I just discovered Julie Miller a couple of weeks ago, and haven’t been able to get this song out of my head since (and that’s a good thing!) I have placed another one of Julie’s songs on my “About” page.
Got A Minute?
Our own Father Joseph Homick, of Making All Things New, as well as Two Pillars: Holy Eucharist and Our Lady, has had an article published in the current issue (January 2012, Issue 23-24) of the Direction for Our Times newsletter! His article is entitled, “What Can Be Done With One Minute of Prayer?” and also contains a lovely photo of the main entrance of Mount Tabor Monastery.
People often complain that they do not have time for prayer. I won’t get into that whole issue now. But everyone has time for one minute of prayer… Use your one minute of prayer to pray for the 104 people who will die within that minute. You can do this often during the day… “Lord, have mercy on the 104 souls that are leaving the world this very minute!”
If you don’t receive the newsletter by mail, past issues can be found at the DFOT website library, as can the DFOT Volumes, Booklets, Study Guides, and books written by Anne, a lay apostle – all in pdf format and available for free. You can also find Anne’s talks and videos on the site. The current issue of the newsletter is not yet online, but keep a lookout off and on so you won’t miss Father Joseph’s article.
Speaking of Fr. J (a self-proclaimed “California boy”), please say a prayer for him to endure his latest hardship. The poor man, who obviously doesn’t have even an ounce of Canadian blood in him, 
is preaching a retreat in Denver and is bitterly afraid of the bitter cold. If you read his most recent post on each of his blogs mentioned up top, you would think he was heading to Siberia! If only I’d known – I could have mailed him a toque. Goodness knows, I have enough of them!
P is for Paige, and Poetry
Turning Paige. Go visit! Exquisite! (Hey, that rhymes!)
Papier
Transparent lover
Breathes sonnets on my believing heart
I’ll be your mercy
You become my grace.
Untitled
Purpose me
Light me a revelation
I’m yours
What Really Matters
When It’s All Been Said and Done (by Jim Cowan)
When it’s all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth
Did I live my life for You
When it’s all been said and done
All my treasures will mean nothing
Only what I’ve done for love’s reward
Will stand the test of time
Lord Your mercy is so great
That You look beyond our weakness
And find purest gold in miry clay
Making sinners into saints
I will always sing Your praise
Here on earth and ever after
For You’ve shown me Heaven’s my true home
When it’s all been said and done
You’re my life when life is gone
The greatest gift we can give to Jesus is to accept His mercy, His great gift to us. May you all have a blessed and grace-filled Christmas.
Every Knee Shall Bow
As I started to watch this video, the thought overcame me that the name which would be revealed was Divine Mercy. I was wrong. But watch carefully around the 3:38 mark (near the end of the note) to see the Jewish name for the month in which the rabbi disclosed his revelation.
If One Night
If one night you are blessed
to lay your head on your pillow
in just the right way
You will hear and feel the pulse
of your own heartbeat
in your ear
And suddenly you are the beloved,
the pillow His chest,
and you fall asleep
to the sound and rhythm
of His Sacred Heart,
neither of you
needing to speak.
Christ the King
Jesus, our King.
The Well
Recently, I came across a book of John Paul II’s poetry at a Salvation Army thrift store for sixty-nine cents! Before I send it off in the mail to a dear one (who delights not only in JPII’s poetry but also in amazing thrift store finds), I’d like to share two short poems here.
Words spoken by the woman at the well, on departing
From this moment my ignorance
closes behind me like the door
through which you entered, recognizing
all I do not know.
And through me you led many people in silence,
many roads, and the turmoil of the streets.
The Samaritan woman
It joined us together, the well;
the well led me into you.
No one between us but light
deep in the well, the pupil of the eye
set in an orbit of stones.
Within your eyes, I,
drawn by the well,
am enclosed.
[From: Easter Vigil & Other Poems, Karol Wojtyla, translated by Jerzy Peterkiewicz, pg. 19]
