Concordia Quotes

Whoever John Stoner is, he is no magician. He could not have made you into a hero if you had not already possessed the raw material." -Concordia Glade to Ambrose Wills.

—Eso no es paz. La paz es más que ausencia de guerra. La paz es concordia. Armonía.

Concordia experienced a profound rush of relief. He was safely home. Now, perhaps she would be able to shake off the feeling of dread that has descended on her after he had left.

e presto o tardi sorger un'epoca di ovvio cameratismo sessuale, in cui ragazzi e ragazze in concordia discorde staranno davanti a un cumulo di vecchie molle spezzate che prima costituivano l'uomo e la donna!

Do not let your thoughts take flight, flutter, and climb. Simply cleave and cling to Christ. It is imperative to remain solely with the Person of Christ. If you have that, you have all; but if you lose that, you have lost all.

Thus the sum and substance of all doctrine is this, that we are not justified by any works, but that faith in Christ saves.

when some of the neural “lights” in question have been switched off by injury, the outcome can be connected to a form of generalized depression, or what Dr. Jim Pfaus of Concordia University calls “anhedonia”—a state of pleasurelessness, bleakness, or grayness, in perceptions of the world.

La mayoría de la gente no se ha dado cuenta de que no sabe lo que son realmente las cosas. Sin embargo, y como si lo supieran, no se ponen de acuerdo en los comienzos de su investigación, sino que, siguiendo adelante, lo natural es que paguen su error al no haber alcanzado esa concordia, ni entre ellos mismos, ni con los otros.

Es que no tengo ninguna cualidad buena. No conozco ni aun de lejos, la justicia, la templanza, la serenidad, la constancia, la clemencia, el valor, la firmeza en los propósitos, la generosidad. No hay vicio alguno del que yo carezca. Si yo llegara a reinar, echaría al infierno la miel de la concordias asolaría y confundiría el orbe entero.” (Malcolm)

 Porque, en efecto, la injusticia produce sediciones, ¡oh, Trasímaco!, y odios y luchas de unos contra otros, mientras que la justicia trae concordia y amistad; ¿no es así?

Sabía que un día despertaría de aquellos hermosos sueños de amor y volvería a estar solo, completamente solo en el mundo frío de los demás, donde me esperaba la soledad y la lucha, y no la paz y la concordia.

Sólo recuerdos excelentes conservo de la casa paterna. Estos recuerdos son los más preciosos para el hombre, con tal que un mínimo de amor y concordia hayan reinado en la familia. Es más: puede conservarse un buen recuerdo de la peor familia, siempre que se tenga un alma sensible.

Según su criterio, era necesario suprimir las fuerzas armadas, pero para llegar a esto se imponía antes un juicio militar a todo el Estado Mayor, que no había cumplido con su deber, y pasarlos por las armas. Había que abolir la guerra, pero declarándola antes encarnizadamente a aquellos que la fomentaban. Había que derogar la pena capital, pero antes borrar de la faz de la tierra a todos los legisladores y jueces que sostuvieran opinión contraría. Era menester establecer la concordia universal, pero para ello había que exterminar a cuantos no quisieran ponerla en práctica.

The Christian should always think: 'If peace and tranquility reign today, it will be different tomorrow. The devil can shoot a dart into my heart, or some other affliction can befall me. Therefore I must see to it that when sorrows appear, I am prepared to weather the storm and draw comfort from God's Word.

Quizá era momento de claudicar en mis anhelos de grandeza. Convertirme en una mamá modelo dedicada al cien por ciento a mis hijos y a mi marido. Olvidarme de que solo a través de la danza podía alcanzar mis metas y vivir más en concordia con mis posibilidades. En otras palabras, aceptar mi mediocridad y mi pusilanimidad

I keep having the same experience and keep resisting it every time. I do not want to believe it although it is palpable: the great majority of people lacks an intellectual conscience. Indeed, it has often seemed to me as if anyone calling for an intellectual conscience were as lonely in the most densely populated cities as if he were in a desert. Everybody looks at you with strange eyes and goes right on handling his scales, calling this good and that evil. Nobody even blushes when you intimate that their weights are underweight; nor do people feel outraged; they merely laugh at your doubts. I mean: the great majority of people does not consider it contemptible to believe this or that and to live accordingly, without first having given themselves an account of the final and most certain reasons pro and con, and without even troubling themselves about such reasons afterward: the most gifted men and the noblest women still belong to this "great majority." But what is goodheartedness, refinement, or genius to me, when the person who has these virtues tolerates slack feelings in his faith and judgments and when he does not account the desire for certainty as his inmost craving and deepest distress—as that which separates the higher human beings from the lower. Among some pious people I found a hatred of reason and was well disposed to them for that; for this at least betrayed their bad intellectual conscience. But to stand in the midst of this rerum concordia discors and of this whole marvelous uncertainty and rich ambiguity of existence without questioning, without trembling with the craving and the rapture of such questioning, without at least hating the person who questions, perhaps even finding him faintly amusing—that is what I feel to be contemptible, and this is the feeling for which I look first in everybody. Some folly keeps persuading me that every human being has this feeling, simply because he is human. This is my type of injustice.

