“In the course of my intellectual life, I have experienced very acutely the problem of whether it is not actually presumptuous to say that we can know the truth– in view of all our limitations. I also wondered to what extent it might not be better to suppress this category. In pursuing this question, however, I was able to observe and also to grasp that the renunciation of truth solves nothing, but leads, on the contrary, to the tyranny of arbitrariness. All that can then remain is actually merely what we have decided and can exchange for something else. Man is degraded if he cannot know truth, if everything, in the final analysis, is just the product of an individual or collective decision.” – Pope Benedict XVI
“Curtis Chambers snowshoes from Holy Childhood Church in Harbor Springs to St. Francis Solanus Indian Mission Church in Petoskey. Chambers is following the path Bishop Frederic Baraga might have taken in the 1800s. (Debbie McGuiness/News-Review / February 22, 2013).”
“Moved to follow pathways Bishop Frederic Baraga may have taken in the early 1800s, Curtis Chambers, 59, of Cheboygan, continued his trek through the Diocese of Marquette and the Diocese of Gaylord on Tuesday, walking from Holy Childhood Church in downtown Harbor Springs to St. Francis Solanus Indian Mission Church in Petoskey. The mission church on West Lake Street was the first Catholic Church in Petoskey. It was built in 1859 at the request of Bishop Baraga (the snowshoe priest), and is the oldest building in Petoskey.”
Complete Petoskey News Article Here:
I found this video on YouTube. I have no idea what to think about it.
The title of this video is: “Sandy Hook Shooting Exposed As a Fraud.”
So, now that I’ve seen this, what am I supposed to think? Is this someone’s idea of a sick joke? Because, I’m not laughing. That supposedly CHRISTIAN MAN is a con man, not a Christian. Recall he spoke about his “dead son.” Who laughs then, on cue, gets choked up? That is so telling that something is fishy about what’s going on in America. Even I have questions. I was always suspect of some of these Videos of YouTube. BUT, you get the News, behind the News, on YouTube.
“God can win the heart of a person who possesses great wealth and push for solidarity and sharing with those in need.” Those were the Pope’s words this Sunday, before the Angelus prayer, recited at the window of his study in the Apostolic Palace, along with tens of thousands of faithful gathered in St. Peter’s Square.
Commenting on this Sunday’s Gospel and Jesus’ encounter with a rich man, Pope Benedict explained that Christ teaches that for those who have great wealth it is very difficult to enter the kingdom of God, but not impossible. Man is attracted to the fullness of life, but “thinks that he can somehow buy eternal life, perhaps observing some special commandment.” Jesus, notes Pope Benedict.
Cranky Old Man…..
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!
One robber was shot in the leg and the other one was shot in the butt!
You Go — Grandpa!
You can defend me any day of the week! You’re my hero, for standing up to these zeroes!