beloved

for I was lost, but now I am found

[loumargi]

(Timoleon Karl von Neff)

[eternal-echoes]

“A friend once told me the story of how she first met God. She doesn't remember her age; she must have been about five or six. Her family lived in the countryside on the rim of one of our big eastern cities. And one July evening, cloudless, moonless, with just the hint of a humid breeze, her father took her out into the backyard in the dark and told her to look up at the sky.

From one horizon to the other, all across the black carpet of the night, were the stars—thousands of them, tens of thousands, in clusters and rivers of light. And in the quiet, her father said, "God made the world beautiful because He loves us."

That was more than sixty years ago.My friend grew up and learned all about entropy and supernovas and colliding galaxies and quantum mechanics and the general theory of relativity. But still, when she closes her eyes, she can see that carpet of stars and hear her father's voice: God made the world beautiful because He loves us. Creation is more than an accident of dead matter. It's a romance. It has purpose. It sings of the Living God. It bears His signature. And it's our home.”

-Archbishop Charles J. Chaput, Strangers in a Strange Land: Living the Catholic Faith in a Post-Christian World 

[beguines]

Pádraig Ó Tuama, Kitchen Hymns

[almostanastronaut]

Steven Greenberg, “Wrestling with God and Men” - Author’s conversation with Rabbi Eliashiv in Jerusalem

[koshercosplay]

“Twice the power of love” is my new favorite description of bisexuality

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

Anyway I’m crying because that’s the best and most genuine description of how it feels to be bi that I’ve ever heard.

[woodenrosary]

Altar cover (picture taken at the museum of Arminian art in Dilijan)

[illustratus]

Marrying Life Itself by Peter van Straten

[limboliturgy]

How it's been going

Exodus 4:13, Andrei Tarkovsky Journal 1970-1986, The confessions of Saint Augustine, Jeremiah 1:6, Jonah 1:3, C.S. Lewis Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life.

[mementomoriiv]

Kyle Montgomery

[venustapolis]

Christ Praying on the Mount of Olives (Hans Thoma, 1893)

[faithshaped]

"And the soul cries out and says 'O my sweet God, what do you love more?' And our sweet God answers: 'Look inward, and you will find that whom I love.'"

—Letters of Saint Catherine of Siena, 134

[emvidal]

[nobrashfestivity]

Albrecht Durer, Mary among a Multitude of Animals, 1503

[speakthewordonly]

Pusey House, Oxford

[iscariotapologist]

Sarah Bessey

[asmallorthodoxblog]

"For just as every mother gives her children simple existence, so also the Mother of God grants to everyone blissful existence;"

-Saint Theophanes of Nicaea

[beguines]

I wouldn't even be a religious person were it not for poetry, which has not only repeatedly brought me into contact with an other, but has seemed to demand something of me in its wake—very like Teresa's visions. But poetry remains perpetually open. God moves through art but doesn't get stuck there. I sometimes think he gets stuck in theology—fixed, frozen, and therefore inevitably falsified.

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

[petaltexturedskies]

Leo Tolstoy, Essays, Letters and Miscellanies