monastic prayer of the twelfth century
Teach me, Lord, to make good use of the time that you give me to work…
Teach me to unite in haste and slow, serenity and fervor, zeal and peace. Help me from the book. Help me in the heart of toil… And especially yourself corrects gaps of my work : Lord, throughout labor of my hands leaves Thee grace to tell others and a failure to me to talk myself.
Guard me hope for perfection, otherwise I would lose heart. Keep me in the impotence of perfection, otherwise I would lose pride…
Lord, never let me forget that all work is empty except where there is love…
Lord, Teach me to pray with my hands, my arms and all my strength. Remind me that the work of my hands belongs to you and it is up to me to make you in the giving… What if I am to please others, as the flower of grass I fanerai evening. But if I do it for the love of good, I will dwell in the well. And the time to do good and your glory, is immediately.
7th and final part: love
The desire of Antigone's family, she will not let her brother unburied; Créon, his, wants to assert itself as king and shows its power. Antigone favors family ties who embody love and reveal a be. Creon sits his power by signing an act of law must establish its authority. The same word characterizes their action: desire. But desire does not recognize the desire in the other, we could believe, especially if one is trying to flatter the desire for himself, that desire any desire he meets knights. Between Creon and Antigone, it is the measure of desires that counts. Face to face, Antigone and Creon will increase the extent of their desires adversity they encounter. But the source of the desire of Antigone is it still understandable today? Indeed, the desire of Antigone, this desire that is based on justice, justice done and visited the remains of his brother and the gods, This desire makes sense, because it is community, it is part of a city and a family, reduced vision of the city, and a belief, Antigone leans to the gods to challenge Creon. Antigone does not express a personal desire, defends an eternal law, she defends her duty to tell, to proclaim the front of any power that would think over it. Since when do we hear most anyone themselves up in public places to proclaim his duty cost him his life? The worst? We got used to the silence, this resignation, transcendental laws do not tell us much left, So nothing comes overhang and thus correct the laws that pass before us and surround us like rubbish in a stream of water. Communities that strengthened the individual within a space that protected him and allowed him to grow were shattered. The individual now looks like a crazy electron that can be built as wind gusts that exhaust and catch you off guard and the ever fade to taste the meaning of his life. Social life is based on the law and the only right, but in a place without geography composed of people above ground all rights are equal and crush in a heinous mess. Creon has the power. Antigone is the daughter of Oedipus. At a time when it is no more than having, to own, to acquire, Antigone weighs - since we must assess - little. The methodical destruction of all metaphysics amounts to a crime against humanity. Perhaps the greatest the world has known. Since a click, I can acquire all I have no need to know my desire to satiate. It is also understood that this individual desire that nothing protects his appetite accepts no limits, especially not the one posed by others; then comes in envy, misguided desire, defile.
The identity is divided firstly into a base that is in us and we can not draw particular merit, our nature and education we received, and a constitutive movement of life that discovers items that are not listed in our nature or our education, but to be read at the height of our nature and our education. Much of this process happens without us even thinking about it. Yet it is essential, important and requires us to the ongoing review of this nature and of this education, as to the ongoing review of these developments through the prism of our nature and our culture. The balance, here again, is essential. There is no question of forgetting, or worse not be aware of our nature, forget or worse to lose the benefits of our education, to address the shores of novelty, or we will not be nothing but a tattered flag in the wind, we will have no way to judge the novelty and we risk seeing in this new some new, and to love him for it.
That stories about identity! The word does not appear in either the Greek epic nor in tragedy. The identity at the time of Antigone leans on the line and belonging to a city. Identity is permeated rooting. The family and the city gathered in a virtual standard in full what the other had to know of itself during a first meeting. During antiquity, nobody protested his identity nor promulgated the, and no one decided his identity. He was not putting on a costume. The men were within their identity. The identity was akin to a load, we had to be worthy. She ruled the being and becoming. The modern age has made it a challenge, because it transformed the identity have, a sort of accomplishment that you can dress up or divest. In its modern fantasy to believe that we can choose everything all the time, modern times replaced with implacable method being by having. Yet this logic, this ideology has its limits: some things can be acquired, among them: otherness. Live his identity, be what one is, place his name, allow privacy and therefore the knowledge and deepening of his being, these are the prerequisites for a meeting with the other. The first difference between Creon and Antigone is located at that location, the land on which is built the fight, Antigone preserves embedded in it that gift of old, gods, these roots that defines the authority to which it leans to stand up to this man, son parent, the king, who marries the power of will and is blinded by it to not hear his own voice, its echo. Continue reading “Antigone, rebellious and intimate (6/7. The vocation)”
3nd part : destiny
