And, as if that's not enough, how sweet to have satellite radio and be able to play, at a touch of a button, some bebop piano jazz? How surreal is that? And while digital music is not the same as being there, it's still amazing to have what sounds like a symphony in your house.
But how does one appreciate the finite without overlooking the infinite?
Finally, it's an invention as old as civilization but beer is likewise a wonder product. If beer didn't exist it would have to be invented. It's not by accident or because of its color that wine - and not water - becomes the blood of Christ. It's a quantum leap from water to wine, and by changing wine into His Blood he teaches us that there's an infinitely quantum leap to his blood here.
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Reading Lenten things that are paradoxically juxtapositional, if you will. Our parish's Spiritual Life committee sent out a booklet of quotations from Henry Nouwen, and Ignatius Press recently put out a book by Fr. Stinessen called "Into Your Hands".
From Fr. Stinessen, all worry is unnecessary. A prayer from Henry Nouwen: "I accept that some worries are part of being human. But I know many of my worries would evaporate if I learned to trust You more!"
The radical, divine choice is the choice to reveal glory, beauty, truth, peace, joy and love through the complete divestment of power...We keep praying to the "almighty and powerful God." But all might and power is absent from the one who reveals God to us saying, "When you see me, you see the Father." If we truly want to love God, we have to look at the man of Nazareth, whose life was wrapped in weakness.
From Fr. Stinessen:
[God] is not a weak spectator who witnesses how people misuse their freedom and destroy his plans. It would be senseless to surrender oneself to such a powerless God. God is active love, and all that occurs and is done by human beings is integrated into his all-encompassing activity.
On the secular front, am thrilled by how good Gushin's "The Line" is. Rich novel right in my wheelhouse. It's a pure thing. I nursed my cold this morning by getting under the covers and drinking coffee and reading "The Line" for a half-hour. Just sort of lucked into it and here Steven and Gary, a librarything acquaintance, have read it, and one of National Review's editors tweeted his appreciation of it.