rivers of joy

it belongs to the nature of joy to be radiant; it must communicate itself
[pope benedict xvi]

“With the flight into Egypt and the return to the promised land, Jesus grants the definitive Exodus. He is truly the Son. He is not going to run away from the Father. He returns home, and he leads others home. He is always on the path toward God and thus he leads the way back from exile to the homeland, back to all that is authentic and true. Jesus, the true Son, himself went into “exile” in a very deep sense, in order to lead all of us home from exile.”

—   Pope Benedict XVI, Jesus of Nazareth: The Infancy Narratives, 111 (via invisibleforeigner)

(via invisibleforeigner)

“Stay where you are. Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering and the lonely right there where you are — in your own homes and in your own families, in your workplaces and in your schools. … You can find Calcutta all over the world, if you have the eyes to see. Everywhere, wherever you go, you find people who are unwanted, unloved, uncared for, just rejected by society — completely forgotten, completely left alone.”

—   Blessed Mother Teresa

“I understood that to become a saint one had to suffer much, seek out always the most perfect thing to do, and forget self. I understood, too, that there are many degrees of perfection and each soul was free to respond to the advances of the Our Lord, to do little or much for Him, in a word, to choose among the sacrifices He was asking. Then, as in the days of my childhood, I cried out: ‘My God I choose all!’ I do not want to be a saint by halves. I’m not afraid to suffer for You. I fear only one thing: to keep my own will; so take it, for I choose all that You will!”

—   Saint Therese of Lisieux (via imaginesisters)

Question the beauty of the earth, question the beauty of the sea, question the beauty of the air, amply spread around everywhere, question the beauty of the sky, question the serried ranks of the stars, question the sun making the day glorious with its bright beams, question the moon tempering the darkness of the following night with its shining rays, question the animals that move in the waters, that amble about on dry land, that fly in the air; their souls hidden, their bodies evident; the visible bodies needing to be controlled, the invisible souls controlling them; question all these things. They all answer you, ‘Here we are, look ; we’re beautiful.’

Their beauty is their confession. Who made these beautiful changeable things, if not one who is beautiful and unchangeable? Finally in man himself, in order to be able to understand and know God, the creator of the universe; in man himself, I repeat, they questioned these two elements, body and soul. They questioned the very thing they themselves carried around with them; they could see their bodies, they couldn’t see their souls. But they could only see the body from the soul. I mean, they saw with their eyes, but inside there was someone looking out through these windows. Finally, when the occupant departs, the house lies still; when the controller departs, what was being controlled falls down; and because it falls down, it’s called a cadaver, a corpse. Aren’t the eyes complete in it? Even if they’re open, they see nothing. There are ears there, but the hearer has moved on; the instrument of the tongue remains, but the musician who used to play it has withdrawn.

So they questioned these two things, the body which can be seen, the soul which cannot be seen, and they found that what cannot be seen is better than what can be seen; that the hidden soul is better, the evident flesh of less worth. They saw these two things, they observed them, carefully examined each one, and they found that each, in man himself, is changeable. The body is changeable by the processes of age, of decay, of nourishment, of health improving and deteriorating, of life, of death. They passed on to the soul, which they certainly grasped as being better, and also admired as invisible. And they found that it too is changeable; now willing, now not willing; now knowing, now not knowing; now remembering, now forgetting; now frightened, now brave; now advancing toward wisdom, now falling back into folly. They saw that it too is changeable. They passed on beyond even the soul; they were looking, you see, for something unchangeable. So in this way they arrived at a knowledge of the god who made things, through the things which he made.

—   St. Augustine (via eternallyadoring)

(Source: mundacormeum)


For in this way especially does a friend differ from a flatterer: The flatterer speaks to give pleasure, but the friend refrains from nothing, even that which causes pain.
St. Basil the Great


For in this way especially does a friend differ from a flatterer: The flatterer speaks to give pleasure, but the friend refrains from nothing, even that which causes pain.

St. Basil the Great

Your Mercy’s rising like the sun on the horizon 
And we’re coming home 

[alive, alive, alive and we’re singing]
I found myself singing the words of the worship song

"There is none like You.
No one else can touch my heart like You do,
I can search for all eternity Lord
And find, there is none like You”
to a little girl while I was tying her shoes.

And I thought to myself, “you should be singing these words to God”

He said, “you are”.

May we expectantly receive Christ in whatever form He may come to us.

[It’s Your Love that we adore]

A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love.

Joy is not simply a matter of temperament; it is always hard to remain joyful which is all the more reason why we should try to acquire it.

Joy is prayer; joy is strength; joy is love. She gives most who gives with joy.

—   Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta, “In the Heart of the World” 

“Grant, O merciful God, that I may
ardently desire,
prudently examine,
truthfully acknowledge,
and perfectly accomplish
what is pleasing to You,
for the praise and glory of Your Name. Amen.”

—   St. Thomas Aquinas

(Source: catholicsoul, via christ-lives-in-us)

Merton, “The Wisdom of the Desert” 

“Saint Thomas Aquinas’s definition of love is to will the good of another. That is, not necessarily to will what the other person happens to be willing at the moment, which may even be harmful or destructive, but to will the good as God or the ideal observer might see it. This is true love, which neither deceives nor is deceived.”

—   Michael Novak (via closertothelost)

“Being Christian is not the result of an ethical choice or a lofty idea, but the encounter with an event, a Person, which gives life a new horizon and a decisive direction.”

—   Pope Benedict XVI