them makes the sacrifice easy and the burden light.  There is no other reason to accept sacrifice and mortification; indeed to seek them for any other motive than conformity to the will of God is the sign of some spiritual distortion.  But accepting whatever comes or happens as the will of God, no matter what it costs spiritually, psychologically, or physically, is the surest and quickest way to a freedom of soul and spirit that surpasses all understanding and explanation.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God in his providence does not leave men at peace until they are converted in a crisis that, sooner or later, must come to every heart.  God’s grace demands the total transformation of man, for man belongs to God.  Only in faith, only by a change of heart, can a man enter into the kingdom of God.  Sooner or later man must learn that this changing and unstable world cannot be the source of his security, of true peace of heart. “Seek first the kingdom of God,” says the Lord, “and all these things will be added to you.”  &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; is the source of our ultimate peace and security — God’s providence — but we must learn to accept him on faith, to seek his will in all things and follow it, to place our confidence and trust completely in him.  Once we have done that, we must live in that spirit daily in all we do, in all we say, in all we think.  And living in that manner, whatever we do here on earth will help to spread the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our primary responsibility, then, the main object of all our efforts, must be the transformation of ourselves, of our hearts and our lives.  Insofar as we succeed at this, we promote the spreading of God’s kingdom, for by doing this, we are at the same time disposing ourselves to help others and contribute even further to the spreading of the kingdom.  What this means in the concrete is that each of us must faithfully fulfill the duties of our daily life.  The circumstances and people that God each day presents to us through his providence offer us the opportunity to perform action after action in proof of our dedication to the kingdom.  Whether we are married and taking care of home and family, or studying in school, or working in an office or a factory or on a farm, whether we are dedicated to the priestly or religious life, matters little — in whatever we do, we must always seek first the kingdom of God.  That is, all of our actions of every day must be accepted as from God and referred back to him, must be done in a way that fulfills his will, for in this way alone is the kingdom of God promoted and spread on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experience daily just how difficult it is, therefore, to promote the kingdom of God in our personal lives by fulfilling his will in every respect.  No one who has tried seriously to live each day in this way will say it is an easy task.  It can only be done with the help of God’s grace.  That grace is always given to us, but we must learn to recognize it in the people and circumstances presented to us by God’s providence, in the thoughts and inspirations that tug at our minds and our hearts.  We know that we do not always respond to God’s grace, for his grace always demands of us sacrifice, renunciation of self-will, effort, and an untiring spirit of dedication — and the practice of these things does not come easily to the young, or the tired adult, or the old.  Yet that is what the kingdom of God is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Walter J. Ciszek, S.J., with Daniel L. Flaherty, S.J., &lt;cite&gt;He Leadeth Me&lt;/cite&gt;, Ignatius Press, 1995 (originally published by Doubleday &amp;amp; Company, 1973), pp. 76&amp;ndash;77, 159&amp;ndash;160, 168&amp;ndash;169.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofacityparishioner.blogspot.com/2006/05/easter-in-siberia-1958.html"&gt;An Easter in Siberia (1958)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofacityparishioner.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-may-22-2006.html"&gt;Monday, May 22, 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofacityparishioner.blogspot.com/2006/05/greatest-blessings-of-my-life-have.html"&gt;“Because there are priests . . . .”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofacityparishioner.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-night-in-1939-was-my-worst-in.html"&gt;“the people”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: &lt;a href="http://jenniferslinks.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-abandon-yourself-to-god.html"&gt;Jennifer’s Favorite Links&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O will be confirmed this (Friday) evening at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception.  She has chosen the name Isabel.  Barbara Palumbo is her sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 30 March 2008, 8:43 p.m.+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Walter Ciszek, Servant of God, please intercede for M’s aunt, Sister Dorothy A. Flood,  CSJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://after20080402.blogspot.com/"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;&lt;applet code="AfterLife.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="19" height="24"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-2210317184825780976?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2210317184825780976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2210317184825780976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-crossed.html' title='I Crossed'/><author><name>Leo 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/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quod dico vobis in tenebris dicite in lumine et quod in aure auditis praedicate super tecta. &amp;mdash; Mt 10, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3125740874361041612?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3125740874361041612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3125740874361041612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/03/tecta.html' title='In Lumine, Super Tecta'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R9nhXwu0AXI/AAAAAAAAALs/kzmPDTa69UQ/s72-c/cityla4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5796880886411520459</id><published>2008-02-22T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:06:40.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK to Atheism</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of the Christian is not that of defending the Muslim or the Christian.  The aim is to defend man, independently of his religion.  If Christianity helps me to defend man, then it is welcome! If it is my atheism that helps me to defend man, then it is welcome! Religion has no need of being defended, but only man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;mdash; Samir Khalil Samir, SJ, &lt;a href="http://new.asianews.it/index.php?l=en&amp;art=11478&amp;size=A"&gt;Sharia and English law: a weakened Europe abandons humanism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also Spengler, &lt;a href="http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Front_Page/JB12Aa02.html"&gt;Europe in the house of war&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5796880886411520459?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5796880886411520459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5796880886411520459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-to-atheism.html' title='OK to Atheism'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-6688155669887454991</id><published>2008-01-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:41:51.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretations</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. which is to say, being interpreted, Master. .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. which is, being interpreted, the Christ. .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. which is interpreted Peter. .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not only one way to know you, or ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-6688155669887454991?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6688155669887454991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6688155669887454991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2008/01/interpretations.html' title='Interpretations'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4002008151539157441</id><published>2007-12-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:01:29.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>And many lepers were in Israel in the time of Eliseus the prophet; and none of them was cleansed, saving Naaman the Syrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any many innoncents were in Bethlehem in the time of Herod the king; and none of them was spared, saving Jesus the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4002008151539157441?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4002008151539157441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4002008151539157441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/12/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-2278498321302022956</id><published>2007-11-19T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T04:58:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, forgive them . . .</title><content type='html'>This shows you human and divine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-2278498321302022956?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2278498321302022956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2278498321302022956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/11/father-forgive-them.html' title='&lt;q&gt;Father, forgive them . . .&lt;/q&gt;'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5311514516771977297</id><published>2007-11-08T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:35:35.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>If sex itself is bad, then God certainly had the wrong plan for Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5311514516771977297?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5311514516771977297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5311514516771977297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/11/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-932126253820534576</id><published>2007-10-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:29:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Involuntary Poverty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor are blessed not just if they choose to be poor but if they accept an involuntary poverty.  The poverty of a monk, wrote St Francis of Sales, &lt;q&gt;has a very great excellency&lt;/q&gt; but the poverty sent by fate if more excellent still, first because &lt;q&gt;she came to you not by choice, but by the will of God, who as made you poor, without any concurrence of your own will&lt;/q&gt;, and second because it is true poverty.  &lt;q&gt;That poverty which is praised, caressed, esteemed, succoured, and assisted, is near akin to riches, at least, it is not altogether poverty; but that which is despised, rejected, reproached, and abandoned, is poverty indeed.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Piers Paul Read, &lt;cite&gt;Hell and Other Destinations&lt;/cite&gt;, 2006, 120&amp;ndash;121&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-932126253820534576?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/932126253820534576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/932126253820534576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/10/involuntary-poverty.html' title='Involuntary Poverty'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-928292740223867438</id><published>2007-09-09T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:18:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many and Few</title><content type='html'>Many want to go to heaven, few want to be saints.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-928292740223867438?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/928292740223867438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/928292740223867438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-and-few.html' title='Many and Few'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4865090310641701430</id><published>2007-09-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:33:54.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liturgical Imagination</title><content type='html'>I wrote this as an Amazon.com review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Mosebach's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1586171275/hello0b5"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;The Heresy of Formlessness&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a profound and important work, comparable in religion to Lionel Trilling's The Liberal Imagination in literature. In the first essay, Mr. Mosebach writes: "I admit quite openly that I am one of those naïve folk, who look at the surface, the external experience of things, in order to judge their inner nature, their truth, or their spuriousness." This is in the spirit of Oscar Wilde, who may be considered Mr. Mosebach's guardian angel. Mr. Mosebach writes what many see, few perceive, and perhaps no one else has so beautifully expressed. Of the excellent books about liturgy (and how much better, Mr. Mosebach points out, if they did not have to be written), &lt;cite&gt;The Heresy of Formlessness&lt;/cite&gt; is perhaps the one which will be a joy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless the actions of your friend Martin Mosebach.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4865090310641701430?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4865090310641701430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4865090310641701430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/liturgical-imagination.html' title='The Liturgical Imagination'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7258647962535600272</id><published>2007-09-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:17:12.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self as Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 34 years old, [Luther] was not a young hothead.  For seven years he had lived in anguish, often in despair, about the state of his soul.  He had fought the urgings of the flesh &amp;mdash; not only desire but also hatred and envy &amp;mdash; and he had always lost the battle.  How could he hope to be saved?  Then one day, when a brother monk was reciting the Creed, the words &lt;q&gt;I believe in the forgiveness of sins&lt;/q&gt; struck him as a revelation.  &lt;q&gt;I felt as if I were born anew.&lt;/q&gt;  Faith had suddenly descended into him without his doing anything to deserve it.  His divided self or &lt;q&gt;sick soul,&lt;/q&gt; as William James called the typical state, as mysteriously healed.  The mystery was God’s bestowal of grace.  Lacking it, the sinner cannot have faith and walk in the path of salvation.  Such is the substance not merely of the Protestant idea, but of the Protestant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Jacques Barzun, &lt;cite&gt;From Dawn to Decadence,&lt;/cite&gt; p.&amp;nbsp;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egoism of Luther did not bode well for the next 500 years of salvation history.  True, the Church was decadent, but why did he worry about his soul and not God’s will?  Why was not he content to lose his self and gain you?  Why did he want to be healed so that he need not the physician?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7258647962535600272?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7258647962535600272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7258647962535600272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-as-idol.html' title='The Self as Idol'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4415822375936060886</id><published>2007-08-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:47:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Cana</title><content type='html'>At one point the wine seemed about to run out.  The bride and groom hardly noticed, but there seemed to be an argument between Jesus and his mother.  His mother spoke to some of the servants, who left the room.  After a short while they came back with a cup for the master of ceremonies, who tasted it and then stood up and joked to us about how since we were all a little drunk the wine from now on will taste even better than before.  And indeed there was plenty of wine, and it did taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4415822375936060886?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4415822375936060886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4415822375936060886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/08/cana.html' title='25 Cana'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7280187632912416025</id><published>2007-08-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:59:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Foster Reading Pope Leo the Great on You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.murphywong.net/LeoXXIII2exp.mp3" width="333" height="33" autostart="false" loop="FALSE"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenet enim sine defectu proprietatem suam utraque natura et, sicut formam servi Dei forma non adimit, ita formam Dei servi forma non minuit. &amp;mdash; Leo the Great, &lt;a href="http://frcoulter.com/leo/tractati%20magni%201/071%20Tractatus%20XXIII.2.mp3"&gt;Tractactus XXIII,2&lt;/a&gt;, as read by Father Reginald Foster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frcoulter.com/leo/index.html"&gt;Fr. Reginald Foster reads the sermons of St. Leo Magnus in Latin for your listening and learning pleasure.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7280187632912416025?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7280187632912416025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7280187632912416025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/08/father-foster-reading-pope-leo-great-on.html' title='Father Foster Reading Pope Leo the Great on You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3122561551773360075</id><published>2007-07-11T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:35:11.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>Grace is given, not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; given.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3122561551773360075?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3122561551773360075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3122561551773360075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/07/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1524236614019221258</id><published>2007-07-02T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:59:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;applet code="CrossPoint.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="420" height="540"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1524236614019221258?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1524236614019221258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1524236614019221258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/07/cross-point.html' title='Cross Point'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-8300418424386775088</id><published>2007-06-29T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:05:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saint is not necessarily an intelligent person, a sociable or popular person, or even a gifted person. A saint is a real person, with hopes, dreams, ideas, failures, gifts, insecurities and strengths. They experience disappointments at times with life and with other people. They must face temptations of despair, doubt and uncertainty about their own life and the direction it may appear to be taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all of this, though, they are people wholly devoted to God. When they fall, they get up again and are not intimidated by their own weaknesses and sins. Rather, with their eyes and hearts turned towards God and away from themselves, they throw themselves at the mercy of God. In a sense, they “force” God to act upon His word that those who are poor in spirit are blessed, “for theirs is the kingdom of God.” (Matthew 5:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such poverty, such devotion could only come from a saint, that is, one completely devoted to God because they have forgotten about themselves and have learned that often difficult lesson of trusting in God alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Br. Jeremiah Myriam Shryock CFR&lt;br /&gt;St. Joseph Friary, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franciscanfriars.com/fr.%20glenn%20letters/frglenn1021.htm"&gt;From the Friars&lt;/a&gt;, June 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-8300418424386775088?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8300418424386775088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8300418424386775088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/saint.html' title='A Saint'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1307779429399928839</id><published>2007-06-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:05:03.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag of Crosses 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;applet code="CrossedFlag2.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="416" height="790"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/cross-my-heart.html"&gt;Flag of Crosses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1307779429399928839?