Veertien Dertien had men net zo goed kunnen overslaan, omdat er alleen maar onzin in staat. Ik heb helemaal geen zoon, laat staan dat hij een rondleiding over mij zou presenteren in zaal Concordia. Eigenlijk had men één tot en met twaalf net zo goed kunnen overslaan omdat immers alles onzin is. Ik kan het weten, ik schrijf al die bullshit.

For this Victor has accomplished everything. There is nothing for us to add to what He has done - neither the blotting out of our sin nor victory over the devil and death.

...я в настоящую минуту убежден, что в наше время возможно одно направление - христианское, но не поповско-христианское с запахом конопляного масла и ладана, а высокохристианское, как я его понимаю... Мир, мир и мир, и на все стороны мир. - вот что должно быть нашей задачей в данную минуту, потому что concordia parva res crescunt - малые вещи становятся великим согласием, - вот что читается на червонце, а мы это забываем, и зато у нас нет ни согласия, ни червонцев.

Non amava né il giardino né la villa. Era arduo sopportare la presenza del suocero. Era il più "presente" degli esseri. Se anche tentava di infiammare l'immaginazione ripetendo: «Questa casa un giorno sarà mia», non riusciva a entusiasmarsi. «Sì, è bel tempo, pensava con distacco, la villa ha dello stile... le rose... Simone... sì... Ma tutto ciò cosa giova a me, alla mia più intima natura?... Del resto, quando per un'ora vedo lo stesso orizzonte penso alla morte. Il disgusto tipico di ogni uomo che non si accontenta di vivere, che talvolta pensa alla propria vita... Sono stanco del successo, sono stanco dei processi brillanti, degli affari fortunati o sfortunati, delle relazioni utili, stanco anche troppo della presidenza del collegio forense. Soprattutto, pensava, sono stanco del matrimonio, e si ricordava dell'inverno passato, che si riaffacciava alla memoria come un lungo e cupo stato di collera, interrotto da schiarite di appassionata concordia, sempre più rare queste ultime, sempre più frequenti i diverbi... Perché?... Ah! certi matrimoni, certe donne erano così... Certe unioni sembrano generare nell'anima un dolore sordo, proprio come quello del basto che percuote il fianco delle bestie appaiate... Sospirò: «Non chiedo grandi cose, eppure... Che mi lasci partire per due mesi, è tutto ciò che desidero. Quando tornerò sarò dolce come un agnello... Ero forse fatto per il matrimonio? Per non importa quale matrimonio? No, sono ingiusto... Questo non è un matrimonio qualunque... L'ho amata... Lei m'ispira ancora una specie di nervoso affetto... La disgrazia è che si comincia ad amare una persona con tutto ciò che l'attornia... (quando l'ho amata tutto ciò che mi faceva pensare a lei mi era caro: la città in cui l'ho conosciuta; l'italiano che parlavano attorno a me...). Quando si finisce di amare, ci si slega anche da tutto. Così, questa villa, suo padre, perfino la bambina e questo cielo, tutto mi sfinisce e mi irrita...».

The devil is our mortal enemy, the world attacks us horribly, and it is evident everywhere that there is no more miserable and contemptible person on earth than a Christian. That is why we must have a greater, stronger, and more reliable comfort, to offset all their defiance and might.

los más competentes para que mantengan la paz y la concordia. Entonces los hombres no amarán sólo a los suyos, no procurarán sólo por sus propios hijos, sino que todos los ancianos tendrán sus últimos días tranquilos, todos los fuertes tendrán su trabajo útil, todos los niños serán estimulados en su crecimiento; los viudos y las viudas, los huérfanos y los solitarios, los débiles y los enfermos encontrarán amparo; los hombres tendrán su empleo, y las mujeres, su hogar. No se querrá que las mercancías se echen a perder; pero tampoco querrá nadie almacenarlas para sí mismo particularmente. No se querrá tampoco que el trabajo quede

mi trovavo ad errare in quel di Concordia sulla Secchia quando ad un certo punto vidi uno zoppo zoppicare come si conviene a chi è uso camminare con le scarpe troppo strette e le gambe di gran fretta..."oh buon uomo, ove andate 'sì prescioso ch'io non possa raccontarvi di questa strada la sua fine?" "voi blaterate giovanotto. io non son buono, non son di fretta né tanto meno vedo nei paraggi la vostra strada maledetta!" "ma allora voi siete un'allucinamento....un'alluci-nozione...." "vorrete dire un'allucinazione?" "...è che io vi ho già incontrato, non in questa vita certamente, non di questi tempi, ma lasciate che vi dica ove porta questa strada maledetta, perché credetemi buon uomo, voi siete zoppo e siete pure di gran fretta...!!