The man down from the tree. The man, like the tree, is also defined well by its roots or fruit. The man, like the tree, depends on external and internal elements to reach maturity. The man looks like trunk carved by the tests based on its roots and wearing more or less fine fruit, better or worse… The similarities between plants and man are endless. Water that nourishes the roots to sunlight watering fruit, oxygen exuded by the leaves, all this life which rushes and flows reminds us of the human condition so unpardonable. The tree is a family metaphor. Seedling fruit and leaves, a metaphor for the history of man and the family grows. What evil fairies presided at the birth of the family whose Labdacides Antigone descends? Any good conscience today would see a calamity and a pathological explanation of Antigone decisions. How is this little Antigone this heroic fruit growing on a tree trunk so full of scars and bruises? The breath and uninterrupted guide destiny and obtuse that family and, suddenly, Antigone is released from this straitjacket, frees his family this straitjacket, she defeated camisole, and completes dismiss destiny. what miracle! From afar, clinging to their branch, two sheets still look identical, Yet simply to approach to see how they differ. Continue reading “Antigone, rebellious and intimate (3/7. Destiny)”
2nd part : Funerals
— «My dearest Ismene. I have this morning to tell you that I took care of everything. I took the same funeral for our brothers. I could not choose and as our brothers do not leave last wishes, I took things in hand for this fixed as soon as possible. I still ordered a embalmer so that they are presentable. If you want to go see, they will be ready to 15 hours. You're not obliged. Finally, if you can take ten minutes, it can be good. Perhaps it is better to keep a picture of them happy, eg children. I took the same model urn for two. A priest will come to the funeral and make a little speech before cremation. I ordered his coming to the funeral. You see, I handled everything. Eteocles be buried in the cemetery which is located about thirty minutes of Thebes taking national. to Polynices, it's more complicated with the law of our uncle, Créon. I decided to spread his ashes on the battlefield as the king does not want him to be buried. It makes sense, non? Tell me what you think about it, I'm not stopped on this point. "This portrait of Antigone living in the twenty-first century delivering the spoils of his brothers in charge of funeral summarizes funeral rites today. The family has been made since the Industrial Revolution unproductive. Funeral little more fall within the family tradition. The modern world calms using the formulamake sense, as the translation of the English expression is heard today, and as it is so comforting to repeat without having really feel ..., because what these mini-found sense on the ground almost by accident, what these senses Skin grief who shall without that there is little or nothing, otherwise the residues of a past direction, a common sense, a good sense carved by centuries? Through the destruction of the family, transmission between generations is lacking, the meaning of our actions is lost, must therefore invent sense, it is necessary make sense, you have to give the illusion of living again, not to have totally abdicated. Trickery leans against ignorance, and here too, the swindle does not date one day. The meaning given by the death in the family, this sense almost completely forgotten today, is recalled by Antigone in Sophocles' play, where it stands as a guardian of values that release, as they protect humans from animals. Antigone reaffirms what man can and can not; she grabs d & rsquo; a force to protect us from our will to power and to teach us time to be responsible; a time nowadays entrusted to specialists Certified substitute family, individuals who compose it and tenuous ties between them by the time.
1party era : the family
From the first reading of Antigone, an ambiguity in the minds of the reader. Antigone she embodies the action or reaction? What moves Antigone? The reaction never exists by itself while the action does not need anyone, it is legitimate in the act. Action always inaugurates something. Unlike what is often said, or thought, Antigone does not expect to be Creon Antigone. Like Electra for revenge, Nausicaa for the reception, Penelope for loyalty, Antigone embodies duty. Is the action, as it serves: it is fulfilled in the duty. It is accomplished in bondage (we pretend to forget that servitude means to be "slave"?). Unlike what is often said, or thought, Antigone is never an individual. It never stands alone is. If the law Creon pushes for action, and if it may seem a reaction, it is only on the surface, by mere chronology.
The Maciel case requires us to ask the question of Evil. Our time prevents rubbing it. What do we know of the work of the devil and what can we do to protect ourselves ? After attempting to overshadow the good of life, is it any wonder that evil shows itself in the open ? The works of the devil are endless, but the & rsquo; Holy Spirit can all, including transforming.
You had to have the eloquence of the favorite writer of the Pope1 to affirm : "There is only sadness, that not to be holy ". This heady question of holiness always comes as a season that does not pass. There are many things we can get rid, but never the question of holiness in part. It is consubstantial with us. As soon as we see or seeing something just or unjust, something under the good or evil, we walk on the path of holiness. Whether to it or against it. It takes a long time to realize how the issue of holiness is we consubstantial. We are holy, we are a temple, we left the church that is holy, we are in the image of God who is holy, and yet we ébrouons, we are falling, we struggle, we strive… So little results for so many promises. This is the holy condition application amount of effort and gives few visible results.
Continue reading “Which saints to turn ?”
Human vision of humility is the image of the human vision of love, scaled down. Humility must exercise his teaching at all times and in all places. Humility does not accept that we choose whether to practice. Humility and application availability infinite and endless vigilance. She asks, a term that has almost disappeared from our modern language, docility. Docility has long been the cornerstone of education. Docility locked and guided the will by forcing her to be applied with discernment and to the cause of life. The character of obedience requires a hard drive, as humility. Docility is the lieutenant of humility. It is also his stewardship, which is not incompatible with the rank of junior officer.