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1307779429399928839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1307779429399928839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/flag-of-crosses-2.html' title='Flag of Crosses 2'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3099972289559910646</id><published>2007-06-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:54:36.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sacrifice for Sins For Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God. From henceforth expecting till his enemies be made his footstool.  For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Hebrews 10:12&amp;ndash;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Matthew 26:29; read also Mark 14:25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Luke 22:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.  After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, this cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; 1 Corinthians 11:24&amp;ndash;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traditional Rite is not a ceremony that, by historical accident, the Church adopted for four centuries.  It is the Mass, and therefore timeless.  Likewise, the New Rite is not a product of the 1960s.  It is the Mass, and also timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exacteditions.com/exact/browse/397/440/2587/3/11/0/"&gt;The bishops should welcome the Pope&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em&gt;motu proprio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;cite&gt;The Catholic Herald&lt;/cite&gt;, June 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest as Christ offers the one sacrifice to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3099972289559910646?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3099972289559910646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3099972289559910646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-sacrifice-for-sins-for-ever.html' title='One Sacrifice for Sins For Ever'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-383766997480749056</id><published>2007-06-20T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:02:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Sacred Common</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every century .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. tries to make the sacred common, the difficult easy, and the serious amusing &amp;mdash; to which there really could be no objection if it were not that in the process seriousness and amusement are destroyed together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Goethe, quoted in Josef Pieper, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0898706238/hello0b5"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Faith, Hope, Love&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, p. 266&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred for the Latin language is inborn in the hearts of all the enemies of Rome. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Dom Prosper Guéranger, quoted in &lt;a href="http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-basic-difficulty.html"&gt;What is the basic difficulty?&lt;/a&gt;, Rorate Caeli, June 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no surge in priestly vocations without an appeal to young men and boys. That stands to reason. And there will be no appeal to young men and boys so long as women appear to be in complete charge of the liturgy and religious education.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Anthony Esolen, &lt;a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/june2007/esolen.htm"&gt;Redeeming the Black Avenger&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;cite&gt;Crisis&lt;/cite&gt;, June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-383766997480749056?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/383766997480749056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/383766997480749056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/making-difficult-easy.html' title='Making the Sacred Common'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-8702954248722873799</id><published>2007-06-20T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:35:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Mark 4:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-8702954248722873799?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8702954248722873799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8702954248722873799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7681308326889579685</id><published>2007-06-19T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:49:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are a convert to the faith, many of us do not remember the day of our baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Fr. Glenn Sudano, CFR, &lt;a href="http://www.franciscanfriars.com/fr.%20glenn%20letters/frglenn1015.htm"&gt;From the Friars&lt;/a&gt;, June 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many great things in our lives are unobserved &amp;mdash; and unappreciated &amp;mdash; by us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7681308326889579685?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7681308326889579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7681308326889579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-8915875446855391894</id><published>2007-06-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:04:46.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag of Crosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;applet code="CrossedFlag.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="420" height="221"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/flag-of-crosses-2.html"&gt;Flag of Crosses 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-8915875446855391894?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8915875446855391894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/8915875446855391894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/cross-my-heart.html' title='Flag of Crosses'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4586990284806662720</id><published>2007-06-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:51:12.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C’est moi cet homme !</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this that forgiveth sins also?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Luke 7:49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Cet homme mérite la mort » &amp;mdash; Cette réaction devant ce que font les autres est souvent la nôtre.  Lorsqu’on regarde ce qui se passe sur la scène internationale, avec tous ces crimes contre l’humanité qui se commettent un peu partout (en Irak, en Palestine, au Liban, en Afghanistan, à Guantanamo, par exemple).  On est naturellement scandalisés et l’on se dit spontanément que tous les auteurs de ces crimes doivent être punis.  Et puis, sans aller aussi loin, autour ne nous, parmi nos frères, nous voyons constamment des personnes faire des choses qui nous semblent inacceptables et nous sommes facilement portés à les juger dans nos coeurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, il nous faut entendre le prophète Nathan qui nous dit : « C’est toi cet homme ».  La violence est aussi au fond de chacun de nos coeurs. Nous sommes tous pécheurs et le premier pas dans la voie du salut et de la vie consiste à le reconnaître.  La vue du mal devant nos yeux ou présent un peu partout dans le monde doit nous ramener à notre propre péché.  Cela doit nous amener à dire constamment : « J’ai péché contre le Seigneur ».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, et alors seulement nous pouvons faire l’expérience vive de l’amour miséricordieux du Seigneur sur nous et nous entendre dire : « Le Seigneur a pardonné ton péché ». Et selon la vision de toute l’École spirituelle cistercienne, c’est cette conscience d’être l’objet de l’amour miséricordieux de Dieu qui nous permet d’aimer les autres.  On ne saurait aimer si l’on n’a pas fait l’expérience d’être aimé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Armand Veilleux. &lt;a href="http://users.skynet.be/bs775533/Armand/chap_2007/070613-c%27est_toi.htm"&gt;C’est toi cet homme !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4586990284806662720?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4586990284806662720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4586990284806662720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/cest-moi-cet-homme.html' title='C’est moi cet homme !'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7309452226602799108</id><published>2007-06-15T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:47:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Prayer makes something happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Credo adiuva incredulitatem meam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foederatio Internationalis Una Voce, &lt;a href="http://www.ifuv.org/docs/rome004.html"&gt;FIUV Meetings in Rome - 2007: 11th/13th June 2007 short preliminary report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7309452226602799108?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7309452226602799108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7309452226602799108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayer_15.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4384430629469923417</id><published>2007-06-10T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:26:09.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Man Cannot Believe in Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;applet code="Host.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="420" height="420"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, in the relationships of men to men, &lt;q&gt;belief&lt;/q&gt; in the strict sense [&lt;q&gt;that someone should accept something unreservedly as true without any other supporting evidence, for the sole reason that someone says so&lt;/q&gt;] is demanded or practiced, something essentially inhuman is taking place, something that is contrary to the nature of the human mind, something that is equally incompatible with its limitations and its dignity.  The ancients expressed the same idea in their more temperate manner: &lt;q&gt;The cognition of one man is not by nature so correlated with the cognition of another man that the former may be governed by the later.&lt;/q&gt;  That is to say:  no mature man is by nature so spiritually inferior or superior to another that the one can serve the other as an absolutely valid authority.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Josef Pieper, &lt;cite&gt;Faith, Hope, Love&lt;/cite&gt;, p. 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4384430629469923417?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4384430629469923417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4384430629469923417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-one-can-believe-only-in-god.html' title='Why Man Cannot Believe in Man'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3174131909636141499</id><published>2007-06-09T07:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:40:12.