Sunday, April 29, 2007

Hello Mr. Soul

Oh, Hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
That my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face
Could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change,
But a stranger is putting the tease on.

I was down on a frown
When the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan
Who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily
Known me better

She said, You're strange,
But don't change and I let her...

In a while will the smile
on my face turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown
Who is sick does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head
And my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her?

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did,
I've got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say,
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets & the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees, but it's alright,
It's alright,
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help but wonder
What's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my Soul Rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty sailing away to sea

And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American Tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Divine Mercy

Reason alone cannot prove the existence of God. Faith is reason plus revelation, and the revelation part requires one to think with the spirit as well as with the mind. You have to hear the music, not just read the notes on the page. Ultimately, a leap of faith is required.

Visit the Miraculous Host page for the full story of the Miracle Host.

In this time of Divine Mercy we offer up our spirits and our minds in prayer and subservience to Our Lord for the memory of friends and family now departed in the fervent and faithful hope that their souls have found eternal rest & peace in The Holy Spirit of Almighty God.

Bill Wade
Ron Dann
Earl Keefe
Alice Byers
Bill Cullen
Billy Acorn
Lloyd Landa
Jack Harper
Peter Crerar
Betty Swink
Carl Trainor
Billy Murphy
Bob McBride
Dennis Linde
Peter Orasuk
Terry Carisse
David Atwood
David Hambly
David Murphy
Frank Walker
Cam Cameron
Glen Constable
Valerie Gaudet
Francis Trainor
George Walker
Wayne Pronger
Gene MacLellan
Jimmy McAskill
Robert MacLeod
Jacquie Neumann
Leonard Rambeau
John Allen Cameron
Corinne Walker Ward
Margaret Weir Walker
Jane Breimer Antoniak
Elizabeth Egan Trainor
Donnie "Norman" MacKay
Hazel Ann Stacey Cheverie

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Saving Grace

If anyone would come after me
He must deny himself
And take up his cross and follow me
For whoever wants to save his life will lose it
But whoever loses his life for me will find it - Jesus Christ

If you find it in Your Heart, can I be forgiven?
Guess I owe You some kind of apology
I've escaped death so many times, I know I'm only living
By the Saving Grace that's over me.

By this time I'd-a thought that I would be sleeping
In a pine box for all eternity
My faith keeps me alive, but I'll still be weeping
For the Saving Grace that's over me.

The death of life, then come the resurrection
Wherever I am welcome is where I'll be
I put all my confidence in Him, my sole protection
In the Saving Grace that's over me.

The devil's shining light, it can be most blinding
But to search for love, that ain't no more than vanity
As I look around this world all that I'm finding
Is the Saving Grace that's over me.

The wicked know no peace and you just can't fake it
There's only one road and it leads to Calvary
It gets discouraging at times, but I know I'll make it
By the Saving Grace that's over me.

Following Jesus Christ is a profound counter-cultural action.

It is a life of risk. It is not about safety.

But it is the opportunity to live a full life in the service of our Creator. It is an opportunity to live for that which we were made. Nothing could be more exciting or fulfilling. It's about following Jesus into the places that only those who have lost the fear of living can finally go. Jesus invites us to consider ourselves “dead men walking” precisely so that he can unleash us into a world that desperately needs souls who are not afraid of uncertainty, danger, and trials because they know that their true Master is with them always.

The Roadmap by David Warren
For those who were the builders of our civilization, as for those who may be the rebuilders, the task was and remains beyond the work of human hands. At the centre of the whole project was redemption in Christ. The biggest thing an individual can do, is to re-embrace that centre. He must endeavour less to change the world, than to change himself. And necessarily, to ask for the grace of God in doing so. For the project is no less than to rebuild Christendom: the foundation of the West. And this can only be done in human souls.

The buildings & the clothing, the art & the music, that mysteriously hopeful view of the universe -- these things are outward reflections of what is wrought in human souls. I believe the answer begins in personal conversion; in reading and thinking as deeply as we can about reality, and about our history. This requires courage: for you will be mocked. I would hold that the “roadmap” exists, in the Bible and the teachings of the Church and her saints. And that, while reason is our guide, the road is essentially sacramental.

Read the entire “Roadmap” piece by David Warren…it is profound.

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