Docility is often the first step to access availability and vigilance. be docile forces to be alert. be docile makes life so much. be docile today is the first reaction to the dictatorship of the modern world. Because that docility prevents claim and condemns narcissism. It is not picture how the docility can accomplish great things.
To access humility, must deny the ego. What echo can such sentences have in our time ? Deny the ego ? Or, consider the ego to better humiliate ? What madness ? How to say in our time being humbled is the safest way to humility ? I remember Dolto studies on this topic. Far from the image conveyed by his sycophants on Dolto. Dolto praising some forms of humiliation to achieve a state of "higher", a state where being detaches from its image ; where being dominated and secures its image. And of course, Dolto praised this form of education for children. What was the dunce cap ? What was the corner ? These practices of another age as it looks today, Were not primarily an opportunity for the child to repent, and, repent against other ? There is no humiliation experienced in solitude. The ego subsides when he confronts privacy.
"I thank God that I never had, because of my science, the top of my master chair, at no time in my professorial activity, vain pride movement that has raised my soul from the humility seat. "The surest way to holiness, that is to say, the surest path to the state that we are required by God, is humility. The one who speaks these words in his life showed a natural humility. One day of the year 1257, while his celebrity might swell with pride, St. Thomas Aquinas, So brother Thomas, is visiting a monastery in Bologna. It makes a few services. He does not hesitate to do all kinds of tasks. He is available ; there is a liberation of the soul to be available, to bathe in docility. A religious passage in the monastery seen and ordered him to follow. "The prior request you to follow me". Brother Thomas runs. It harnesses religious affairs, some in the cart he starts hanging, the rest on his back. Brother Thomas is good constitution, but the load turns out well though heavy. This task. The Prior said : "Take the first brother will find you". Brother Thomas appeared in religious as the right person to help. Religious pressed, he scolds brother Thomas who barely any wear and advance at a safe speed. Brother Thomas shows docility in the effort, but it also shows great docility face of religious criticism. In the city, the religious scene rabrouant brother is comedian. People make fun of this caravan on its way. But suddenly, a murmur runs through the crowd. It spreads like wildfire. The whisper is a name. A bourgeois lunges educate the religious. The brother is that you abuse the… Religious stiffened a little more, if it was possible. He dares not return. He does not dare to face his victim. The brother of Thomas shade overlooking, but that shadow does not make sense, brother Thomas overlooks person by his shadow. Brother Thomas is smiling at the rear, almost placid, he had time to draw breath. The religious approaches him and asks him to forgive her, he continues to shake the air with his arms, but this time to create an intimacy with brother Thomas, when previously he had been constantly ostensibly show the gap between him and this small requirement brother. He approaches him, shoulder touch him, everyone can see that there is no animosity between them, he breathes rather a form of collusion between them. brother Thomas, nothing dupe, actor of all, responds to the religious who had slipped him he should have declared his identity, and instruct its quality, there was no question of disobeying the prior. As the crowd kept murmuring against religious, brother Thomas claimed he was there voluntarily, he accepted the charge without grumbling, there was there no reason to take against anyone, that obedience was the sine qua non of faith. Obey his prior, obey love for God. Nothing that costs way out of this ; the way of God's love.
The love of God makes sense in the obedience of man. That man come to depart from this soft law and nothing exists that the modern world. without docility, without humility. Without love.
One day years 90, we were walking in the street, we left the hotel des Saints-Peres, et Alvaro Mutis1 stopped short. We were almost at the corner of rue de Grenelle, and he said, : « Emmanuel, I feel that we walked together so long ago in a street in Cadiz. And we wanted the same discussion. "I must not remember our words. I'm sure if Alvaro Mutis was still alive, he would remember.
Alvaro Mutis maintained a special relationship to life. He lived by handling memory and immediate reality. He always puts his feet in one and one foot in the other. His home, these two worlds never left, they were close, were canned, like Siamese, as a one-way life, for the best. Alvaro Mutis lived his life and other lives, lives that he had lived previously, he would live or later. Alvaro Mutis lived mostly, at all times, accompanied by a young boy, yet this child was called Alvarito, it was all our appointments. Carmen, Alvaro wife, accepted his presence even if it was not his son. I've never met anyone like Alvaro Mutis. I mean that the presence of him, His presence next to the same child adult a certain age had something terrifying and intriguing. I told him often. I said that Bernanos, he loved, also had to live with and embodied self afterglow of young beside him.
I come here to tell what I know Alvaro Mutis, Maqroll of el Gaviero and some other… Recent years have been slow and long. We used to correspond much less. It wrote more. He wrote not so long. The tremors had taken precedence. A certain emptiness also. Everything was doomed to disappear as the strain of the dead tree disappeared in a week in the humid furnace of Amsud. Everything had to go, and this spectacle of life in action never ceased to amaze Alvaro Mutis throughout the ninety years he spent on this earth.