3 Hints to Live Well while Evil Spills

Life is a battleground. It is not a playground. Wickedness is spilled with an increasing measure that mankind can no longer discern.
Life is a battleground. It is not a playground. Wickedness is spilled with an increasing measure that mankind can no longer discern.
As oxygen is to the body, so too is freedom an energiser to the soul. Freedom sits at everyone's core to living.
The Book of Psalms has always held a purple place in first Jews' and then Christians' hearts. The Psalms carry many of the most popular Bible verses.
For the self-doubters, the troubled, those with a radar for rejection and the weighed down, anchored by tragedy . . .
The thought of striking a paddle upstream against the tide of crowds is daunting at the least when it is far easier to be connected 24/7.
As with our Lord and St. Benedict, I too require solitude's fields of refreshment. In solitude I discover more of Jesus. He then disarms me with love.
Saint Benedict (c480-550) was not always a human saint. Born as Roman nobility, he would abandon his normal studies around the turn of the sixth century.
Did Jesus ever make a mistake? His brief season upon planet earth was punctuated in silence, devotion and prayerful solitude. A model we all would do well to heed.
Where is the pulpiteer who is also a prophet? Have pulpits become 'oxygen thieves', offering what Jesus calls 'death' to their listeners? The church is shaped by the world and not world...
Inevitably the fog of failure descends upon all those keen enough to make attempts.