I have not been posting lately as I’ve been embroiled in the midst of the Torture Wars. More on that later.
Meanwhile, Theater of the Word Incorporated has hit the road again, with lots of shows this month. We’ve just come from a Chicago tour and will soon embark on a long and busy Ohio tour.
And my biggest impression is this: the Kingdom of God can indeed be among you. Sometimes when we pray “Thy Kingdom come” we are shocked when it starts to happen. But when a group of people follow God and cooperate as best they can with His grace, you have not only true Culture, a Culture of Life (see many of my posts here, especially https://staustinreview.org/ink_desk/archives/a_culture_of_life/ ), but also the beginnings of the Kingdom. The Kingdom, which we are to seek before anything else. The Kingdom, where love and truth reign and justice and mercy kiss. The Kingdom – indeed Kingdom Come – the “Kingdom come” among us, where it’s real and not just something in the clouds.
The most amazing event in human history, the Incarnation, continues among us even to this day, in the Body of Christ, the true Church that we become members of when we stop fighting against it. It happened once, historically, when God became man; it happens again throughout time when men becomes adopted sons of God, with the Holy Spirit living within us, giving each of us the grace to become “alter Christi”, other Christs, in our humility and suffering and in our prayer for His Kingdom to continue to come.
So this Lent, give up your resistance. You know what I mean. Let His Kingdom come.
It will not be a private joy, but a shared one. It will be the Holy Church.
THE GUARDS
The guards have arrived,
The watch has been set,
Soon the limestone valley will sleep
In the waning moonlight
It gleams as if it were living,
Tombs of the ancients
Shining in darkness,
False dawn comes
But the dead do not gleam,
Moonlight is breathless,
The dead do not dream,
Sleep, or grow old
Watch as you will
Nothing will move,
The body you guard
Has finished with love
Finished with life,
But now you awaken,
For what has been slain
Has not been forsaken
Love has never
Forsaken its own,
And the flesh that awakens
Is not limestone
Pavel
March 19, 2010
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