ev'ry eye in me is focused on You

even as i turn away in shame

You are the prize light my eye seeks

even in the shadowed nooks of my heart

You are the fullness of life

even in the discard box in my room

ev'ry inch of me belongs to You

even in the iotas i save for myself 

*The 4 B's

For

the bodacious

beauty

at the bottom 

of my 

being

I

fall

                                             -Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*Such

impossible

to word

the wind

into

water or

fire

or 

me

such 

impossible

delight

such

silence 

before

such

                                               -Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*Thoughts of Alan Jones:

-The desire to shame, humiliate, and get the best of our neighbor runs very deep.  Unconsciously, we like to hear bad news of others.  We like the idea of frustrating, outwitting, and defeating others in personal relations.  This desire can carry on even after the death of the other person.

-Most of us try to hide our vindictiveness as deep as we can, but it often wells up and finds expression in a variety of unlikely ways.  These hidden drives need to be exposed if our religious commitment is to have any kind of maturity.  Without such exposure, dreadful things can be done in the name of religion: cruelty is sanctified as moral rectitude; manipulation masquerades as love; vindictiveness poses as the desire for justice.  Where does the vicious cycle begin?  And how is the terrible cycle of cause and effect to be broken?

-In some sense we are all victims of victims.  One of the saddest aspects of the human condition is our apparent inability to stop transmitting crippling neuroses from one generation to another.

-Perhaps what was imitable about Christ was his firm acceptance of his destiny, and his adherence to it even when it lead to a shameful death.  It was the wholeness of Christ that had illuminated so many millions of lives....