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus of Nazareth : Faith, Hope, Love</title><content type='html'>M and I ate last night at Jeff and Sandy’s.  Ariella very polite and mature.  Elena up from Marco Island on her way to a &lt;a href="http://www.naz.edu/dept/casa_italiana/index.cfm"&gt;Casa Italiana&lt;/a&gt; week at Nazareth College in Rochester.  Sandy’s Hebrew teacher Nurit and her husband Ephy were also there, as well as Jeff’s parents Phil and Norma, who have moved into the &lt;a href="http://tricityrentals.com/towersofcolonie/"&gt;Towers of Colonie&lt;/a&gt; after living many years in Long Island.  Elena recommended to me Walter Isaacson’s biography of &lt;cite&gt;Einstein&lt;/cite&gt; and Mark Steyn’s &lt;cite&gt;America Alone&lt;/cite&gt;, but of course I have other things to read.  Most of the discussion at the dinner table was about the Muslim’s taking over of Europe &amp;mdash; Nurit and Ephy had just come back from Italy.  Steyn apparently has a lot to say about this.  I don’t know if he adds anything to &lt;a href="http://www.atimes.com/atimes/others/spengler.html"&gt;Spengler&lt;/a&gt;.  In the library the other day I noticed that Tom Bethell also likes the Isaacson book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The prophet does not] report on the events of tomorrow or the next day in order to satisfy human curiosity or the human need for security.  He shows us the face of God, and in so doing he shows us the path that we have to take.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Moses] does not behold God’s face, even though he is permitted to enter into the cloud of God’s presence and to speak with God as a friend.  The promise of a &lt;q&gt;prophet like me&lt;/q&gt; thus implicitly contains an even greater expectation: that the last prophet, the new Moses, will be granted what was refused to the first one &amp;mdash; a real immediate vision of the face of God.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  This is the context in which we need to read the conclusion of the prologue to John’s Gospel:  &lt;q&gt;No one has ever seen God:  it is the only Son, who is nearest to the Father’s heart, who has made him known&lt;/q&gt; (Jn 1:18).  It is in Jesus that the promise of the new prophet is fulfilled.  What was true of Moses only in fragmentary form has now been fully realized in the person of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Benedict XVI, &lt;cite&gt;Jesus of Nazareth&lt;/cite&gt;, pp. 4&amp;ndash;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The believer, in the proper [&lt;q&gt;strict and full&lt;/q&gt;] sense of the word, has &amp;mdash; &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; &amp;mdash; to do not only with a given matter .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. but also with a given person:  with the witness who affirms the matter and on whom the believer relies.  &lt;em&gt;Secondly&lt;/em&gt; (and this is the question we have been examining), belief in the proper sense really means &lt;q&gt;unqualified&lt;/q&gt; assent and &lt;q&gt;unconditional&lt;/q&gt; acceptance of the truth of something.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, &lt;q&gt;I believe you but I am not quite certain&lt;/q&gt;, is either to use the word &lt;q&gt;believe&lt;/q&gt; in the improper sense or to be talking nonsense.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question then arises all the more pointedly:  How is it meaningfully possible for someone to say unconditionally:  &lt;q&gt;It is thus and not different&lt;/q&gt;?  How can this be justified when the believer admittedly does not know the subject to which he thus assents &amp;mdash; does not know it either directly, by this own perceptions, or indirectly, on the basis of conclusive arguments [though he must understand what he is assenting to]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Josef Pieper, &lt;cite&gt;Faith, Hope, Love&lt;/cite&gt;, pp.  27&amp;ndash;28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I am reading what you want me to read.  M has just told me that O wants to go out to eat a burger.  I quickly agreed and recommended a place near Mohawk Commons, where there is a Barnes and Noble &amp;mdash; perhaps they have a copy of John Lukacs’ &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0300122217/hello0b5"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;George Kennan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I’ll be able to peak into.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3174131909636141499?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3174131909636141499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3174131909636141499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/jesus-of-nazareth-faith-hope-love.html' title='Jesus of Nazareth : Faith, Hope, Love'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5070542980330545730</id><published>2007-06-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:35:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passim</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. disjointedness was not alone a &lt;em&gt;private&lt;/em&gt; matter, hidden in the individual, but .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. also a whole &lt;em&gt;objective&lt;/em&gt; world of disjointedness was extant outside the individual.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  The Germans failed to see the danger of this phenomenon; they did not separate themselves from it; they did not destroy it; on the contrary, they identified themselves with it, and they lived with it as if they belonged together, as if disjointedness were natural to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. [But] neither man nor the world can have lasting existence on the basis of disjointedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. the Germans ought to have been horrified when they become aware of the towering evil &amp;mdash; for it transgressed far beyond human proportions; they should have taken warning; they should have bethought themselves of what those forces were which contributed to the superhuman measure of the evil; they should have halted.  But they did not halt; instead they accepted the superhuman measure of the evil as their own measure; they grew into it; they identified themselves with it.  The fact, alone, that the tower of evil was built without halting and without resistence arising against it should have warned and should have frightened the Germans.  But to the contrary, it was as if that tower were building itself, as if everything moved toward its construction automatically, in an uncanny manner completely different from human work, with its rhythmic changes of growth and decline, of success and failure.  As it was, the Germans took warning only as their evils miscarried, and they became frightened only as their tower collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. In the historical periods of decline, there had always been at least some empty space alongside the fields of corruption; there had been room.  Near the end of the antique, for example, the gods had waned, had vanished.  But there still was an emptiness where once the gods had been, a distinct emptiness clearly circumscribed, so that the new star which just then was about to rise found room to shine into this emptiness.  The new God in His will to reach mankind was almost &lt;em&gt;drawn&lt;/em&gt; to the place where the old gods had been, so great was that emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the decline of today, however, the people were not even aware that God had been driven out or had left; there was not feeling of emptiness, because the emptiness had been stuffed with the rubbish produced by the discontinuity machine, overstuffed with disjointed fragments of all kinds, so that man failed to sense the emptiness and saw no need to have it filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. the German people cannot be reformed through instruction, because it is incapable of insight into its guilt.  The German of today (and there is no difference in this respect between Nazi and non-Nazi) has no inner continuity.  There are, of course, individual Germans who have inner continuity, but they are isolated individuals, and no influence emanates from them on the whole; the nation, as a whole, lives in total inner discontinuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the German has no inner continuity, he has lost memory of his evil deeds.  Everything immediately goes into oblivion; that is why he cannot bethink himself of his guilt; he lacks the material about which to think.  Whatever he has committed of evil deeds is wiped off his memory; therefore he cannot search his soul, cannot hold judgment over himself, and cannot reform.  It characterizes the German of today that he has no memory of his past deeds, that he is forever engrossed in his doings of the moment and what meets his eyes at the moment.  That is what makes it so hard to change the Germans.  They forget instruction as rapidly as they forgot the crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. Christianity, which is the world of permanence and continuity, cannot be understood by the world of disjointedness.  This being so, one cannot speak of the hostility of this world toward Christianity; the tension is not there for any sincerely hostile attitude to arise against Christianity.  Christianity simply is being swept out of this world like something which does not belong, like something which irritates because it does not fit into the world of disjointedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world of disjointedness is not necessarily consciously antagonistic to Christ&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em&gt;doctrine;&lt;/em&gt; it needs not even know that doctrine in order to be hostile to it; its hostility is &lt;em&gt;structural;&lt;/em&gt; a priori it stands in opposition to Christ&amp;rsquo;s doctrine.  With Christianity there is the structure of continuity and permanence; with the world of discontinuity the structure is disjointedness and the momentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, in this world man suffers not from the split personality based upon original sin, because no continuity exists which could reach back to original sin; modern man is split and is broken up by the structure of disjointedness, and with every moment the breach widens, because every motion in this world, be it mental or physical, already partakes of the mechanics of disintegration and not of God.  Likewise, this man is incapable of sacrificing himself, because in the world of the momentary there is no object for which to sacrifice one&amp;rsquo;s self.  Instead of sacrificing it, one throws life away in a moment.  