In Roman Times"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy," declared the preacher.In Roman Times by Celestialhost
The warm sun was starting to go down. Evening was closing in, yet the crowd still listened to the preacher, captivated by his lessons.
"Blessed are the pure in heart," he continued. "For they shall see God."
Some distance away, two women stood apart from the crowd. They wore the attire of wealthy Roman aristocrats. Veils shrouded their pale skin from the sun.
"Mother, this is the third day you have dragged me into the burning sun to listen to this warm Jew," complained one of them.
"Oh, Julia, aren't you delighted by his words? Don't they stir such a passion in your undead heart? I could listen to this man forever," said Penelope.
"He has a way of putting things, I admit. But it's all the usual Jewish nonsense. Kingdom of God, and all that. I'm a Roman. It's really not for me," replied Julia.
"You should not despise the Jews. They believe in just one god. Many of the philosophers agree that there is only on
I feel encouragedOver the last month I have been contemplating conversion to the Catholic church and have been going to mass at the nearest parish. I have been feeling quite frustrated at how unwelcoming it has seemed.I feel encouraged by Celestialhost
If you visit an Evangelical church, the likelihood is that an army of people will welcome you, the pastor will come an talk to you and you will be invited to come and to a membership class or join a home group. Catholic churches are seldom so friendly and often nobody will talk to visitors.
I went to the Easter vigil mass yesterday still feeling very frustrated about this. As I sat in my car, I whispered the Hail Holy Queen prayer:
Hail Holy Queen, mother of mercy! To thee to we cry, poor banished children of Eve. To thee do we lift up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears! Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Oh clement, oh loving, oh sweet Virgin Mary!
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I have become a poetry fan, finally (is jazz next? lol). Robinson Jeffers is one of my favorites.
A free verse poet, the guy's stuff seems almost like Black Metal lyrics..very pagan and misanthropic. But unlike T.S Eliot it is not bleak..there is the depth and power of the eternal in the natural world which we are nothing to. It makes sense and has purpose.
This Poem and The Hollowmen are my favorites..