Somber.

I'll make this my prayer. Oh, divine Majesty. Most gracious and true God, I yearn for your heart as my own precious life depends upon it. I need you most desperately and I lay my life here before you. I contemplate my own souls distress at not being able to pray as I could. My silence is most detestable and I wish my thoughts were more this, or more that. I don't wish that either, because I am more wonderfully made than that. I notice your design is moving drawing closer, and when I am weak, it seems you do not withdraw your strength. I sometimes wonder at the beauty around me and alas I'm taken by it. By what? I guess everything is of your design, and yet we muddy it up. Nothing hurts your integrity your perfection, but your creation through imperfection we find glimpse of You interspersed in parallels. Diverging masterpieces pinnacled in you, Jesus the Son of God, everlasting Godman, the lamb that was slain. Oh how you live on, oh how you live! Your in the goodness of mans hearts, the tears shed, they are your tears as the drop splashing and mingling with blood. Dearest Jesus take not back you love, love in our hearts for that is what keeps them beating, that which feeds our very breath our life. To you we give praise give all praise. Thanksgiving! Is it not our being we should give?!!! Let us give You Lord of all what you deserve, our very lives! That is who I want to be... Why not? Why not a Priest? It is the very instrument through which I hope to do thus.

I watched a very good show this night, which happened to be on television of all things. It was called the Eleventh Hour. This show really had to do with a detective and this Dr. hood who were tracking these people implanting clone embrios into women. This really was very good at trying to show how much human life isn't some chemistry or biology experiment. It was very sad and depressing and made me really in this weird somber mood hence the title. It really showed how evil some persons can be, but what was good was this Dr. Hoods respect for life. My God I praise you that things like this are starting to show up in so called entertainment. If only it would do some good. Its a strange battle we face compared to eirlier times and I should be thankful that the seminary really is trying to equip me to fight the battle. Take the battle back to the people wining their hearts for Christ, then in turn for our neighbors and their children. Its not me and mine but mine and ours, we are the body of Christ. Even the little ones have rights to life. All life is potency and act, to be actualized, to live and grow. If we don't have life we don't get any choice at all.

Let our heart yearn for all human life as its all very precious. St. Teresa says in her interior Castle that the beauty and depths of a Soul is incomprehensible. This is what it means in Genesis when we are made in the image and likeness of God. Incomprehensible! Because God is incomprehensible so are we.

My Lord take care of my great uncle Luther, may he rest with you forever.
Blessings and Happy Thanksgiving!