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The echo of de La Salle

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In the halls of Reims where echoes sound,
A saint was born, his purpose found,
Jean-Baptiste de La Salle, his name did ring,
Bearing knowledge’s light, a song to sing.

Educator divine, a vision so grand,
A teacher’s touch, a guiding hand,
Children of the cobblers, of the bakers,
In his heart, he made no forsakers.

In the classroom’s hush, in the book’s rustle,
Stirred the spirit of de La Salle’s hustle,
He who saw potential in every face,
In every child, a spark to embrace.

A nobleman by birth, yet humble in service,
From his path of duty, he’d never swerve this,
For in each young mind, he saw a bright star,
His mission, to guide them, near and far.

Bearing lessons, not just of scripture,
But of life, of world – a complete picture,
In the heart of France, he lit a flame,
A legacy enduring, beyond mere fame.

In the Lasallian spirit, we see his trace,
Echoes of his wisdom, time can’t efface,
Through trials and tribulations, he stood tall,
Saint Jean Baptiste de La Salle.

His life, a poem, penned in golden ink,
A beacon for lost ships on the brink,
In every classroom’s chant, in every learning hall,
Resonates the echo of de La Salle.… Read the rest

A Dance Across the Sky

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In the heart of Fatima, beneath an azure dome, A tale spun of faith, where miracles roamed. A story profound, in the annals it thrives, Of the sun dancing in the midday skies.

A trio of children, tending their sheep, Whispered prayers, promises to keep. Blessed Mother appeared, in radiance divine, Her words wove a prophecy, a celestial sign.

“Return here,” she said, “on the month’s thirteenth day, A miracle awaits, the sun’s fiery ballet.” Her message echoed, whispers in the breeze, Carried far and wide, beyond the seas.

An assembly gathered, in the rain they stood, Hearts beating as one, in quiet brotherhood. Skeptics, believers, united by curiosity, Stared at the heavens, in collective humility.

Then, a wonder emerged, from behind the cloud’s veil, The sun danced and spun, a cosmic tale. It swirled in colors, a celestial carousel, An ethereal spectacle, no words could tell.

It plunged toward the earth, in a fiery descent, A blaze of glory, a divine testament. Fear gripped the hearts, a collective gasp, As they beheld the sun, in their mortal clasp.

Then, as if by magic, it returned to its place, Leaving no trace, of its daring chase. The drenched earth dried, as if by design, A testament to the miracle, a holy sign.

In the miracle of Fatima, a lesson we glean, Invisible threads connect the unseen. Faith and science, in an eternal dance, In the heart of the mystery, we find our chance.

For in the dance of the sun, … Read the rest

Through the Fog of Dissent

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In the heart of Italy, where sunsets bleed, A man of God rose, his calling to heed. Robert Bellarmine, a name so divine, Cardinal of the Church, in wisdom, you shine.

Cloaked in red, your soul ablaze, Guiding the faithful through the maze. Your voice, a hymn, in the holy hall, Summoning the seekers with your call.

In the Vatican’s shadow, you found your light, Guiding the Church with faith and might. Bellarmine, holy and wise, In your teachings, truth lies.

Through the fog of dissent, you were the beacon, Your wisdom, a river, ever in season. In the face of heresy, stood tall and bold, A defender of the faith, a sight to behold.

Your words were like sonnets, sown with grace, In the fertile minds, they found their place. The pen was your scepter, the book your crown, In the cathedral of wisdom, you wore the gown.

In debates, you danced with eloquence, Your arguments were walls of defense. Piercing through the noise and the chatter, Making sense of what truly matter.

You painted with scriptures, a work of art, The canvas – a believer’s heart. A cardinal, a saint, in red and gold, Your story, in hushed whispers, is told.

Through centuries, your legacy prevails, In the heart of the Church, your wisdom hails. Robert Bellarmine, in faith we bind, Your love and teachings, forever enshrined.… Read the rest

Against the Tides: Saint Gregory of Nazianzus and the Battle for Trinitarian Theology

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Gregory of Nazianzus. I’m still struggling with the eyes, and I suppose the book isn’t quite right for the 4th century, but I thought the look was pretty close to what I imagined. What do you think?

Introduction

Saint Gregory of Nazianzus (329-389/390 AD), also known as Gregory the Theologian, is an iconic figure in the history of Christianity, particularly in the context of the Catholic Church. A bishop, theologian, and poet, his contributions to early Christian doctrine and ecclesiastical governance set a paradigm that continues to reverberate throughout theological discourse and church administration today. This article delves into the life, works, and legacy of this influential Catholic saint.

Early Life and Education

Gregory was born into a deeply religious family in Arianzus, a village in the district of Nazianzus in Cappadocia (modern-day Turkey). His mother, Nonna, was instrumental in the Christian conversion of his father, who later served as Bishop of Nazianzus. Gregory received an extensive education, studying in Caesarea of Palestine, Alexandria, and finally in Athens, where he met his lifelong friend, Basil the Great. This period of education shaped Gregory’s erudition, providing him with a comprehensive understanding of classical literature, philosophy, and Christian theology.

Clerical Life

Gregory’s clerical life began when he was ordained presbyter by his father in 362 AD. Initially, he was reluctant, fleeing to join Basil in Pontus, but eventually returned to Nazianzus. In 372, Basil, now Bishop of Caesarea, appointed Gregory as bishop of Sasima, a decision that strained their friendship due to … Read the rest

The Insatiable Maw of Despair

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In the unfathomable depths of Hell, the air reeks of sulfur and the cries of the damned echo endlessly, their tormented souls entwined in a macabre tapestry of agony. The infernal landscape is a twisted labyrinth of scorched earth and molten rivers, where demonic entities revel in the relentless suffering of the condemned. Flesh is flayed and limbs are contorted, as the unrelenting flames of perdition scorch the skin and boil the marrow. Gnashing teeth and rending claws rend the sinew, each tear in the fabric of their wretched existence a testament to the eternal punishment they endure. Amidst the darkness, hope is but a fleeting memory, swallowed whole by the insatiable maw of despair that devours any chance of respite or mercy, leaving the damned to writhe in the all-consuming embrace of their inescapable torment.… Read the rest