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Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight
Be Thou my armor and be Thou my might
Thou my soul shelter, and Thy my high tower
Raise Thou me heavenwards, oh power of my power

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  • The Full Armor April 10, 2022, 3:23 PM

    But blessed are your eyes because they see, your ears because they hear! In truth I tell you, many prophets and upright people longed to see what you see, and never saw it; to hear what you hear, and never heard it.

    Matthew 13:16-17

  • Mike Seyle April 10, 2022, 3:26 PM

    I come and I go. I surge and retreat. My best hope is forgiveness, and acceptance.

  • Terry April 10, 2022, 3:47 PM

    Wonderful. Thank you Gerard-

  • Dirk April 10, 2022, 4:49 PM

    These, are how I know God is good.

  • Vito Andolini April 10, 2022, 6:32 PM

    “Ruined! Ruined! My time has clean run out! The clock has stopped, the pygmy house has crumbled. Soon I shall embrace eternity to my breast, and soon I shall howl gigantic curses at mankind. … If there is a Something which devours, I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins—the world which bulks between me and the abyss, I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.”

    Oulanem, Karl Marx, 1839

  • smitty April 10, 2022, 6:35 PM

    Be Thou my wisdom and Thou my real peace
    May sin be distant as West is from East
    Thou my true fortress in storm or in strife
    Guide me, oh Father, each day of my life

  • jwm April 10, 2022, 6:38 PM

    Tuning in to news and current events is just depressing as hell. As of late my spirits have been in freefall. Will we see an end to it? Doubtful. Not within the bounds of time we have remaining.
    And yet. The quiet routines of daily life here at the suburban hermitage continue almost unaffected by the madness. There is still so much to be grateful for, and I have the blessing of a finely tuned sense of gratitude. I do not, almost cannot take any good fortune for granted. My wife. My home. My two silly cats. The pleasure in simple household tasks, and the grace of uneventful days. Sometimes, the prayer is simply, “Thank you.”
    But the bleakness continues, nonetheless.


  • Wade Hampton April 12, 2022, 3:11 PM

    Thanks, Gerard and well done.

  • LP April 12, 2022, 6:25 PM

    I’m worried about the news and current events too. I’m worried about my children and grandchildren. I love spending my Sundays with my 3 year old grandson so delightful, children are so innocent and they have their whole lives ahead of them, and now that may be in jeopardy? I had the same feeling on 9-11 when I looked out the window of a beautiful sunny day and saw men stepping out of trains covered in white. How can evil intrude on the innocence of the rest of us?