For Christ says: 'I am the Way by which one comes to the Father; there is no other way. I and no one else am the Truth and the Life.' You must take this road in order to hold to this Man and to persevere in this faith and confession. You must travel it in suffering and death, saying: 'I know other help or counsel, no salvation or comfort, no way or path, except Christ my Lord alone, who suffered, died, rose, and ascended to heaven for me. I will stay on this road all the way, even though nothing but the devil, death, and hell were under and before me. For this is surely the right road and bridge; it is firmer and safer than any stone or iron structure. And heaven and earth would have to collapse before this road would ever deceive me or lead me astray.

Therefore, beware of such misleading, shameful, and deceptive prattle, which represents Christ solely as a Teacher of works, as though He had taught and showed us nothing but proper conduct and behavior. In that capacity He could not be called the Way; then He would be no more than a cross or a votive picture on the wayside. This indeed directs the wayfarer correctly, but it itself does not bear him along.

For more than twenty years I was a pious monk, read Mass daily, and so weakened myself with fasting and praying that I would not have been long for this life had I continued. Yet all this taken together cannot help me in even one little crisis to be able to say before God: 'All this I have done, now please consider it, and be gracious to me.' What else did I achieve with this than to plague myself uselessly, impair my health, and waste my time?

We surely have no reason to be at odds with God. He gave us His holy Baptism, His Word, the Sacrament, the Office of the Keys, and the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Who then can say that we receive anything but sheer grace, love, and comfort from Him? If He promises us Christ's blood and death in Baptism and, by means of this, forgiveness of sin and absolution; if He closes hell and opens heaven for us, what animosity or displeasure toward us can there be in Him?

A believer has forgiveness of sin, and Christ will not cast him out. Sin will ever remain part of the Christian's flesh, as seen, for instance, in evil desires referred to in Rom. 6-8. 'But as long as a man comes to Me in faith, even though he should stumble, I shall see to it that this does not harm him.' His sinful flesh will have no dominion over him; there is no condemnation for those who are incorporated into the body of Christ Jesus (Rom. 8:1), although they are not yet entirely pure, and their flesh is not completely mortified.

Christians have nothing to rely on but Christ, their Lord and God. They willingly surrender all things for His sake and say: 'Before I deny or forsake my Christ, I will bid farewell to neck and belly, honor and goods, house and home, wife and child, and everything!' Therefore this courage cannot be a sham or a delusion; it must be genuine and real. Its comfort is not rooted in earth's temporal or transient things, for the sake of which it would be willing to suffer this. No, it pins its hopes solely on the Lord Christ, who was crucified and died for us.

I adhere to the fact that I am baptized, not to my life and my vocation, but to the Man called Jesus Christ. Through Him, I am in grace and have forgiveness of sin. Similarly, when I hear the Gospel, I hear nothing about myself or about my works that could justify me before God; I hear about Christ, who has been given to me by the Father for my redemption from sin and eternal wrath. Thus through the Word and Baptism you have a reliable testimony and a confirmation. You need no longer doubt and waver, but you can and should have the conviction that you have a gracious God and Father in Christ.

Della & I are drunk at the top of Mont-Royal. We have an open blue plastic thermos of red wine at our feet. It's the first day of spring & it's midnight & we've been peeling off layers of winter all day. We stand facing each other, as if to exchange vows, chests heaving from racing up & down the mountain to the sky. My face is hurting from smiling so much, aching at the edges of my words. She reaches out to hold my face in her hands, dirty palms form a bowl to rest my chin. I’m standing on a tree stump so we’re eye to eye. It’s hard to stay steady. I worry I may start to drool or laugh, I feel so unhinged from my body. It’s been one of those days I don’t want to end. Our goal was to shirk all responsibility merely to enjoy the lack of everyday obligations, to create fullness & purpose out of each other. Our knees are the colour of the ground-in grass. Our boots are caked in mud caskets. Under our nails is a mixture of minerals & organic matter, knuckles scraped by tree bark. We are the thaw embodied. She says, You have changed me, Eve, you are the single most important person in my life. If you were to leave me, I would die. At that moment, our breath circling from my lungs & into hers, I am changed. Perhaps before this I could describe our relationship as an experiment, a happy accident, but this was irrefutable. I was completely consumed & consuming. It was as though we created some sort of object between us that we could see & almost hold. I would risk everything I’ve ever known to know only this. I wanted to honour her in a way that was understandable to every part of me. It was as though I could distill the meaning of us into something I could pour into a porcelain cup. Our bodies on top of this city, rulers of love. Originally, we were celebrating the fact that I got into Concordia’s visual arts program. But the congratulatory brunch she took me to at Café Santropol had turned into wine, which had turned into a day for declarations. I had a sense of spring in my body, that this season would meld into summer like a running-jump movie kiss. There would be days & days like this. XXXX gone away on a sojurn I didn’t care to note the details of, she simply ceased to be. Summer in Montreal in love is almost too much emotion to hold in an open mouth, it spills over, it causes me to not need any sleep. I don’t think I will ever feel as awake as I did in the summer of 1995.

