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Prayer of St Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
 
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

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When you die, it doesn’t not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live.
ESPN Commentator Stuart Scott on his cancer and beating it. 

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Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see  
A poem lovely as a tree.  

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest  
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;  

A tree that looks at God all day,          
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;  

A tree that may in summer wear  
A nest of robins in her hair;  

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;  
Who intimately lives with rain.   

Poems are made by fools like me,  
But only God can make a tree.

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The crux and crisis is that man found it natural to worship; even natural to worship unnatural things… If man cannot pray, he is gagged; if he cannot kneel he is in irons.
GK Chesterton on how we are wired for worship.

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[He] began to see a particular nightmare over and over again. In this dream, he runs toward the sinking sun. He eventually becomes exhausted and collapses within the darkness enveloping around him. When he told his sister about this dream, she told him, “Jerry, you are running the wrong way… If you turn around and run through the darkness, the sun will meet you on the other side.”

~Clyde Godwin on dream by Jerry Sittser

Sometimes the best thing and the brave thing to do is to face your fears. 

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The beautiful, almost without any effort of our own, acquaints us with the mental event of conviction, and so pleasurable a mental state is this that ever afterwards one is willing to labor, struggle, wrestle with the world to locate enduring sources of conviction — to locate what is true.
Harvard Prof Elaine Scarry on truth, beauty, and conviction.

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A Conversation About Art
  • Aristotle: The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things but their inward significance.
  • Makoto Fujimura: "Art cannot be divorced from faith, for to do so is to literally close our eyes to that beauty of the dying sun setting all around us. Every beauty also suffers. Death spreads all over our lives and therefore faith must be given to see through the darkness, to see through the beauty of "the valley of the shadow of death."
  • Prayers are given, too, in the layers of broken, pulverized pigments. Beauty is in the brokeness, not in what we can conceive as the perfections, not in the, "finished" images but in the incomplete gestures.
  • Leo Tolstoy: "Art should cause violence to be set aside... The destiny of art in our time is to transmit from the realm of reason to the realm of feeling the truth."

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Alone: A Poem by Maya Angelou (RIP)

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.