Thursday, March 12, 2015

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

Oumeima El Khalil - Asfour أميمة الخليل - عصفور






For the Coptic Martyrs and all martyrs in Christ who have died confessing the name of Jesus. May Jesus make me worthy one day to be called your sister. For the Orthodox and Catholic who confess the name of Jesus, in my heart there is no separation, we are one in the love of Christ. Pray for me a sinner that I may profess the name of Christ with a life worthy of the name Christian.



عصفور طلّ من الشباك، قال لي يا نونو
خبيني عندك خبيني دخلك يا نونو - 
 قلتلّه انت من وين . قال لي من حدود السما

قلتله جايي من وين . قال لي من بيت الجيران

قلتله خايف من مين . قال لي من القفص هربان

قلتله ريشاتك وين . قال لي فرفطها الزمان

عصفور طل من الشباك قال لي يانونو

خبيني عندك خبيني دخلِك يا نون
نزلت على خده دمعة وجناحاته مدكية

واتهدى بالأرض وقال بدي أمشي وما فييّ

ضميتو على قلبي وصار يتوجع على جروحاته

قبل ما يكسر الحبس كسر صوته وجناحاته

قلتله إنت من وين قلي من حدود السماء

قلتله جاي من وين قلي من بيت الجيران

قلتله خايف من مين قلي من القفص هربان

قلتله ريشاتك وين قلي فرفطها الزمان
قلتله لا تخاف إتطلع شوف الشمس اللي رح تطلع

وتطلع على الغابة وشاف أمواج الحرية بتلمع

شاف جوانح عم بترفرف من خلف بواب العلية

شاف الغابة عم بتحلق على جوانح الحرية

قلتله إنت من وين قلي من حدود السما

قلتله جاي من وين قلي من بيت الجيران

قلتله خايف من مين قلي من القفص هربان

قلتله ريشاتك وين قلي فرفطها الزمان

عصفور طل من الشباك وقلي يا نو نو

خبيني عندك . خبيني دخلك يا نو ن

Translation:

A sparrow stood at my window.

And said “Oh, little one.

Hide me with you

I beg you.”

I said, “Where are you from?”

“From the limits of the sky,” he said.

I said “Where did you come from?”

“From the neighbor’s house” he answered.

I said, “What are you afraid of?”

“I escaped from the cage”, he said

I said “What are your feathers?”

“Fate took care of them,” he said.

A tear fell on his cheek.

His wings tucked underneath him,

He landed on the ground and said

“I want to walk, but I can’t.”

I held him to my heart,

Hurting from his wounds

Before he finally broke out of his jail

He broke his voice and his wings

I said, “Do not fear,

See the sun rising?”

He looked toward the forest

Saw the tides of freedom glitter,

He saw wings flutter

Beyond the high gates.

He saw the forest flying.

On the wings of freedom.



Coptic Chant - Trisagion

Friday, November 07, 2014



Proverbs 27:6

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Ecclesiastes 3:12


Isaiah 41:13


Love letters from Heaven. Never turn your gaze away. Always ask to be drawn nearer and deeper into His presence. There is nothing, nothing, more beautiful than Him. He is everything. To whatever degree you are fearful of approaching Him is how far you have turned from His gaze. Turn back, contemplate His beauty, heart to heart, stay with Him.
Add"If you set your heart aright, you will stretch out your hands toward him. If iniquity is in your hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in your tents. Surely then you will lift up your face without blemish; you will be secure, and will not fear. You will forget your misery; you will remember it as waters that have passed away. And your life will be brighter than the noonday; its darkness will be like the morning. And you will have confidence, because there is hope; you will be protected and take your rest in safety. You will lie down, and none will make you afraid; many will entreat your favor. But the eyes of the wicked will fail; all way of escape will be lost to them, and their hope is to breathe their last." -Job 11: 13-20

Beautiful Things - Gungor Lyric Video

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Mercy
Think and do nothing without a purpose directed to God. For to journey without direction is wasted effort.
St. Mark the Ascetic

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I Dare You...

to accept everything, yes everything today with a grateful heart. Every inconvenience, every piece of burnt toast, dirty look, every mess, every smile, every kind or unkind word, every glass of spilled milk, the smallest portion, every misunderstanding, the last place, not being heard, or even acknowledged, as it comes to you straight from the Hands of our good Father in Heaven with a grateful heart.