As long, therefore, as I am surrounded by danger and the uncertainty of death, so long must I believe in Christ, my Life, and this means my whole time on earth. Hence time, hours, and years have no bearing on this sermon. It does not refer to an annual resolution, so that you may say 'Christ will be my life when I am about to give up the ghost. Meanwhile, I will live as I please.' No, you must know that you are already engaged in crossing over; you have already set foot into the sea with the Children of Israel, and you must now continue until you have come ashore, lest the enemy attack you en route.

If you believe in the words of Christ, 'None of them is lost whom Thou hast given Me' (John 17:12), then, as a Christian, you must say: 'I acknowledge no saint here. I am a poor sinner deserving of death; but in defiance of sin and death I cling to Thee, and I will not let Thee go. I have taken hold of Thee, dear Lord Christ. Thou art my Life, and this is the Father's will, that all who adhere to Thee have eternal life and be raised from the dead. In the meantime let my fate be what it will. I may be beheaded or burned at the stake.' No other life - whether it be called the monastic life or the life of St. Augustine or of St. John the Baptist - will arm a person for victory. Only faith in Christ can do so.

A FAIR IMPRESSION of the pace of Roosevelt’s candidacy for Mayor may be gained by following him through one night of his campaign—Friday, 29 October.44 At 8:00 P.M., having snatched a hasty dinner near headquarters, he takes a hansom to the Grand Opera House, on Twenty-third Street and Eighth Avenue, for the first of five scheduled addresses in various parts of the city. His audience is worshipful, shabby, and exclusively black. (One of the more interesting features of the campaign has been Roosevelt’s evident appeal to, and fondness for, the black voter.) He begins by admitting that his campaign planners had not allowed for “this magnificent meeting” of colored citizens. “For the first time, therefore, since the opening of the campaign I have begun to take matters a little in my own hands!” Laughter and applause. “I like to speak to an audience of colored people,” Roosevelt says simply, “for that is only another way of saying that I am speaking to an audience of Republicans.” More applause. He reminds his listeners that he has “always stood up for the colored race,” and tells them about the time he put a black man in the chair of the Chicago Convention. Apologizing for his tight schedule, he winds up rapidly, and dashes out of the hall to a standing ovation.45 A carriage is waiting outside; the driver plies his whip; by 8:30 Roosevelt is at Concordia Hall, on Twenty-eighth Street and Avenue A. Here he shouts at a thousand well-scrubbed immigrants, “Do you want a radical reformer?” “YES WE DO!” comes the reply.46

Some pastors are lazy and no good” by Martin Luther “Some pastors and preachers are lazy and no good. They rely on these and other good books to get a sermon out of them. They do not pray; they do not study; they do not read; they do not search the Scripture. It is just as if there were no need to read the Bible for this purpose. They use such books as offer them homiletical help in order to earn their yearly living; they are nothing but parrots and jackdaws, which learn to repeat without understanding, though our purpose and the purpose of these theologians is to direct preachers to Scripture with such books and exhort them to plan to defend our Christian faith after death, against the devil, the world, and the flesh… Therefore the call is: Watch, study, attend to reading. In truth, you cannot read too much in Scripture; and what you read you cannot read too carefully, and what you read carefully you cannot understand too well, and what you understand well you cannot teach too well, and what you teach well you cannot live too well. Believe a man who has found this out. It is the devil, it is the world, it is our flesh that are raging and raving against us. Therefore, dear sirs and brethren, pastors and preachers, pray, read, study, be diligent. Truly, this evil, shameful time is not the season for being lazy, for sleeping and snoring. Use the gift that has been entrusted to you, and reveal the mystery of Christ.” –Martin Luther, What Luther Says: An Anthology, comp. Ewald M. Plass (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1959), entry no. 3547, 1110.

