Let the sun rise in France

There is something that has always drawn me to France. Something about her people, history, language, attitude and complexity that has always mystified and fascinated me. There are three countries that have captivated me my whole life: Russia, Germany, and France (Ironic that they were the three that opposed the Iraq war). The city of Paris has always been a city that i longed to know. The streets where Romans walked, where Anselm, Abelard, Aquinas, Lous XIV, Rousseau, Voltaire, Picasso, Monet, Debussy, Hugo, Ravel and Charles de Gaulle made their home at one time. The city of lights, the city of love. The city of violence, the city of peace. The city of man, the city of God...We have sterotyped French for a while and most is justified by their arrogance and pompous attitude. We laugh at the pride in their language, and their snooty aristocracy. Today we insult their desire for tolerance and peace. However, once they too were a great nation. And like all great nations, they cannot forget that sense of pride that alone can be theirs. A book that I think people should read is St Gregory's "History of the Franks." I hope that we will once again see their nation turn back to god and be great...but they cannot be great unless they are good. A frenchman once said that about our own great nation. May we, a great nation now, hope to not turn our fists towards god and say we no longer need and want him.
Great nations cannot escape their greatness. Russia, China, Germany, England, Israel, Persia, America, France...many more. They can't hide from it. They can avoid it, run from it, fear it, and abuse it, but it will always be awakened from its slumber. Some nations simply cannot help but lift their heads high. Charles de Gaulle says it in a sentence, "France cannot be France without Greatness."

Terrible King

Day of wrath and terror looming!
Heaven and earth to ash consuming,
David's word and Sibyl's truth foredooming!
What horror must invade the mind,
When the approaching judge shall find,
and sift the deeds of all mankind.
The trumpet casts a wondrous sound,
through the tombs of all around,
making them the throne surround.
Death is struck and nature quaking,
all creation is awaking,
to its judge an answer making.
So when the Judge shall sit,
whatever is hidden shall be seen,
nothing shall remain unpunished.
What am I, wretched one, to say,
What protector impore,
When even a just person will scarcely be confident?
Remember, gracious Jesus,
that I am the cause of your journey;
do not let me be lost on that day.
My prayers are unworthy;
but you, the Good, show me favor,
that i amy not be consumed by eternal fire.
Low I kneel, with a heart of submission!
See, like ashes my contrition!
Help me in my last condition!
King of awesome majesty,
You are terrible...and beautiful

Love words

My body longs for you,
I cannot sleep because I want to be with you,
Please let me in!
I cannot wait until our wedding day.
Let us go a isolated place and waste our lives in each others arms!
Whisper to me the pleasures that await me on that day,
Tell me the secrets of your heart and i will keep them safe.
My vows to you are secret love words in your ear,
You eyes make the world loose color,
Your voice makes music loose its sound,
Your touch makes the world go numb,
Your kiss make the dead rise and a moment eternity
Jesus you make me weep with love.

What is one life worth? What would we spend to buy one life? What are we willing to sacrifice to help save one life? Would we do more if one act could keep everyone alive one more day? Do we really care?

Dearly I love you

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, grant us peace.

"Out of the depths I cry to you of Lord..." "Without you of Lord I am a guide to my own destruction..." "Have mercy on me O God, according to your unfailing love...Cleanse me with hyssop and I will be clean; Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Hide your face from my sins and create in me a pure heart."

"Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breath, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me,'and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt town, to'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce me,'untie, or breake that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish me."

Take me to your heart oh God,
Show the difference between that which in me must change
And that which cannot be flawed,
For I will my weakness for your strength exchange.
Be near to me my lover,
And show me how to be near you

Do you dance with the devil?

"Do you like to dance with devil in the pale moonlight?" This post might be weird. One of my favorite books is "Paradise Lost." Milton portrays Satan in a very romantic kind of way. "Romantic" being defined not as having to do with love as we mostly use it, but romantic being a quality of the epic hero of most classical, medieval, and renaissance literature. He is portrayed as someone who feels remorse, pain, and longs to have mercy. Listen to Milton as Satan cries out, "O had his powerful destiny ordained me some inferior angel, I had stood then happy; no unbounded hope had raised ambition." What is it about us that we hope and long that even the most evil character still has some good? Darth vador, Gollum, Hanibal, etc. We all hope that in the end that not only will evil be vanguished but that evil will turn to good..."Is there no place left for repentence, none for pardon left?" Now i am not saying that we should feel bad for satan...however, why are God's mercy's "new every morning" and He will "remove our sins as far as east is from west." Why does God "desire that none should parish," and "long to see his creation reconciled back to him," yet turn his face from his most beautiful angel? Were we not also those that spit in the face of God? Were we not also "children of wrath," and possessing "hearts that are desperately evil." There is something charming, mysterious, and dangerous about Satan. Maybe thats why we are fascinated with him. Perhaps it is the arist inside him, for was he not the great composer of heaven, perhaps the writer of music that would melt our hearts, for no doubt it melted the heart of god at one time...yet there is only darkness in him now. Only evil and perversion from his heart. "Farewell hope, and with hope farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil be thou my good...for better to reign in hell than serve in Heav'n." But what if he repented? What if he turned to God for mercy? Would God turn him away? Would his heart not be filled with love again?

kiss my Soul

"Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?" said Henry Finck. What's in a kiss? Why is it so special? Why does it mean so much? Does it still mean what poets have said of it? Does it still hold that same magic that captured the hearts of the most hardened men? Percy Shelly writes, "Soul meets soul on lovers' lips." Do my lips touching another's lips speak to her inner soul?
Intimacy...
Intimacy has been dragged through the mud and left to be mocked and laughed at by the multitudes. Forgotten and destitute. Yet we miss her... We miss her gentle and ever secure kiss. Where have you gone? Dont leave us to be like the animals of the earth. Don't leave us to ourselves...
Why do we smile when we see the couple at the end of the movie finally kiss? Why does something leap in our hearts when we see a couple kiss while sitting on a park bench? At that moment there is a certain pride that they and they alone share. Soul meets soul... Did you oh God not make man to be intimate?
Read these words of John Milton, "To the nuptial bow'r i led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav'n and happy constellations on that hour shed their selectest influence; the earth gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs whispered it to the woods, and from their wings flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, disporting, till the amorous bird of night sung spousal, and bid haste the ev'ning star." Creation sang its chosen song when man was intimate with woman at last.
A kiss is not something to be shared lightly. Not something to just laugh about and share with the world. My soul is uncharted and unknown. Its been said that the eyes are the window into my soul. But a kiss...a kiss is a language only understood by those who know its language. A kiss is a language that only me and those that are able to discover my soul can share. For as Judy Garland said, "Twas no my lips you kissed...but my soul."