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Courage comes from facing your fears
•We fear tomorrow at the expense of today
•Fear can confuse the mind; fear can paralyze the heart
•Fear about tomorrow costs us the joy of today
•Fear can conquer evil; fear can falter in its own shadow.
•Fear causes the “fight or flight” conflict to arise
•Fear can cause cowardness in the face of danger
•Fear can make the danger seem greater than it is
Courage comes from speaking truth to power
•Whether that power be political or ecclesiastical
•Power can confuse knowledge for truth
•Power can know a problem but offer no answer
•Power can see pain in people but seek no cure
•Power can seek to eliminate its adversaries
•Power often seeks domination and manipulation
•Power can see need but be blind to want
•Power corrupted is power wasted
•Power can see people as fodder for its use
•Power can become immune to compassion and care
•Power can lie without feeling moral accountability
•Power often wants admiration rather than confrontation
•Power can do good; power can do evil
Courage comes from trusting in God
Proverbs 3:5–6: "Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths".
Psalm 62:8: "Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge."
Joshua 1:7–9: "Be strong and very courageous.
Psalm 91: 1-2: Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
John 14:1. 1 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me.
Matthew 6:25–27: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you, by worrying, add a single hour to your life?”
In Jesus, we don’t have to be afraid, for perfect love casts out fear
Enterprising Henry IV declares suzerainty over state
Xenophobic princes seek the royal prerogative to abate
Cautious king uses diplomacy, threats his minions to subjugate
Old rivals in Saxony Henry's consolidation with tyranny equate
Morose princes in the hinterland seek to avoid a similar fate
Manic King Henry sends his forces the opposition to eradicate
Unifying his kingdom, Henry dispatches puppets, builds forts his
subjects to ingratiate
Nouveau Pope, Gregory VII, seeks his spiritual fiefdom to
accentuate
Invoking ban on German King's power to bishops nominate
Calculating King refuses to cooperate with this diabolical dictate
Arrogant Pope responds to Henry's disobedience with a writ to
excommunicate
Terrified, Henry performs penance to wipe clean the slate
Ecclesiastical mantra restored; Pope Gregory VII absolves the
humbled magnate
Demeaned but not demised, Henry continued to temporal, spiritual
power appropriate
an ecclesiastical exercise
meaningless
life's like that
just chasing the wind
emptiness..plus..
nothing
what
could make the difference
when
everything
has
its
season
&each
has eternity
in the heart
time
waits not
providence
with joy&sorrow
&
contentment
is elusive
without perspective
lonely&isolated
bereft
of wisdom
seeking a bridge
over troubled waters
alone
we stand in awe
in the emotion
of the moment
living a dream
soaring
on eagle's wings
imagination
unleashed
receptive to whispered
words
nostalgia
rose-tinted
espies
the elusive memory
of yesterdays
where
stumbling blocks
evaporate
into the ethereal
of enigmas
revealed
with
mysteries
made manifest
&riddles
resolved
an invitation
to enter
tomorrow
remains alone
without guarantee
hand in hand
the future faced
tomorrow trusted
anticipated
with joy
with love&
promise
certain&
sure
seize the day
the tongue of the
wise
brings healing
DATED 10/7/2019
ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP
Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin, dirty and hungry, present in a place so pristine!
There are so many around and everywhere about,
But this tramp, above all others, no doubt stood out,
We saw him on holiday,
Whist on a trip to the UK,
T’was a man, couldn't’ tell alive or dead, but stout!
Where did we see this aging, neglected human being
At St. Paul’s Cathedral, in the foyer as you walk in,
Could see that he meant no harm
For inquisitive tourists, worked like a charm,
I felt awed by the spiritual presence of God, ever seeing.
Sunday, had gone to early mass, chilly put on our shawls
Humbled with its historic architecture and solid walls,
Princess Dianne married Prince Charles here,
She had no clue her funeral was near,
Forgetting everything, took part in mass in total enthral!
Heard angelic unbroken voices of pre-teen boys choir
Our family was spiritually enveloped, never been here prior,
We took our seats, no other noise,
Service ended with hymns from the boys
All dressed in rich red robes and outfits, ecclesiastical attire!
People permitted to walk around the cathedral, we saw tombs,
Royalty buried in this remarkable place, perhaps died with gloom,
History took place inside St. Paul's,
With its secret passages and halls,
And many controversial theological disputes solved in back rooms!
Remembered the tramp, was he OK, was he breathing,
Someone nudged him he didn’t move, another started her healing,
Were concerned, thought it should be reported,
He was dirty as soot, his hair knotted,
The tramp, nonchalantly sat up, stretched and disappeared, hymns singing!
Packets of food and milk were tucked in a corner,
And two blankets and a duvet, and an old pullover,
People from around and all the priests,
Saw he had essentials, no whisky treats,
The tramp was happy in his sanctuary like little Jack Horner.
The Church is one, holy, Catholic and apostolic
Find these words from the Creed, Professed at Sunday mass
4 marks indicate the essential features of the Church
Each mark viewed as a reality and a challenge
Church is one
Bond of love between Eternal Father and Eternal Son
Unites as one people of Eternal God
Church profess one Lord, one faith and one Baptism forms one body, the Church
Church is holy
In the Holy Trinity is the source of her holiness
It is holy from her founder, her saints and means of salvation
The Sacraments, 10 Commandments, charity and prayer presented as holiness of the Church
Church is Catholic
Catholic means universal
Have their own ecclesiastical disciplines, liturgical rites, theological and spiritual heritages
Dialogue is a form of evangelization
Church is Apostolic
Built upon the foundation of Apostles
The college is understood as the principle of their collegiality
Holy Spirit ensures she will not err in faith and morals
Form:
True Grace specifies no special face to extend God's Grace.