Finally, far from dying by the schism in himself, modern man, on the contrary, uses it as a stimulant to a hectic life; he manipulates with his own fragments.  Disintegration thus becomes a way of life; one lives by one&amp;rsquo;s fragmentation rather than dying from it.  For in this world death is not real, as one perpetually jumps from the nothingness of one moment to the nothingness of the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One greatly fears in this world of disjointedness that God will appear in its midst and end it all.  That is why this world of disjointedness is forever on the move, stays forever in the race from moment to moment with the idea that if only this perpetual motion were kept going at full speed, even God could not stop the automatic juggernaut of disjointedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the instant is left, the last remnant of the vanished permanence of time, the moment as a fragmentary shred of time, not the moment of eternity.  Only as at the end, at the very last moment, Christ returns, only that moment will again be of eternity.  Faith in Christ&amp;rsquo;s second coming thus means that the last moment to come will be the catastrophe which ends this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. Hitler&amp;rsquo;s destruction came to pass against all human expectation.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  Let nobody say that Hitler was defeated because the war potential of America, of Russia, and of Britain was greater than that of the Axis.  While it is true that in June, 1940, the potential of those three powers was greater than Germany&amp;rsquo;s and its allies, it still was only a potential.  It was not translated into reality, and it seemed as if it would never become reality.  At that time, the very real superiority of Hitler confronted the very real inferiority of Hitler&amp;rsquo;s opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler for years stood on the brink of victory &amp;mdash; yet he never quite reached it.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. the state of the German people and the state of multitudes in other nations were such that Hitler as a ruler would have befitted that state.  As a person, Hitler was so null and void that he did only what others wanted him to do; his structure, as was shown, was the same as that of most of the others; it corresponded to the structure of the age, its disjointedness, its dissolution.  The world would have deserved the fate of a Hitler victory; this would have been befitting to the state of Germany, and not of Germany alone.  But the world was spared that fate.  There was a divine love toward this universe and toward mankind which would not suffer the world and its peoples to be swallowed into the whirl of chaos.  An intercession did come to pass, although mankind was not deserving of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Max Picard, &lt;cite&gt;Hitler in Our Selves&lt;/cite&gt;, pp. 247&amp;ndash;248,  251&amp;ndash;254, 259, 267&amp;ndash;268, 269&amp;ndash;270, 272.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5070542980330545730?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5070542980330545730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5070542980330545730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/passim.html' title='Passim'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7166163633428939588</id><published>2007-06-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:27:16.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the City of X</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city of X there used to live with her husband a woman, beautiful in body but even more beautiful in the serene quietude of her character.  It was in herself that she lived and by herself that she was carried, not by the external world, so that over the years her beauty seemed to grow, as did the serenity which went out from her.  Now it so happened that this woman was taken away from her husband by a man who measured his worth by the number of women he could estrange from their husbands in a given time.  In this situation, two friends of the family discussed the matter.  The first expressed his deep regret that this woman should have been uprooted from her proper place, and abused by the seducer, to boot.  &lt;q&gt;You are wrong,&lt;/q&gt; said the other, a violent anti-Nazi:  &lt;q&gt;This woman was too quiet, too sedated, too vegetative; it was necessary that this clever seducer should come along and make her more active, more dynamic, more vital; the woman needed that.&lt;/q&gt;  Whereupon the first retorted:  &lt;q&gt;Ah, but is not that exactly as with the Germans?  They, too, were so sedate, so sleepy, so slow and dormant; they, too, needed a shock, the awakening by the dynamic Hitler, in order to get more active themselves.  Politically you are violently anti-Nazi, and you denounce the Germans because they are dynamic &amp;mdash; but privately you say &lt;q&gt;yes&lt;/q&gt; to Nazi manner and Nazi methods.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addressee, in other words, was in his heart of hearts as violently Nazi as politically he believed himself to be violently anti-Nazi.  Nazism had penetrated even deeper into his being, into his soul, into his spirit than his anti-attitude; only he did not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Max Picard, &lt;cite&gt;Hitler in Our Selves&lt;/cite&gt;, p. 234&amp;ndash;235&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7166163633428939588?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7166163633428939588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7166163633428939588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-city-of-x.html' title='In the City of X'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5222004413891728411</id><published>2007-06-06T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:39:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juxtaposition of Murder and Music</title><content type='html'>Our conversion will be very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not to be wondered that Himmler was a good interpreter of Bach and that Heydrich was liable to weep in concert halls over Mozart&amp;rsquo;s music.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  Mozart before or after the gassing of human beings, Hoelderlin in the knapsack of an SS man, Goethe in the library of the guards in a concentration camp &amp;mdash; all these are possible .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. in a world wherein things no longer exist in their &lt;em&gt;essence&lt;/em&gt; but solely in &lt;em&gt;piecemeal&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  Where the juxtaposition of murder and music is not against the structure of the world but characterizes it, there is never reform or change of heart.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  Never could a Saulus become a Paulus in this realm, because in it there is nothing but the basic evil, which can only become greater, but which can never change.  There never could be a parallel to Attila&amp;rsquo;s change of heart under the persuasion of a Pope, as was effected by Leo the Great, so that he desisted from his plundering raids into Italy and turned away from Rome.  Neither could there be a parallel to a maligner&amp;rsquo;s and calumniator&amp;rsquo;s listening to exhortations, weeping over them, and desisting from his defamations, as happened with Goldschmidt, a Copenhagen journalist, under the influence of Kierkegaard.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Max Picard, &lt;q&gt;The Man of the Atrocities&lt;/q&gt;, in &lt;cite&gt;Hitler in Our Selves&lt;/cite&gt;, pp. 74, 77&amp;ndash;78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do not endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of discontinuity some particle, some idea, some object, or some person is perpetually being absoluted.  All thought, all desire, all doings then briefly concentrate upon this absoluted thing until the little fragment is discarded, and another becomes the hub of every motion &amp;mdash; and so it goes on; but invariably every new fragment is hailed as the absolute.  Each stands singled out by itself; there is nothing to compare it with, and so it might well be declared for great.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  &lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; is being absoluted does not matter; what counts is solely the &lt;em&gt;process&lt;/em&gt; of absoluting something.  It can happen even that something priceless and perfect is absoluted, as in the case of Hoelderlin and Stifter.  Those, however, are acclaimed not so much because they are perfect as because they offer fuel for the machinery which absolutes.  It is not their true character that is recognized, but the labeling of the absolute, and therefore they are actually degraded and not elevated by this seal.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Max Picard, &lt;q&gt;The Mediocre and the Futile as Absolutes&lt;/q&gt;, in &lt;cite&gt;Hitler in Our Selves&lt;/cite&gt;, pp. 105, 107&amp;ndash;108.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5222004413891728411?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5222004413891728411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5222004413891728411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/juxtaposition-of-murder-and-music.html' title='The Juxtaposition of Murder and Music'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-9156509240010737691</id><published>2007-06-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:47:44.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking</title><content type='html'>Here is a lesson I have not yet learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul VI expresses his hope for a world in which the parable of Dives and Lazarus is corrected &lt;q&gt;so that liberty is not an empty word, and Lazarus, the poor man, may sit at the same table as the rich.&lt;/q&gt;  But this is to reverse the meaning of the parable.  In the Gospel the rich man &lt;em&gt;accepit bona in vita sua&lt;/em&gt; and for that reason he ends up being punished; Lazarus, on the other hand, &lt;em&gt;recepit mala et nunc consolatur&lt;/em&gt;.  To want Lazarus to enjoy life in the same way as the rich man would mean saying he is better off with worldly goods than with heavenly consolation; or else would imply that the enjoyment of earthly goods is tied to the enjoyment of God, and necessarily brings a man to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Roman Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, paragraph 328.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuius est imago haec et inscriptio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outsiders and the Insiders came together to test you, to see if you could tell the way of God from the way of man.  Who owns me?   In whose image am I made?  Whose name is written on me?  