Wise Words on Wednesday: The Christmas Paradox

“Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.”
– G.K. Chesterton
"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine

“Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.”
– G.K. Chesterton


“Ah! If only your heart could become a manger, then God would ponce again become a child on this earth”
– Angelus Silesius (via Pope Francis via Fr. Godric via Fr. Boniface)

“The Nativity” by Gari Melchers


I’ve listened to Pints With Aquinas since about the beginning of 2017. It was part of my initiative to finally stop being afraid of St. Thomas Aquinas and his magnum opus, the Summa. This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I was listening to the latest episode of the podcast. Oh boy… This week Matt tackled so many topics which are sure to irritate many!
Should I lie to my kids about Santa Claus?
Would it have been allowable to lie to the Nazis?
Should we be allowed to take Communion in the hand?
Is swearing okay?
How does Matt (and St. Thomas) answer these questions? Click here to find out. For what it’s worth, I don’t necessarily agree 100% with all the points made here, but that’s another post for another time…
After finishing the episode, I did tweet Matt, pointing out that he missed an obvious fund-raising gimmick with this episode…
Matt recently quit his job and will be devoting himself to the podcast full-time. If you’re an awesome person and want to prove it, you could even donate a few dollars each month to the apostolate via Patreon.
Since yesterday Christmas began, it’s time to crack open the Christmas Music! Today is one of my favourites, “I heard the Bells on Christmas Day”, by Casting Crowns:
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet their songs repeat
Of peace on earth good will to men
And the bells are ringing (peace on earth)
Like a choir they’re singing (peace on earth)
In my heart I hear them (peace on earth)
Peace on earth, good will to men
And in despair I bowed my head
There is no peace on earth I said
For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Then rang the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead, nor does he sleep (peace on earth, peace on earth)
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men
Then ringing singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men
