Friday Frivolity: Inspiration
I thought I would keep it simple this week:
"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine
I thought I would keep it simple this week:
This week in the JP2 Group we will be beginning our study of the letters of St. Ignatius of Antioch, an Early Church Father who died in about 107 AD.
We will begin with the letter which I think most clearly communicates Ignatius’ character, his inspiring letter to the Romans in which Ignatius pleads with that church not to try and get his death sentence changed.
After looking at several different translations of this letter, I have created my own abridged version so that we will be able to complete our study of this letter in a single evening. I have decided to make this abridged version, together with its audio, available on this blog:
“St. Ignatius of Antioch’s letter to the Romans” PDF
“St. Ignatius of Antioch’s letter to the Romans” Audio
Saw this today and couldn’t wait until next week…
For those of you who are too innocent to know why this is funny it’s probably best you stay that way, but if you really want to know, a definition of “WTF” can be found here.
The last set of Catholic Pick-Up Lines seemed to be rather popular so I thought I would do it again for this week’s Friday Frivolity 🙂
However, last time I could tell from the website statistics that an awful lot of people read the post but didn’t vote on their favourite pick-up line! Come on people! Vote!
Science, or rather, my love life, is depending on you!
Part 1 | Part 2
Below is a reworked version of a reflection I first presented at Cheltenham’s Week of Prayer for Christian Unity on 26th January 2008…
Now the tax collectors and “sinners” were all gathering around to hear [Jesus]. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.” …
Jesus said: “There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. Soon after, that son got together all he had, set off for a distant country where he squandered his wealth in wild living.
After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.’
So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s feast and celebrate.
The older brother was angry and refused to go into the house. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’ ‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'” – Luke 15:1-2, 11-32
Back in England, a lot of churches have a football team which plays in the local league. A while ago this got me thinking…
…there is strict adherence to the rule book…
…the guy in black makes the calls…
…everyone loves the team captain…
…family is always on the side of the pitch cheering on the play…
…those “on the wing” have a crucial role to play…
…the team strip is kick-ass…
…they take the after game baths very seriously…
…and only the team captain is allowed to take the final penalty.
I hadn’t planned to write about last weekend’s Gospel reading, but it has kept coming up in conversation and I’ve spoken to some people who have been really troubled by Jesus’ words, perhaps rightly so:
Great crowds were traveling with Jesus, and he turned and addressed them,
“If anyone comes to me without hating his father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. Whoever does not carry his own cross and come after me cannot be my disciple.
Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down and calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion? Otherwise, after laying the foundation and finding himself unable to finish the work the onlookers should laugh at him and say, ‘This one began to build but did not have the resources to finish.’
Or what king marching into battle would not first sit down and decide whether with ten thousand troops he can successfully oppose another king advancing upon him with twenty thousand troops? But if not, while he is still far away, he will send a delegation to ask for peace terms.
In the same way, anyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple.”
What did Jesus mean when he said we must “hate” our family and even “hate” our own lives? That sounds rather masochistic!
Is this just a bad translation? Actually, no, it’s not. The Greek word being used here is “miseo”, which, according to Strong’s Greek Lexicon means “to hate, pursue with hatred, detest”.