We just got back from our first Pilgrimage. We went to Saint Winefride's Well in Holywell, Flintshire, Wales. She was an early Saint who was executed for rejecting a local prince's advances, she was beheaded as a virgin, and a well was miraculously sprung where her head landed, she was then later resurrected and kept … Continue reading Orthodox Pilgrimage to Saint Winefride’s Well 05/10/2019
Lord Jesus Christ, Have mercy on me, a Sinner. Lord in your blessed energies Show me how to explain Your Word, your Son and Spirit, your ways and statutes. Allow me in humble understanding To talk and preach, to learn and To teach those I love and Work to save. To circumcise Their hearts and … Continue reading #232 – A prayer for clarity
Lord Jesus Christ, Have mercy on me, a Sinner. Twenty and eight years I have lived, Yet I daddle like a baby, Linger and leave things undone, And worse: I undo people. I take them apart, analyse And put them back together to Use that information for my gain, And to please my curiosity. Allow … Continue reading #231 – A prayer for resolution
My background is in Philosophy, and I struggled with this for about five years. These TradCaths used to have my sympathy, but they walk with Aristotle stuck in their ears: if you do struggle with Intellectual Paganism, please read Saint Gregory Palamas's Philosophy does not save. On why Orthodox commentators keep using Barlaam as an … Continue reading Philosophy does not save.
Lord Jesus Christ, Have mercy on me, a Sinner. Father, show me a way To worship you with a pure heart. Allow me to thank you every day, And show reverence in modest display. Supply to me through your energies The discernment to see, hear And sense all that I should Do, and steel my … Continue reading #230 – A prayer for discernment
The anti-preacher carrying his lamp, Wretched and dressed like a tramp. He says he is looking for God In the streets, not a church to be awed. What is the message that he preaches? Is it worthy of the sinful ticks and leeches? 'God is dead, and we have slain him! We killed him!', his … Continue reading #225 – God is dead
O' Who was it, that man of Stuart Who hid during the Plague nurturing his own To spill forth and express through his poetic Mouth, for his eyes had failed: became a Prophet dictating to his daughters that which Explains the subtle charm of Satan, And God's divine mercy and his Sovereign supreme Justice. O' what man supported the sword's edge On good Carl's neck, … Continue reading #198 – Remembering John Milton