Easter should make rebels of us all.
— David Bentley Hart, The Doors of the Sea (via invisibleforeigner)
“Do you wish to honor the body of the Savior? Do not despise it when it is naked. Do not honor it in church with silk vestments, while outside you are leaving it numb, cold, and naked. He who said, ‘This is my body’, and made it so by his word, is the same that said, ‘you saw me hungry and you gave me no food. As you did it not to the least of these, you did it not to me.’ Honor him then by sharing your property with the poor, for what God needs is not golden chalices, but golden souls.” Homily 50 on Matthew — John Chrysostom in 1888
You’re only as good as your last AB. I’ve always said that. You’re only as good as your last game and how you played. Sometimes you gotta flush it and come back the next day and be ready to go.
Bryce Harper (via mightyflynn)
Bryce Harper ON WRITING
He did not merely ask men to turn the other cheek when smitten on the one, to go the second mile when compelled to go one, to give the cloak also when sued at the law and the coat was taken away, to love our enemies and to bless them; he himself did that very thing. The servants struck him on one cheek, he turned the other and the soldiers struck him on that; they compelled him to go with them one mile, from Gethsemane to the judgment hall, he went with them two, even to Calvary. They took away his coat at the judgement hall and he gave them his seamless robe at the cross; and in the agony of the cruel torture of the cross he prayed for his enemies, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.
Christianity is not an intellectual system, a collection of dogmas, or a moralism. Christianity is instead an encounter, a love story; it is an event.
— Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger (via matthewshealey)
A sacramental view of the world sees all things as part of God’s good creation, potential signs of the glory of God; things become less disposable, more filled with meaning. At the same time, a sacramental view sees things only as signs whose meaning is only completely fulfilled if they promote the good of communion with God and with other people.
By having a reverence for life, we enter into a spiritual relation with the world…By practicing reverence for life we become good, deep, and alive.
— Albert Schweitzer (via unconditionedconsciousness)
Faith is a trusting, obedient life on the road, the way. Faith is a resolute “Yes” to the promises and commands of the living God, God as present. And faith is a firm “No” to an idol subject to manipulation and control, a god that we can see and touch and test.
— Eugene Peterson, The Jesus Way, p. 46 (via faithandart)