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-9156509240010737691?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/9156509240010737691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/9156509240010737691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/lacking.html' title='Lacking'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1930358887080853353</id><published>2007-06-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:45:51.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center of Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Belloc] held that the center of existence was the tabernacle of the altar. Those close to him have witnessed to his deepening devotion to the Eucharist as the years bent him down. Indeed, Belloc insisted, it was the hatred for and attack on transubstantiation that formed the center of the bitterness moving the English reformers in the sixteenth century. Read Belloc on Cranmer. They turned all the altars around and made of them tables and thus first obscured and finally denied what it is that gave life to Catholic churches and left all others temples reminiscent of tombs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Frederick D. Wilhelmsen, &lt;a href="http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/apologetics/ap0035.html"&gt;Hilaire Belloc: Defender of the Faith &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of the corner has been reject by the builders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say at Mass: When we eat this bread and drink this cup, we proclaim Your death, Lord Jesus, until You come in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should say:  When we eat your body and drink your blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two statements on one subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;The Barbarian&lt;/q&gt; within is the man who laughs at the fixed convictions of our inheritance. He is the man with a perpetual sneer on his lips. He is above it all: he judges the poor believer in the street or in the church, some old woman huddled before a shrine of the Virgin mumbling her beads, and he judges her harshly. It is hard enough to come by belief and to live in it, but to throw it away for a cheap joke is despicable. Such are the Barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Barbarian hopes &amp;mdash; and that is the mark of him, that he can have his cake and eat it too. He will consume what civilization has slowly produced after generations of selection and effort, but he will not be at pains to replace such goods, nor indeed has he a comprehension of the virtue that has brought them into being. Discipline seems to him irrational, on which account he is ever marvelling that civilization, should have offended him with priests and soldiers.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. In a word, the Barbarian is discoverable everywhere in this, that he cannot make:  that he can befog and destroy but that he cannot sustain; and of every Barbarian in the decline or peril of every civilization exactly that has been true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belloc is describing just about everyone you met at your last cocktail party or faculty meeting. Barbarians are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Frederick D. Wilhelmsen, &lt;a href="http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/apologetics/ap0035.html"&gt;Hilaire Belloc: Defender of the Faith &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pushed to the limits of material frontiers.  But we do not see the spiritual frontiers nor appreciate pioneers of a moral life.  We have lost the cosmic viewpoint; we do not see man any more &lt;em&gt;sub specie aeternitatis&lt;/em&gt;.  We live for the moment, of the moment, and by the moment.  Our newspapers blare trivialities which are sensational today and forgotten tomorrow.  Our films create their own &lt;q&gt;stars,&lt;/q&gt; little gods and goddesses, whom millions of our people adore and worship.  In this cult the bathing suit has become a sacramental costume, and the length of female thighs substitutes for the narrowness of thought. &lt;q&gt;Baby Voorhis&lt;/q&gt; and &lt;q&gt;Mrs. Brooklyn,&lt;/q&gt; in tempting exposures, are asked the question of the age:  &lt;q&gt;Will the atomic bomb hasten or postpone the next war?&lt;/q&gt;  We pair the trivial with the sublime.  Our radio brings us chanted ditties about baby food in the middle of Beethoven&amp;rsquo;s Ninth Symphony or assures us that &lt;q&gt;Only the poor in spirit know how to make soup.&lt;/q&gt;  We have no feeling for connection, continuity, or significance.  We string the good and the evil, the high and the low, the large and the small, pointlessly together.  We do not yet perform the monstrous confusions of life and death, men and things, which the Nazis performed in the concentration camps; but unless we change our ways, we may well do so one day, and our crimes may well become &lt;q&gt;the biggest in the world.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Robert S. Hartman, Introduction to Max Picard, &lt;cite&gt;Hitler in Our Selves&lt;/cite&gt; (1947).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not change our ways.  What have our crimes become?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1930358887080853353?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1930358887080853353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1930358887080853353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/center-of-existence.html' title='The Center of Existence'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-2209554093642834705</id><published>2007-06-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:35:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;applet code="Circles.class" codebase="http://www.murphywong.net" width="420" height="420"&gt;&lt;/applet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation that occurred in 1942, Max Picard, the writer who made so much of objectivity and of things appreciated in themselves, propounded to me the absolute objectivity of the sacred; he rightly pointed out that when celebrating, a priest has to lose himself in the objective reality of the rite and thus efface his own personality.  He added picturesquely that the Mass could almost celebrate itself, the bells could ring themselves and the host could elevate itself of its own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 287.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2007/06/urgent-news-bertone-confirms-motu.html#6792398717804131157"&gt;Soon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-2209554093642834705?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2209554093642834705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2209554093642834705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/circles-for-trinity-sunday.html' title='Trinity Sunday'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-6514983574113321736</id><published>2007-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T05:50:39.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Participation</title><content type='html'>Please don&amp;rsquo;t depend on men to do your Father&amp;rsquo;s will.  At least send a Jonah.  Will we have to wait for the men of Nineveh to rise in judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is customary to object that in the Latin liturgy the people are detached from the act of worship and that there is none of that personal and vital participation which the reforms are aimed to produce.  But as against that, there is the fact that for centuries the popular mind was full of the liturgy, with the speech of ordinary people being full of words, metaphors and solecisms drawn from Latin.  Anyone who reads Giordano Bruno&amp;rsquo;s &lt;cite&gt;Candelaio&lt;/cite&gt;, with its vivid portrayal of the life of the masses, will be amazed at the knowledge people of the lowest classes had of the formulas and ceremonies of the liturgy, not always of course properly used, and often bearing a twisted meaning, but attesting nonetheless the influence the Church rites had on the popular mind.  Today such influence has entirely vanished, and popular speech takes its style from anything rather than the liturgy, especially from sport.  The reform is an important linguistic phenomenon that has changed the ritual language of half a billion people, and has removed the last traces of liturgical influence upon ordinary speech.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 277.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most striking and obvious effect of the reform was that people stopped going to Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;cite&gt;, Paragraph 283, Footnote 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely you do not want another Luther to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-6514983574113321736?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6514983574113321736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6514983574113321736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/participation.html' title='Participation'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-191189494835095076</id><published>2007-06-01T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:10:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frederick Wilhelmsen</title><content type='html'>I came across these today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty womb stripped of its child by an abortionist is analogous to the empty altar stripped of its God by the theological abortionist &amp;mdash; the man who either denies, or, what is more frequent, ignores or plays down the Real Presence of Our Lord Jesus Christ in the Sacrifice of the Mass and in the Blessed sacrament of the Altar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Frederick Wilhelmsen, quoted in  Ignacio Barreiro, &lt;a href=http://www.latin-mass-society.org/2007/affirmingthetruth.html""&gt;Affirming the Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one supreme, ineffable thing, the Eucharist, the world &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Frederick Wilhelmsen, quoted in Donald J. D&amp;rsquo;Elia, &lt;a href="http://www.catholicsocialscientists.org/Wilhelmsen.pdf"&gt;Citizen of Rome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn&amp;rsquo;t I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385523416/hello0b5"&gt;Jesus of Nazareth&lt;/a&gt; before going on to other writers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to see that you still have some friends in Europe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2006/12/italian-intellectuals-sign-tridentine.html"&gt;Italian intellectuals sign &lt;q&gt;Tridentine Manifesto&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2006/12/french-intellectuals-sign-tridentine.html"&gt;French intellectuals sign a &lt;q&gt;Tridentine Manifesto&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this &lt;a href="http://www.socalpix.com/CardinalSchoenborn.wmv"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://closedcafeteria.