Corpus Christi: A Play by Terrence McNally

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Corpus Christi: A Play by Terrence McNally
"At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will. This little point of nothingness and of absolute poverty is the pure glory of God in us. It is so to speak His name written in us, as our poverty, as our indigence, as our dependence, as our sonship. It is like a pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven. It is in everybody, and if we could see it we would see these billions of points of light coming together in the face and blaze of a sun that would make all the darkness and cruelty of life vanish completely. . . . I have no program for this seeing. It is only given. But the gate of heaven is everywhere." -Thomas Merton
“I should be distressed that I drop off to sleep during my prayers and during my thanksgiving after Holy Communion. But I don’t feel at all distressed. I know that children are just as dear to their parents whether they are asleep or awake and I know that doctors put their patients to sleep before they operate. So I just think that God ‘knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.'”
St. Therese of Lisieux
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“He’s the only man I can really trust. He’s like a spirit that follows me around …he helps me out in my hours of need and listens to all my problems and never laughs at me. He takes me very seriously,”
- Marsha P. Johnson (left) on Jesus Christ
"AND GOD CREATED HE AND SHE BUT HE ALSO CREATED ME!" Sylvia Rivera (right), banner emblazoned with a Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (S.T.A.R.) logo, Christopher Street Liberation Day, New York City, June 26, 1983. Photo by Steve Zabel, c/ o @lgbtcenternyc on IG
Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss
“[My] conversion was not a conversion from unbelief to faith, but from a Christianity which had become oppressive to one which brought a glorious sense of freedom and joy. This freedom came when I accepted that I did not believe in God as traditionally understood. That was a kind of trigger which released me to find a new meaning in the word God. Only when I had accepted that ‘I do not believe in God’ (my old God) was I free to discover how with integrity I could still say ‘I believe in God’ (understood in a new way).”
— Anthony Freeman, God in Us
Catherine Keller, Face of the Deep
So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn't be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Watts Cemetery Chapel in Compton, Guildford
“It is not necessary to teach others, to cure them or to improve them; it is only necessary to live among them, sharing the human condition and being present to them in love.”
— Charles de Foucauld (via theinwardlight)
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Dusk Till Dawn, Josh E Wylie, 2023
Postscript by Marie Howe