The intellectual conscience. I keep having the same experience and keep resisting it every time. I do not want to believe it although it is palpable: the great majority of people lacks an intellectual conscience. Indeed, it has often seemed to me as if anyone calling for an intellectual conscience were as lonely in the most densely populated cities as if he were in a desert. Everybody looks at you with strange eyes and goes right on handling his scales, calling this good and that evil. Nobody even blushes when you intimate that their weights are under-weight; nor do people feel outraged; they merely laugh at your doubts. I mean: the great majority of people does not consider it contemptible to believe this or that and to live accordingly, without first having given themselves an account of the final and most certain reasons pro and con, and without even troubling themselves about such reasons afterward: the most gifted men and the noblest women still belong to this "great majority." But what is goodheartedness, refinement, or genius to me, when the person who has these virtues tolerates slack feelings in his faith and judgments and when he does not account the desire for certainty as his inmost craving and deepest distress-as that which separates the higher human beings from the lower. Among some pious people I found a hatred of reason and was well disposed to them for that; for this at least betrayed their bad intellectual conscience. But to stand in the midst of this rerum concordia discors and of this whole marvelous uncertainty and rich ambiguity of existence without questioning, without trembling with the craving and the rapture of such questioning, without at least hating the person who questions, perhaps even finding him faintly amusing - that is what l feel to be contemptible, and this is the feeling for which I look first in everybody. Some folly keeps persuading me that every human being has this feeling, simply because be is human. This is my type of injustice.

 Así, pues, la injusticia se nos muestra con un poder especial de tal índole que a aquello en que se introduce, sea una ciudad o un linaje o un ejército a otro ser cual­quiera, lo deja impotente para conseguir nada en concor­dia consigo mismo a causa de la reyerta y disensión y además lo hace tan enemigo de sí mismo como de su con­trario el justo; ¿no es así?  Bien de cierto.  E igualmente creo que, cuando se asienta en una sola persona, produce todo aquello que por su naturaleza ha de producir: lo deja impotente para obrar, en reyerta y discordia consigo mismo, y lo hace luego tan enemigo de sí mismo como de los justos; ¿no es esto?  ¿Y no son justos, oh, amigo, también los dioses?  Conforme  replicó.  Por lo tanto, ¡oh, Trasímaco!, para los dioses el injus­to será odioso; y el justo, amigo.  Goza sin miedo  dijo  del banquete de lo argumen­tación; yo no he de contradecirte para no indisponerme con éstos.  Ea, pues  dije yo , complétame el resto del banquete contestándome como lo hacías ahora; porque los justos se nos muestran como más discretos, mejores y más do­tados para obrar, y los injustos, como incapaces para toda acción en común, y así, cuando decimos que siendo injustos hacen algo eficazmente en compañía, no deci­mos la verdad. En efecto, si fueran totalmente injustos no se perdonarían unos a otros; evidentemente, hay en ellos cierta justicia que les impide hacerse injuria recíprocamente al mismo tiempo que van a hacerla a los demás, y por esta justicia consiguen lo que consiguen, y se lanzan a sus atropellos corrompidos sólo a medias por la injusti­cia, ya que los totalmente malvados y completamente in­justos son también completamente impotentes para obrar. Así entiendo que es esto y no como tú en primer término sentaste. Y en cuanto a aquello de si los justos vi­ven mejor que los injustos y son más felices que ellos, cosas que nos propusimos examinar después, habrá que probarlo. Tales se nos muestran ya desde ahora, me pare­ce, en virtud de lo que llevamos dicho; no obstante, habrá que examinarlo mejor, porque la discusión no es sobre un asunto cualquiera, sino sobre el modo como se debe vivir.