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Cafeteria Is Closed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cardinalschonborn.com/"&gt;Cardinal Sch&amp;ouml;nborn&lt;/a&gt; mentions &lt;a href="http://pirate.shu.edu/~jakistan/"&gt;Father Stanley L. Jaki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-191189494835095076?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/191189494835095076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/191189494835095076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/frederick-wilhelmsen.html' title='Frederick Wilhelmsen'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5213388771605204223</id><published>2007-05-31T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:14:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>I put up for hearing and reading Mary&amp;rsquo;s story &lt;a href="http://www.murphywong.net/marymurphy/friends.htm"&gt;New Friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I noticed another smile from &lt;a href="http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving-all.html"&gt;Romano Amerio&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. the modernizing school of thought often admits in words what it denies in practice, and since it is an historical and psychological fact that the more some good is undermined in practice the more lip service there is paid to it, it is not surprising that the centenary of &lt;cite&gt;Aeterni Patris&lt;/cite&gt; in 1979 was marked by statements praising and honoring the encyclical; empty praise indeed, for words cannot summon to existence things that are not.  The conference on St. Thomas held in Rome in the centenary year of &lt;cite&gt;Aeterni Patris&lt;/cite&gt; admitted the change that had occurred:  &lt;q&gt;With Vatican II, despite its reference to St. Thomas, the period of theological pluralism in which we are now living opened.&lt;/q&gt;   .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. In short, the centenary celebration of &lt;cite&gt;Aeterni Patris&lt;/cite&gt; was little more than a ceremonial, or even theatrical performance,&lt;sup&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; gone through partly for form&amp;rsquo;s sake in order to demonstrate continuity, and partly the product of that dulling of logical thought, which stems from losing a sense of the difference between the natures of things, and which leads to a confusing of one thing with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;sup&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; Reading the Acts of the congress reminds one of books published in times past, under religious or political censorship.  A book with a titlepage bearing the words &lt;q&gt;Life of the Blessed Virgin&lt;/q&gt; would contain a collection of anti-religious prints, and &lt;q&gt;Description of the Journey of Sir John Chasterly in China&lt;/q&gt; would turn out to contain the ideas of the Young Italy movement.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraphs 240 and 242.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5213388771605204223?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5213388771605204223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5213388771605204223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-3805016232720021529</id><published>2007-05-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:50:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs and Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give new signs and work new wonders; show forth the splendor of your right hand and arm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Sirach 36:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this during the day.  But at night I thank you it did not happen.  How little ready I am for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-3805016232720021529?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3805016232720021529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/3805016232720021529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/signs-and-wonders.html' title='Signs and Wonders'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1305429529674946827</id><published>2007-05-29T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:31:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving All</title><content type='html'>Am reading Guardini again.  Will I then leave all and follow you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps Romano Amerio should be my companion on your way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The height of perfection lies not in the conquest of the universe, nor in Bacon&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em&gt;prolatio ad omne possibile&lt;/em&gt;, nor in any thing which can be put to either good or evil use by technology, but in moral heroism and in that alone, because through it alone man conforms to the divine image in which he is created, and express the life of the Incarnation and of the Holy Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 212&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paragraphs 202&amp;ndash;203, Romano Amerio writes about the importance of every &lt;em&gt;present&lt;/em&gt; moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The respect man owes to the law is owed and payable at every moment in time &lt;em&gt;independently of every other&lt;/em&gt;.  Past and future moments in life are absent here and now, but man&amp;rsquo;s relation to his ultimate end, namely God, is always present, and it dominates what the whole of man is, and leaves no part of himself that he can give to finite things as subtracted from God.  This is what gives moral life its seriousness.  Not one instant of a man&amp;rsquo;s life is free for him to devote to sin; this is a truth that has been preached in every age of Christian history.  Every moment of wasted time has to be &lt;em&gt;redeemed&lt;/em&gt;, that is, put into relation with the transcendent, apart from which there is nothing but non-being, whether metaphysical or moral.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  A present intention to do evil is incompatible with an intention to repent and make reparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die to myself when I make every act my last act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian religion teaches that a man should deny himself, not realize himself.  This renunciation, it should be noted, is brought about by conforming oneself to the law, that is, to the will of God, and is not a self-annihilation, but the cutting off of egoism and self-love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Romano Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the few, perhaps the only, humorous moments of &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Romano Amerio quotes Lech Walesa: &lt;q&gt;As I worker I would like to work as little as possible.&lt;/q&gt;  Paragraph 211, Footnote 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This footnote I hope is true, even if it contradicts both Jacques Barzun and James Agate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediaeval artists, who were often anonymous, would create beautiful objects not for the service of man, but so that they could proclaim the glory of God.  Thus it was that they often placed their statues in the vaults of cathedrals, away from the light, though they were thus invisible to men, for whose benefit they had not been made.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Roman Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 216, Footnote 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerio comes back to this later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An over-emphasis on the merely functional aspects of a church building diminishes one&amp;rsquo;s sense of the sacred.  A church is indeed a place where the faithful meet to pray and to take part in the liturgy, but it has a sacred character even when such functions are not being exercised within it; a sacred building like every other artistic creation of a religious sort, exists in itself as distinct from the use which may subsequently be made of it.  &lt;em&gt;Si hi tacuerint, lapides clamabunt&lt;/em&gt; [Luke, 19:40 &lt;q&gt;If these (people kept silent, the stones would cry out.&lt;/q&gt;] is a saying applicable to sacred architecture; or as Rouault said, churches ought to be &lt;em&gt;maisons priantes&lt;/em&gt; [&lt;q&gt;Houses that pray&lt;/q&gt;], not merely places that people use for prayer, but places which themselves pray.  This is true of those mediaeval churches in which an artist has hidden some beautiful carving or painting high up in a remote corner, away from the light where nobody sees it, but where all by itself it still sings the glory of God for whom it was made; made by an artist content that his own name too should be similarly forgotten, that the name of God alone might be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Roman Amerio, &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;, Paragraph 292.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, too, has to do with leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1305429529674946827?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1305429529674946827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1305429529674946827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving-all.html' title='Leaving All'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-5175382948978970437</id><published>2007-05-28T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:07:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You are the Word before creation.  You are the Son before Jesus.  You said, Before Abraham was, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your servant Romano Amerio wrote in &lt;cite&gt;Iota Unum&lt;/cite&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The denial of the primacy of knowledge over life has penetrated the Church.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  The supernatural virtues of hope and charity are thus deprived of their foundation and become mere manisfestations of vitality.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  It is characteristic of modernism to base beliefs on a feeling and an experience of the divine.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.  This is the mentality that Lessing expressed so well in the parable in &lt;cite&gt;Eine Duplik&lt;/cite&gt;.  &amp;ldquo;If the infinite and omnipotent God were to give me the option between the gift in his right hand, which is the possessing of the truth, and the gift in his left, which is searching for the truth, I would humbly pray:  O Lord, grant that I may search for the truth, for possessing it belongs only to you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistake in this position lies in regarding as humble an attitude that is really an intense form of pride.  