Neither final nor fatal

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts”
– Winston Churchill
"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts”
– Winston Churchill
I’ve written previously about the tone-deaf nature of Planned Parenthood tweets, so much so that I had wondered if a pro-lifer had secretly infiltrated their ranks. Now I’m starting to think that they’re actually written by someone from the satire site, The Onion…
In our hearts and minds today: all of the fathers and parents who have been separated from their children at borders. Keep families together. #FathersDay
art: Repeal Hyde Art Project pic.twitter.com/7NPiyXlL7z
— Planned Parenthood (@PPFA) June 17, 2018
Planned Parenthood cares so much about keeping mother and child together and about celebrating fatherhood…
On #Juneteenth, we honor African-Africans’ emancipation from slavery. We will continue the fight for racial justice. pic.twitter.com/VmWPpvCk9v
— ACLU (@ACLU) June 19, 2018
You know your founder, Margaret Sanger, was a eugenicist, right?!
There Is a Hidden Epidemic of Doctors Abusing Women in Labor, Doulas Say: https://t.co/ZldXxcdanb
— Planned Parenthood (@PPFA) June 19, 2018
Well, Planned Parenthood has a way of avoiding needing to go to the delivery room at all…
Something a little lighter this week: Hawk Nelson’s “Live live you’re loved”…
You’re not the only one who feels like this
Feelin’ like you lose more than you win
Like life is just an endless hill you climb
You try and try, but never arrive
I’m tellin’ you somethin’
This racing, this running
Oh, you’re working way too hard! (You’re working way too hard)
And this perfection you’re chasing
Is just energy wasted
Cause he love’s you like you are!
So go ahead and live like you’re loved
It’s ok to act like you’ve been set free
His love has made you more than enough
So go ahead and be who he made you to be
And live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
And live like you’re know you’re valuable
Like you know the one that hold your soul
Cause mercy has called you by your name
Don’t be afraid to live in that grace
I’m tellin’ you somethin’
This God we believe in
Yeah, he changed everything
No more guilt! No more shame!
He took all that away
Gave us a reason to sing
So go ahead and live like you’re loved
It’s ok to act like you’ve been set free
His love has made you more than enough
So go ahead and be who he made you to be
And live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved
Live like you’re loved, walk like you’re free
Stand like you know, who he made you to be
Live like you’re loved, like you believe
His love is all, that you’ll ever need
So go ahead and live like you’re loved
His love has made you more than enough
So go ahead and live like you’re loved
It’s ok to act like you’ve been set free
His love has made you more than enough
So go ahead and be who he made you to be
In our monthly C.S. Lewis book club, we’ve nearly completed “The Great Divorce”. When we’re finished with that book, we’re going to begin “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”. I’ve loved the Chronicles of Narnia ever since I was very little. Particularly after rereading them as an adult, I thought I understood them very well. Great was my surprise, therefore, when I first heard about “Planet Narnia”, a theory put forward by Michael Ward outlining another layer of meaning behind each book in the series…

A friend of mine forwarded me an email from her daily email reflections…
That is very simply what a pilgrim does: walk. And it is the way the pilgrim prays, with his or her feet. And the feet walk through dark clouds to illumination to the light that is holy action. Through dark, cloud-filled days to a hint of subtle lightening to the sun breaking through, the feet taking us where we least thought we’d go, where before we had thought darkness dwelt, and finding there instead, in bright sunlight, the broken, the poor, the marginal, those made ugly or disfigured by abuse and oppression and woundedness.
We are changed simply by walking, rain or shine, toward and back from whatever shrine we had thought contained our hope and longing. We walk back toward what was there all along that we could not see.
— from Enter Assisi: An Invitation to Franciscan Spirituality

The reason priests where black is that they’re all secretly ninjas. This one just doesn’t hide it…