La calle del Faubourg Saint-Antoine era muy larga. Comenzaba en lo que antes había sido un faubourg, un barrio de las afueras, situado al este de la ciudad antigua. Mucho antes de la Revolución, ya era una zona de artesanos, donde se encontraban la mayoría de los carpinteros y ebanistas. Pese a las ideas republicanas, y a veces radicales, que en general defendían, muchos de aquellos hábiles artesanos y pequeños comerciantes eran, como Petit, muy conservadores en lo que concernía al núcleo familiar. No obstante, más de un monarca había podido comprobar en el pasado que, cuando se echaban a la calle, eran implacables. Petit emprendió la caminata con paso febril. La nieve se había fundido y las calles estaban secas. Al cabo de poco, llegó al lugar donde antes se alzaba la fortaleza de la Bastilla y que entonces no era más que un gran espacio vacío sobre el que flotaba un cielo gris de negros presagios. Allí comenzaba la ciudad antigua. A partir de ese punto, la calle ya no se denominaba faubourg, sino simplemente calle Saint-Antoine. Al cabo de un centenar de metros, volvía a cambiar de nombre, adoptando el de Rivoli. Con aquel prestigioso nombre, conducía a la antigua plaza del mercado de la Grève, contigua al río, donde habían reconstruido el ayuntamiento, el Hôtel de Ville, al que le habían conferido un aspecto de enorme y ornamentado castillo. Después pasó por el antiguo Châtelet, donde en la Edad Media administraba justicia el preboste. Aunque había aminorado el paso, Petit todavía caminaba deprisa y, pese al frío, sudaba un poco. Finalmente, se cepilló con gesto inconsciente las mangas del abrigo cuando entró en la zona más regia de la calle de Rivoli, con la larga serie de arcadas que se sucedían frente al solemne palacio del Louvre y los jardines de las Tullerías, hasta que llegó al vasto espacio despejado de la plaza de la Concordia. Llevaba caminando más de una hora. Su ira se había transformado en una sombría y amarga rabia impregnada de desesperación. Torció hacia el bonito templo clásico de la Madeleine. Justo al oeste de la Madeleine, empezaba otro de los grandes bulevares residenciales proyectados por el barón Haussmann. El bulevar de Malesherbes partía de allí en diagonal para acabar en una de las puertas noroccidentales de la ciudad, más allá del final del parque Monceau. El serio carácter del bulevar adquiría un aire más moderno en los sectores próximos a la Madeleine, precisamente en la zona donde se encontraba, en un gran edificio de la Belle Époque, el piso de Jules Blanchard.

— Dichosa edad y siglos dichosos aquéllos a quien los antiguos pusieron nombre de dorados, y no porque en ellos el oro, que en esta nuestra edad de hierro tanto se estima, se alcanzase en aquella venturosa sin fatiga alguna, sino porque entonces los que en ella vivían ignoraban estas dos palabras de tuyo y mío. Eran en aquella santa edad todas las cosas comunes; a nadie le era necesario, para alcanzar su ordinario sustento, tomar otro trabajo que alzar la mano y alcanzarle de las robustas encinas, que liberalmente les estaban convidando con su dulce y sazonado fruto. Las claras fuentes y corrientes ríos, en magnífica abundancia, sabrosas y transparentes aguas les ofrecían. En las quiebras de las peñas y en lo hueco de los árboles formaban su república las solícitas y discretas abejas, ofreciendo a cualquiera mano, sin interés alguno, la fértil cosecha de su dulcísimo trabajo. Los valientes alcornoques despedían de sí, sin otro artificio que el de su cortesía, sus anchas y livianas cortezas, con que se comenzaron a cubrir las casas, sobre rústicas estacas sustentadas, no más que para defensa de las inclemencias del cielo. Todo era paz entonces, todo amistad, todo concordia; aún no se había atrevido la pesada reja del corvo arado a abrir ni visitar las entrañas piadosas de nuestra primera madre, que ella, sin ser forzada, ofrecía, por todas las partes de su fértil y espacioso seno, lo que pudiese hartar, sustentar y deleitar a los hijos que entonces la poseían. Entonces sí que andaban las simples y hermosas zagalejas de valle en valle y de otero en otero, en trenza y en cabello, sin más vestidos de aquellos que eran menester para cubrir honestamente lo que la honestidad quiere y ha querido siempre que se cubra; y no eran sus adornos de los que ahora se usan, a quien la púrpura de Tiro y la por tantos modos martirizada seda encarecen, sino de algunas hojas verdes de lampazos y yedra entretejidas, con lo que quizá iban tan pomposas y compuestas como van agora nuestras cortesanas con las raras y peregrinas invenciones que la curiosidad ociosa les ha mostrado. Entonces se decoraban los concetos amorosos del alma simple y sencillamente, del mesmo modo y manera que ella los concebía, sin buscar artificioso rodeo de palabras para encarecerlos. No había la fraude, el engaño ni la malicia mezcládose con la verdad y llaneza. La justicia se estaba en sus proprios términos, sin que la osasen turbar ni ofender los del favor y los del interese, que tanto ahora la menoscaban, turban y persiguen. La ley del encaje aún no se había sentado en el entendimiento del juez, porque entonces no había qué juzgar, ni quién fuese juzgado. Las doncellas y la honestidad andaban, como tengo dicho, por dondequiera, sola y señora, sin temor que la ajena desenvoltura y lascivo intento le menoscabasen, y su perdición nacía de su gusto y propria voluntad. Y agora, en estos nuestros detestables siglos, no está segura ninguna, aunque la oculte y cierre otro nuevo laberinto como el de Creta; porque allí, por los resquicios o por el aire, con el celo de la maldita solicitud, se les entra la amorosa pestilencia y les hace dar con todo su recogimiento al traste. Para cuya seguridad, andando más los tiempos y creciendo más la malicia, se instituyó la orden de los caballeros andantes, para defender las doncellas, amparar las viudas y socorrer a los huérfanos y a los menesterosos. Desta orden soy yo, hermanos cabreros, a quien agradezco el gasaje y buen acogimiento que hacéis a mí y a mi escudero; que, aunque por ley natural están todos los que viven obligados a favorecer a los caballeros andantes, todavía, por saber que sin saber vosotros esta obligación me acogistes y regalastes, es razón que, con la voluntad a mí posible, os agradezca la vuestra.