Religion at its finest could never define the True God of the Bible.
Understanding and loving God demand that we do likewise with others.
Ecclesiastical organizations are great assets for reliving human suffering.
Giving His only begotten son was God's greatest example of loving humanity.
Reliance and resting in the reality that enables us to give our lives in service
Activate True Grace, and we set an example of Relational Christianity.
Religion is both God-centered and taking care of orphans and widows.*
Exceptionalism should be a trait of Christians that is given as seasoning.
052021PSCtest, Giving Godly Grace, Regina McIntosh
*James 1:27
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AKSuBBTh7Y
External decorations of solid gold heralding entrances of Axi Mundi creation, paintings and sculptures of another era, sacred eyes await at the forefront.
Feel free to enter in, peace, love, understanding, mystical adoration all here. Present in this place the Sanctuary bliss of those who trust. You are welcome to walk through; (B)
A Crevole Madonna by Duccio, an ecclesiastical architecture of a cathedral diagram. Walls to window, walsl to window , stained glass Saints are watch you.
Teer upon teer you and the Deity, have dominion here. Solid wood and thin veneer , why have you come here r ? (B)
If you have entered the main doors, then you belong here, join the monastic foundations of the Holy order. Inside these empty pews the sacred space is here for you. If you long to belong, then do not fear the light , come join the choral of angels that hover over here, close and near.
Walk through the pillars and settle into the nave of the Church.
Make yourself at home. (B)
Let us climb to the spire roof , by the bell tower, where the ears listen and the souls open, prepared to live a life of purity and joy, we hear the bells ring, and remember, forgotten Cathedrals of old .
Whispering "you are home, " Like children of the light that enter in
as the doors open, we recall the long forgotten sermons of yesterday
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Saint Joan Of Arc The Maid of Orléans””
“Jehanne la Pucelle”
Joan of Arc a pious peasant farmer's daughter
In her times alone, she spent it in adoration
~
Ten year old Joan runs in joyful play
Through the field of red poppies
Taking a shortcut through the forest
Anxious to get to her father's farm
~
Sunlight burst with wind and the sounds of voices
Blowing through the tendrils of limbs and leaves
"Save France from her enemies and bring them back to the hands of God"
~
A young uneducated woman with no military experience
Gave hope to a monarchy and brought unity to a nation
A fearless inspirational warrior that never raised her sword to kill
But to give hard clouts to trollops and run them off from camp
~
Under divine guidance Joan Of Arc a seventeen-year old heroine
Of the Hundred Years' War between France and England
Led battle after victorious battle
~
Those that praised her ended up plotting against her
She was captured by the Burgundians
~
The English then purchased her and charged her for treason
By ecclesiastical court at the English stronghold of Rouen
Furious at the audacity of a young peasant girl
Could be a battlefield commander and could bring down a country
They couldn't charge her for her victories
So they charged her for with witchcraft, magic, impiety, and wearing men’s clothes.
~
To the very end at the cemetery of St-Ouen
Facing death by fire
She claimed she was guided by voices from God
She asked for a cross kissed it and held it to her chest, repeating
"Jesus"
"Jesus"
"Jesus"
~
She was burned alive
9/12/2015
Joan Of Arc, nicknamed “The Maid of Orléans” is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years’ War, and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint.
Born: 1412 Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France Died: May 30, 1431
The Maid of New Orleans
A teenage cow girl who couldn’t write
Was told by God to front the fight
the hundred Year War against the French
And cut her hair in trendy wedge
Six centuries later it became the rage
She donned male clothes to further enrage
Raising a flag along with the others
To battle by a regiment of brothers
Without a weapon, she could not kill
But controlled her men with fiery will
She took an arrow to her shoulder
Her actions by now becoming bolder
To liberate the French from English reign
And continue with her tough campaign
In Orleans with some success
But Paris was a failed attempt
When a crossbow bolt hit her thigh
She maintained her strength and did not die
The English caught her in old Rouen
And gleefully put her in their prison
With seventy charges, then down to twelve
For hearing voices, wearing masculine clothes
To face a life long incarceration
She assumed male garb in desperation
To avoid rape and intimidation
The Godly voices, she confessed
Tied to a stake, she acquiesced
With celestial eyes but consumed by flames
Thus canonized to saintly fame
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2 600 years ago
3 Schizophrenic? Voices in the head, seizures.
4 Led French army to some victories in the Hundred Years War (Charles V11) against the English
5 Seen as a mascot in battle she brandished a flag instead of a weapon
6 Took an arrow in her shoulder during the New Orleans campaign and a crossbow bolt in the thigh
during a failed attempt to liberate Paris
7 Volatile temper. She kept the troops in check. Ridiculed by her male counterparts and taunted about
her French dialect, she always quipped back in humiliating tone
8 Fell into English hands in 1430 in Rouen (English Stronghold) and tried by an ecclesiastical court.
70 charges were made against her. Whittled down to 12. Wearing of male clothes and hearing God’s
voice when she was threatened by possible rape and intimidation while in prison
9 Burned at the stake in 1431
10 Emulated by imposters even after death
11 Pioneered the popularity of the bob hairstyle. She was told by voices to cut her hair in manly style.