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			 Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.  
	 Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons. 
		
 
	
			 To perpetuate the clerical role of answer man, the layman when inside the church building must act as if he read more 
	 To perpetuate the clerical role of answer man, the layman when inside the church building must act as if he has only half a brain, while outside, in the world, he is expected to be an ambassador for Christ, a lay transmitter of faith. Outside, he is to be informed and vocal; inside, he must appear ignorant and mute as a sheep. Christians have within them many questions -- questions that are at once elementary and profound, questions that would ripple the water were they raised. However, because a Christian is supposed to have "answers", life's important questions are not discussed outside the church building; and, because the pastor is the educated, spiritual authority, they are not discussed inside either. 
		
 
	
			 Commemoration of Petroc, Abbot of Padstow, 6th century  ... for one good never clashes with another.  
	 Commemoration of Petroc, Abbot of Padstow, 6th century  ... for one good never clashes with another. 
		
 
	
			 [Johannes] Brahms chose his own texts [for his German Requiem] from Luther's Bible to illustrate the Protestant conviction that man read more 
	 [Johannes] Brahms chose his own texts [for his German Requiem] from Luther's Bible to illustrate the Protestant conviction that man must hear and respond to God's word in man's own language, and that every believer must be free to deal with the Biblical text apart from priestly veto... For the word "German" he would gladly have substituted the word "human" because he was concerned to comment on "the primary text of human existence," finding there, as in the Bible, the universal themes of suffering and joy. 
		
 
	
			 The scientific age with its urban-industrial culture is, for all its magnificent achievements and intoxicating success, in a very real read more 
	 The scientific age with its urban-industrial culture is, for all its magnificent achievements and intoxicating success, in a very real sense a dark age. Its complete bondage to nature has enclosed the mind and spirit of man in a fast prison out of which, try as he may, he can find no way of escape. The inability to perceive any longer the reality of things invisible and unseen is a sickness of the soul which cries out to be cured. The only way to dispel the darkness of the present age and liberate it from the prison within which it has become bound is to restore the proper relationship of nature to supernature and of time to eternity as an essential feature of external reality. Until this can be accomplished, there is really very little that the Church or Christianity in general has to offer to this age. 
		
 
	
			 Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare,   A little child in a manger. The oxen read more 
	 Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare,   A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care,   To men He was a stranger, The safety of the world was lying there,   And the world's danger. 
		
 
	
			 I am persuaded that some have scarce any better or more forcible argument to satisfy their own minds that they read more 
	 I am persuaded that some have scarce any better or more forcible argument to satisfy their own minds that they are in the right in religion than the inclination they find in themselves to hate and persecute them whom they suppose to be in the wrong. 
		
 
	
			 Feast of Philip & James, Apostles I come in the little things,  Saith the Lord:  Not borne on read more 
	 Feast of Philip & James, Apostles I come in the little things,  Saith the Lord:  Not borne on morning wings  Of majesty, but I have set My Feet  Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat  That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.  There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;  Not broken or divided, saith our God!  In your strait garden plot I come to flowers  About your porch My Vine,  Meek, fruitful, doth entwine;  Waits, at the threshold, Love's appointed hour. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea! on the glancing wings Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet Your hear and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes That peep from out the brake, I stand confest. On every nest Where feathery Patience is content to brood And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize Of motherhood -- There doth My Godhead rest. I come in the little things,  Saith the Lord:  My starry wings I do forsake,  Love's highway of humility to take:  Meekly I fit my stature to your need.  In beggar's part  About your gates I shall not cease to plead -- As man, to speak with man -- Till by such art  I shall achieve My Immemorial Plan,  Pass the low lintel of the human heart. 
		
 
	
			 Feast of Teresa of Avila, Mystic, Teacher, 1582   Our body has this defect that, the more it is read more 
	 Feast of Teresa of Avila, Mystic, Teacher, 1582   Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.