And from the days of John the Baptist until now, the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and the violent bear it away. (St. Matthew 11:12) I love it that nothing of the words of our Blessed Lord has the mark of mediocrity. It’s … Continue reading
In God Loves Mountains, reference was made to the “Book of Nature.” Brother Francis, in his profound little volume, The Challenge of Faith, has the following meditations on that subject under the heading, “The Book of Nature.” These products of … Continue reading
If a man were to say to me, “I refuse to use my eyesight except through a microscope,” I might think that the man is queer or crazy, and I would certainly try to avoid his company. Imagine taking a … Continue reading
Nothing could be more distinctive of the age in which we live than the overpowering prominence of mathematics. All through the Catholic centuries, arithmetic and geometry constituted all the mathematics that an educated Christian was asked to learn. Even these … Continue reading
[Taken randomly from Brother Francis’ lectures, with a minor amount of editing.] Some things have to become part of our knowledge through acquaintance, so to speak. Knowledge becomes impossible if everything needs a definition. If someone were to ask you … Continue reading
During the long years (1942-1978) in which I was privileged to associate with Father Feeney on a daily basis, I kept a record of statements he would make from time to time, in his sermons or lectures, or in ordinary … Continue reading
O Cause of all our joys! 1 Queen, merciful and kind, What makes our girls and boys So precious in your mind? Brother Francis composed these verses to a lovely Arabic song he knew from his youth. ↩
1. When you have __, everyone wants your company. When you lose __, men want to avoid you. 2. When you have __, you cannot be mean if you tried. When you lose __, you are mean even to yourself. … Continue reading
This little rhyme might show you how to say—
O Good Saint Anne, I am named for you, Will you make me good and Holy and true?
When Our Lady looks down from Heaven. To admire your princely repose. She says to the angels around her,
Look at the morning Anna Maria, Look at the bright blue sky! These are the reflections, Anna Maria, Of beauties that are on high.
Agnes Mary you are so sweet, Your little hands, and your little feet. Your little mouth, and your big eyes,
I know how dear my God can be, Who thought in all eternity, An exquisite plan of darling Anne And all the sweetness that is she. From Divine Alchemy
Peter, a little nobleman of heaven Pays tribute today to number seven. Seven for the sacraments he