Beloved brothers and sisters, what simple truths are betrayed for the shadows of shadows and such a tired narrative;
Is it our portion to be cast down into the pit, or given over, flesh consumed, in grace misunderstood?
I tell you no.
Brothers, be not afraid; sisters, do not despair; Beloved, do not forget
(don’t you forget about this):
Christ said he’s coming back so He’s coming back --
there’s no doubt about that.
O saints, I’m talking to you!
Beloved brothers and sisters what idle profits are sought
in the silence of statues and all such vainglorious shapes;
Is it our portion to be impressed with images, in rumination, out of breath, ears keen, without repose?
I tell you no.
Wood, I say awake; stone, I say arise; idols, I say teach;
Behold, there is no breath in them at all!
O children of the Most High, are we not exiles for life,
why then develop a taste for stale amenities?
Is it our portion to be mere flesh upon the bone, prone to pleasures counterfeit, fossils of good intent?
I assure you no.
O that today you would hearken to his for voice for
“blessed are the ears that hear the pulses of the Divine whisper, and give no heed to the many whisperings of the world.”
Beloved brothers and sisters, wake and rouse you well, give glory to God our Lord, and though your flesh and heart may fail, remember that He is our strength and our portion forever;
So wait for the Lord, be strong, and let your heart take courage.
Wait for the Lord holding fast to the mystery of our faith:
Christ died.
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.