La paz es más que la ausencia de guerra. La paz es concordia. Armonía.

(¿Concordia? ¡No! ¡Guerra de clases!, titulaba El Socialista).

Æthelwold wrote up their conclusions in a document known as the Regularis Concordia

Cada vez que los cristianos empezando por los Apóstoles, discuten con franqueza y diálogo, y no fomentando traiciones ni camarillas internas, siempre comprenden qué es lo que hay que hacer, gracias a la inspiración del Espíritu Santo. El primer Concilio de Jerusalén, estableció, tras no pocas fricciones, las pocas y sencillas reglas que los nuevos conversos al Evangelio debían observar. El problema es que antes se había encendido una lucha intestina entre los llamados cerrados —un grupo de cristianos muy apegados a la ley, que querían imponer las condiciones del judaísmo a los nuevos cristianos—, y Pablo de Tarso, apóstol de los paganos, totalmente contrario a esa constricción. ¿Cómo resuelven el problema? Se reúnen, y cada uno da su opinión. Discuten, pero como hermanos y no como enemigos. No forman grupitos para vencer, no van a los poderes civiles para imponerse, no matan para ganar. Buscan el camino de la oración y del diálogo. Y así, los que estaban en posiciones opuestas, dialogan y se ponen de acuerdo. ¡Eso es obra del Espíritu Santo! La decisión final se toma en concordia. Y, sobre esa base, se escribe la carta que, al final del Concilio, se enviará a los hermanos que provengan de los paganos, en la que lo que se comunica es fruto de un acuerdo entre diversas maniobras y estratagemas que sembraban cizaña. Una Iglesia donde nunca haya problemas de ese tipo me lleva a pensar que el Espíritu quizá no esté tan presente. Y en una Iglesia donde siempre se discute y hay grupúsculos donde se traicionan los hermanos unos a otros, ¡ahí no está el Espíritu!

¿Acción de gracias, cuando va a morir? Sí, Cristo da gracias, primero, porque el Padre le va a conceder entregar su vida por los hermanos. Y porque, de este modo, va a vencer a la muerte, resucitando como cabeza de un nuevo pueblo. Da gracias porque podrá dar su vida y porque podrá darnos vida. (11)

en su campo de Villaguay, a unos cien kilómetros de Concordia), fuera la encargada de hacer que lo pasara lo mejor posible; conferenciante que, si aceptaba quedarse unos días, sería llevado a pasar el week-end a una quinta preciosa cerca de los palmares,

And this very thing I desire, so that, in the endeavor to teach, I may be able to learn.

«Que los dioses quieran concederte lo que tu corazón anhela: un esposo, una morada y la concordia como compañía. Porque no hay nada en este mundo más sólido y precioso que el entendimiento de un hombre y una mujer que viven juntos en su casa.»

le lanzó una mirada llena de rabia; en ese momento le hubiera gustado reventar a puñetazos la cara de ese antiguo aliado que le desafiaba abiertamente, pero pensó que la concordia entre portugueses y brasileños bien valía comerse el orgullo y los deseos de poner en su sitio a ese hijo de la grandísima.

and the National Orphan Train Complex in Concordia, Kansas,

teetotaler.

