I'm about as sharp as a drop of water right now, so I'll let someone else do the talking:
"Many, for example, avowedly followed Cecil Rhodes because he had a vision. They might as well have followed him because he had a nose; a man without some kind of dream of perfection is quite as much of a monstrosity as a noseless man. People say of such a figure, in almost feverish whispers, 'He knows his own mind,' which is exactly like saying in equally feverish whispers, 'He blows his own nose.'"
G.K. Chesterton
Heretics p.300
Chesterton is quite amusing to read. I read this earlier book of his mainly because it leads into one of his best known works,
Orthodoxy, which I will begin shortly. I had wanted to start reading his books some time ago, and finally did when a parishioner lent me perhaps his best-known novel,
The Man Who Was Thursday. Good stuff.
Otherwise, I recently bought and started
Theology of the Body Explained, by Christopher West. I almost did this months ago... but did not. I'm only in the Prologue right now, as it's a bit of a slow read (and I'm a slow reader, and a slow everything else under the sun...). Every paragraph offers a lot to digest and reflect on, so this could take a while.
In my previous update, I said that there was discomfort with the new group of friends in Kenosha. I'll have to take that back, after meeting with them on two more occasions. They're great people, and I hope to be in more contact with them.
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This post is growing..........)
Saw
Nativity Story. I liked it, though it was negatively affected by high expectations. It started on a high note with my all-time favorite hymn,
O Come, O Come Emmanuel, in Latin (here is
Tatiana's version). Mary was disappointing, especially at the
Annunciation (when the angel Gabriel came to her). This is one of my favorite events of the Gospel story, so my vision of it was not matched on film (the
Visitation to her cousin Elizabeth was pretty cool though). On the flip side, Joseph is my new hero! He was portrayed BRILLIANTLY. I just hope and pray that I can be half the man he was.
In my previous update, I inaccurately stated that discernment had come to a halt. More accurately, I haven't been ACTIVELY discerning, in a serious manner. The internal discernment continues on, and is quite excruciating. Well, I suppose it would be if you encounter a fork in the road and you keep on walking forward anyway (or worse, simply stop walking). .. ....OK, getting cryptic, sorry, my fluidic sharpness was returning. Anyway, I'll be going to a vocation discernment event at the
Archbishop's house this Friday to further grind my internal organs to a pulp.
Hmm, I meant this to be short. Ah well.
