Music and silence—how I detest them both! How thankful we should be that ever since our Father entered Hell—though longer ago than humans, reckoning in light years, could express—no square inch of infernal space and no moment of infernal time has been surrendered to either of those abominable forces, but all has been occupied by Noise—Noise, the grand dynamism, the audible expression of all that is exultant, ruthless, and virile—Noise which alone defends us from silly qualms, despairing scruples, and impossible desires. We will make the whole universe a noise in the end. We have already made great strides in this direction as regards the Earth. The melodies and silences of Heaven will be shouted down in the end. But I admit we are not yet loud enough, or anything like it. Research is in progress.
CS Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
CS and Our Holy Cardinal….
Dialed in on our current culture.
St. Mother Theresa of Calcutta penned;
Silence begets prayer. Prayer begets Faith. Faith begets love. Love begets service. Service begets peace.
These stepping stones will help any sinner cross the ragging waters of eternal death, however like everything that is attainable one must make the first move.
Noise. Nouse from blaring car speakers with reverberating bass that makes every car in the vicinity shake. Noise from someone blabbing on a cell phone on a transit bus. Noise from office coworkers blathering about another trip to Disney World. Noise from modified small cars with coffee can mufflers.
Noise at Mass that was written by Marty Haugen, Dan Schutte and the St. Louis Jesuits.
What isn’t noise? The freight train going through the neighborhood. The trucks on I-79, especially at night. The birds singing. The crickets that start halfway through the summer.
PF.
Now use it.
Use it and watch what happens.
Distractions, properly viewed, can bring about the mountains being moved into the sea. Offerings to God are like a infants sudden smile to its parents.
Unexpected yet hopeful that it will come again and it can never come soon enough.
Dont miss the graces. Opportunity exists everywhere and everyday.
Penguins Fan, I heard my first cicada of the summer yesterday. It always reminds me of the summer days of my youth. It is the warm peaceful drone of summer.
JFK
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And Robert Cardinal Sarah might have been Pope.