What is someone really preferring when he prefers searching for the truth to truth itself?  He is preferring his own subjective movement and the activity of the Ego more than the good that his powers of acting are given him to attain.  In short the Object is being valued less than the subject and an anthropocentric view is being adopted that is irreconcilable to religion, which seeks the creature&amp;rsquo;s subjection to the Creator and teaches that in being thus subjected the creature finds its own satisfaction and perfection.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.    &amp;ldquo;Blessed are they who hunger and thirst after justice, for they shall be satisfied (with justice).&amp;rdquo;  The subjective quest for beatitude must take second place to the triumph of God, its Object.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is &amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. the thing that substantiates hope, not something substantiated by hope.  [Faith is the definition of things hoped for, the testimony of things not seen. &amp;mdash;Hebrews 1:1].  One hopes for heaven because one believes it is there; one does not believe it is there because one hopes for it&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the priority of faith over hope belongs to the basis of Catholic religion, which is rationality.  All the theological virtues have a motive, and what is a motive if not a reason?  Their character as motivated acts was clear in the now disused formulas of acts of faith, hope and charity, and in the act of sorrow, all of which were taught in catechisms and used daily in Christian life.  You believe in revelation &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; God exists and is truthful.  You hope for eternal salvation and the forgiveness of sins &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; Jesus Christ merited them and strengthens our wills.  You love God &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; he is infinite Good and infinitely lovable, and you love your neighbor, who is not infinitely lovable, &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; you love God who has made him.  Lastly, you are sorry for and repent of your sins &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; you have offended God and because you have lost him as your happiness.  Reasonableness or rationality thus dominated all the doings of the Catholic religion, which never takes the dependent creature man as its foundation, but the all sufficient God.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-5175382948978970437?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5175382948978970437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/5175382948978970437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you_28.html' title='You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7019684665503486337</id><published>2007-05-27T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:57:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>I have closed &lt;a href="http://leowongmemorare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memorare&lt;/a&gt;, so now it is you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7019684665503486337?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7019684665503486337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7019684665503486337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-2161855148357304836</id><published>2007-05-21T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:37:19.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You have overcome the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world does not know you.  Come, Lord Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-2161855148357304836?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2161855148357304836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2161855148357304836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you_21.html' title='You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-6426983704104401546</id><published>2007-05-18T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:48:54.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You want to live in me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-6426983704104401546?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6426983704104401546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/6426983704104401546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you_18.html' title='You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7650549776594515121</id><published>2007-05-16T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:34:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You are the one who doesn&amp;rsquo;t want me to get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7650549776594515121?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7650549776594515121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7650549776594515121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you_16.html' title='You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-4827086863499246495</id><published>2007-05-14T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:02:29.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You are the One who commanded us: Love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-4827086863499246495?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4827086863499246495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/4827086863499246495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7709499709553948767</id><published>2007-05-10T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:25:43.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You in Others</title><content type='html'>We think we are dealing with men, but we are dealing with God.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7709499709553948767?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7709499709553948767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7709499709553948767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-in-others.html' title='You in Others'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-7548808596779373469</id><published>2007-05-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:51:17.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Rose from the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; 1 Corinthians 15: 12&amp;ndash;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: you have risen from the dead, and we shall rise from the dead.  Our end is not this life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-7548808596779373469?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7548808596779373469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/7548808596779373469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-rose-from-dead.html' title='You Rose from the Dead'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-2966911239082841724</id><published>2007-05-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:42:08.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying to You</title><content type='html'>What I must always remember when I pray to you or the Father is that you and He are already listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action of God who comes to meet us .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;. precedes our decisions and our ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Pope Benedict XVI, quoted in Sandro Magister, &lt;a href="http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio.jsp?id=137741&amp;eng=y"&gt;The Fathers of the Church in Installments, Every Wednesday from the Vatican&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-2966911239082841724?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2966911239082841724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/2966911239082841724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/praying-to-you.html' title='Praying to You'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1016616043918999795</id><published>2007-05-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:21:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By Joseph Ratzinger / Benedict XVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimate friendship with Jesus, on which everything depends, threatens to become a groping around in the void. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash; Joseph Ratzinger / Benedict XVI, quoted in Sandro Magister, &lt;a href="http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio.jsp?id=110941&amp;eng=y"&gt;The Next Battle For and Against Jesus Will Be Fought by the Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read also Sandro Magister, &lt;a href="http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio.jsp?id=133541&amp;eng=y"&gt;And He Appeared in Their Midst: “Jesus of Nazareth” at the Bookstore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I recognize you in the Pope&amp;rsquo;s book?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1016616043918999795?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1016616043918999795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1016616043918999795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-joseph-ratzinger-benedict-xvi.html' title='By Joseph Ratzinger / Benedict XVI'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-529728048149930366</id><published>2007-05-03T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:36:45.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Man?</title><content type='html'>In your lifetime I might have said you were a great man, but not now, not after Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-529728048149930366?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/529728048149930366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/529728048149930366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-man.html' title='A Great Man?'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772395909750911170.post-1868750880366320005</id><published>2007-04-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:03:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you say I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.murphywong.net/gospel2.htm#53"&gt;Who do you say I am?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7772395909750911170-1868750880366320005?l=wdysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1868750880366320005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7772395909750911170/posts/default/1868750880366320005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdysia.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-do-you-say-i-am.html' title='Who do you say I am?'/><author><name>Leo Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599892456831926549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XgnAj52I-Hc/R19TQwYuchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNzxWVUz-wg/S220/ASUS00013.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