On the other hand, we also reject the false dogma of the Manicheans, when it is taught that original sin, as something essential and self-subsisting, has been infused by Satan into the nature, and intermingled with it, as poison and wine are mixed. 18]

Thus there is also to be noted well the diverse signification of the word nature, whereby the Manicheans cover their error and lead astray many simple men. For sometimes it means the essence [the very substance] of man, as when it is said: God created human nature. But at other times it means the disposition and the vicious quality [disposition, condition, defect, or vice] of a thing, which inheres in the nature or essence, as when it is said: The nature of the serpent is to bite, and the nature and disposition of man is to sin, and is sin; here the word nature does not mean the substance of man, but something that inheres in the nature or substance. 23]

We believe, teach, and confess that there is a distinction between man's nature, not only as he was originally created by God pure and holy and without sin, but also as we have it [that nature] now after the Fall, namely, between the nature [itself], which even after the Fall is and remains a creature of God, and original sin, and that this distinction is as great as the distinction between a work of God and a work of the devil. 3]

Also, when the following expressions are employed without explanation, namely, that the will of man before, in, and after conversion resists the Holy Ghost, and that the Holy Ghost is given to those who resist Him intentionally and persistently; for, as Augustine says, in conversion God makes willing persons out of the unwilling and dwells in the willing. 16]

the Holy Scriptures also compare the heart of the unregenerate man to a hard stone, which does not yield to the one who touches it, but resists, and to a rough block, and to a wild, unmanageable beast; not that man since the Fall is no longer a rational creature, or is converted to God without hearing and meditating upon the divine Word, or in external, worldly things cannot understand, or of his free will do, or abstain from doing, anything good or evil. 20]

it is correctly said that in conversion God, through the drawing of the Holy Ghost, makes out of stubborn and unwilling men willing ones, and that after such conversion in the daily exercise of repentance the regenerate will of man is not idle, but also cooperates in all the works of the Holy Ghost, which He performs through us. 18]

E' un cattivo momento per pronunziare la parola 'amore': non importa, io la pronunzio e la glorifico: amore, l'avvenire è tuo. Morte, io mi servo di te, ma ti odio. Cittadini, nell'avvenire non vi saranno nè tenebre, nè folgori, nè ignoranza feroce, nè taglione sanguinoso: non ci sarà più nè Satana, nè Michele: nell'avvenire gli uomini non si uccideranno a vicenda, la terra risplenderà, il genere umano amerà. Verrà, cittadini, il giorno in cui tutto sarà concordia, armonia, luce, gioia e vita, verrà e appunto perchè giunga, noi morremo.

Ubi concordia, ibi Victoria "Where there is unity, there is victory

La verdad es que jamás se acostumbra uno a estas atmósferas en las que Cristo, símbolo de una supuesta concordia universal, era el fuego que atizaba los rencores

En efecto, Trasímaco, la injusticia produce entre los hombres discordias, odios y disputas; la justicia, en cambio, concordia y amistad. ¿No es así? PLATÓN, La República

Si ella se hallara presente en aquel debate de la mançana con las tres diosas, nunca sobrenombre de discordia le pusieran. Porque sin contrariar ninguna, todas concedieran e vivieran conformes en que la lleuara Melibea. Assí que se llamara mançana de concordia. Pues quantas oy son nascidas, que della tengan noticia, se maldizen, querellan a Dios, porque no se acordó dellas, quando a esta mi señora hizo.

My clearest memory of Ferriday is driving over to sit in the decaying old Arcade theater in 1978, because unlike Natchez’s conservative theaters, the Arcade was showing Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter. To this day, I believe the Arcade owners booked the film because they thought it was a movie about deer hunting, not Vietnam. The Concordia Beacon

Eso no es paz. La paz en más que ausencia de guerra. La paz es concordia. Armonía.

E sono i temi della nuova visione politico-religiosa di Dante, illustrati nella Monarchia: la giustizia e la felicità sulla terra, garantite da una Monarchia che lavori in perfetta concordia con una Chiesa non più interessata al dominio temporale, e la felicità eterna in cielo, garantita da una Chiesa ritornata alle sue origini. Già questo parallelismo, quindi, dovrebbe orientarci verso un’interpretazione analoga, cioè in chiave politico-religiosa, della selva oscura.

At Concordia, a European science station based in Antarctica, about a dozen intrepid people spend months at a time together in perpetual darkness, farther from civilization than the International Space Station is from Earth.

Andrea non lo aveva mai visto commuoversi o piangere. E invece ora era lì, le guance rigate dalle lacrime. Un uomo di ottantuno anni eccitato come un bambino, incredulo, stupito, meravigliato delle sorprese che la vita può riservare.

como un acto que arrojaba sal en las llagas y provocaba un incontrolable escozor que se manifestaba con memorias ofendidas e incapaces no ya de olvidar, sino de perdonar y procurar la redención posible, la concordia constructiva. Como en cada ocasión crítica, los cubanos se dividían y no importaban las cantidades que se agruparan en cada bando: lo notable era la división y las descalificaciones que se lanzaban, el resentimiento que supuraban, las agresiones que se prometían. Estás conmigo o contra mí. Y tuvo más ingredientes para alimentar su pesimismo. ¿Quién cedería? Los que más gritaban, como resultaba previsible, eran los que reclamaban no ceder jamás.

Gospel,