"Let nothing trouble you, let nothing make you afraid. All things pass away. God never changes.
Patience obtains everything. God alone is enough."-St. Theresa of Avila

The Saints have a wonderful way of giving you those little epiphany moments because they walked so closely in Christ's footsteps.

In today's "modern world," (insert oh brother moment here) I am tempted to think of these maxims as quaint outdated little sayings! Sweet, but not exactly appropriate to the time, place, vocation or whatever else. But the saints didn't speak unless they had something worth saying now did they. We can trust that or they wouldn't have lasted very long on the path of virtue because we all know what happens when we talk too much.



So when St. Theresa says, "Never complain of the food, whether it be well or ill dressed; remembering the gall and vinegar of Jesus Christ," and I'm tempted to think what a quaint little penance, (Lord open the eyes of my soul to see Your great Beauty in everything!) I remember the Saints are always pointing towards Christ, and get the feeling that there is more to this than meets the eye. I suppose all of these little mortification (or not so little for some like me) are tethered specifically to a special grace Our Lord is just waiting to pour into our souls. We clear the path by taking advantage of each and every one of these little ways.I don't know about you but it's not so easy shoveling the muck away from years of bad habits and sin. Confession helps me clear my sight yet it still seems I do a whole lot of shoveling. Sometimes not very wholeheartedly.

I recently had a dream -be wary of these and fear God Himself- in which our pastor of the parish was going around listening to different hearts of the faithful He would lean in and listen for a moment then give them one word, just one, to live by for a certain amount of time. He came around to me and said nothing. Nothing! I supposed he couldn't hear anything or what he heard was not good. So I followed after him and asked what about a word for me? He smiled and said you already know, you tell me. I was confused and irritated. I thought and prayed when one word did come to me and it was, Grateful. I ran to father and shouted, Grateful! He smiled, nodded and then walked away. You know what was funny, even in the dream I was ungrateful for that word. I wanted something spectacular like love, or poverty or whatever else. Anything that didn't seem so little.

I think God wants us to be grateful for every "little" blessing. The dishes, legos, the smell of ketchup ugh, the heat, pain, smiles, getting up in the middle of the night for the fifth glass of water, misunderstandings, embarrassments, slow progress...everything.

Tepid and dry souls you want more devotion? Increase you prayer and good works of charity!
You want to overcome lust? Fast & and pray. Deny yourselves little pleasures, especially those which please the belly.
You want to control your temper? Pray. Bless ALL who are unkind to you. Return EVERY unkind word with some kindness. Do not defend yourselves if unjustly accused, unless it would cause scandal not to do so. But still, tread lightly there, go carefully.
You want more energy to get all of your duties done? Spend yourselves all the more for the love of God.
Are you judgmental? Remember your faults, go and adore our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, count your blessings!
Are you vain? Do not speak much, be simple & sincere, take the lowest place, (always a good general rule) spend the money you would spend on your vain amusements on the poor. Turn your gaze to Our Lord and contemplate His humility.

Pray, pray, pray.

Thank God for His example in the Saints. I have no doubt they possessed a very real and simple common sense. Holy Simplicity in all of it's splendor can always be found in whatever charism any saint is known for. They never dared to pretend that they could walk any other way than in holy simplicity, willfully abandoning themselves in every moment to whatever God's will was for them. Holy Simplicity is quite a thing to behold. It is so lovely and attractive because of the soul's docility. These souls become mirror images of Christ and reflect His love in everything they do. They quite literally walked in Christ's footsteps and would not dare to tread through this treacherous world otherwise.

I also suspect there wasn't a passive resignation to the will of God as if they weren't laboring, or better yet heroically fighting a hidden war. None of the battles the saints won outwardly, that God was pleased to show men, started in plain sight. They had long been fighting a tremendous and victorious war in their heart, won by grace.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?" "Here I am," I said; "send me!" Isaiah 6:8



There are many who say to the Lord, "I give myself wholly to Thee, without any reserve," but there are few who embrace the practice of this abandonment, which consists in receiving with a certain indifference every sort of event, as it happens in conformity with Divine Providence, as well afflictions as consolations, contempt and reproaches as honor and glory. -St. Frances de Sales
Hebrews 4:14-16
Not as man sees does God see,
because man sees the appearance
but the LORD looks into the heart.
—1 Samuel 16:7



1 John, chapter 3

 

                                                               Jean Jacques Henner

Hebrews 12:1