Work

POETRY: Sabbath Poem X, 1979, by Wendell Berry

April 5, 2017

Whatever is foreseen in joy Must be lived out from day to day. Vision held open in the dark By our ten thousand days of work. Harvest will fill the barn; for that The hand must ache, the face must sweat. And yet no leaf or grain is filled By work of ours; the field is tilled And left to grace. That we may reap, Great work is done while we’re asleep. When we work well, a Sabbath mood Rests on our day, and finds it [...]

SERMON: Sermon 47, by Johannes Tauler

July 5, 2015

Divisiones ministrationum sunt, idem autem spiritus. . . There are different kinds of gifts, though it is the same Spirit (1 Corinthians 12:6) Saint Paul says in today’s Epistle: “There are different kinds of gifts, though it is the same Spirit who is imparted to each man to make the best advantage of it.”  It is one and the same Spirit who works equally in all things.  We all receive a revelation so that we may use it to our best profit and advantage.  To one is given the gift of knowledge, that he may expound the faith, through the same Spirit who works differently in someone else.  Saint Paul lists a great number of gifts, which are all the work of one and the same Spirit, and on the whole he mentions those which [...]

PRODIGAL SON: The Difference Between Grace And Love

November 21, 2013

So the words were flying around. Faith. Works. Salvation. Wesley and Calvin were mentioned. Both faith or works?  Or one at a time, one ruling over the other? It was all a pat decision. Salvation is based on faith AND works. Yipee. What do you think, Julia? Well, I don’t follow either Wesley or Calvin. And it’s God who is in charge of salvation. In my own (one of these days it might get to be) humble opinion. What? That’s right.  Man isn’t in charge of his own salvation. If it’s works, I call that ham Christianity: the occasion that after all I have done for you, God, now I get my plaque certifying my salvation.  (As one gets a ham at Christmas for work well done.) And faith can be so many things: a [...]

POETRY: Trappists, Working, by Thomas Merton

May 17, 2013

Now all our saws sing holy sonnets in this world of timber Where oaks go off like guns, and fall like cataracts, Pouring their roar into the wood’s green well. Walk to us, Jesus, through the wall of trees, And find us still adorers in these airy churches, Singing our other Office with our saws and axes. Still teach Your children in the busy forest, And let some little sunlight reach us, in our mental shades, and leafy studies. When time has turned the country white with grain And filled our regions with the thrashing sun, Walk to us, Jesus, through the walls of wheat When our two tractors come to cut them down: Sow some light winds upon the acres of our spirit, And cool the regions where our prayers are reapers, And slake us, Heaven, [...]