Sinful The P Quotes

I don't need to punish people for sin. Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside. It's not my purpose to punish it; it's my joy to cure it.

Your way of life is sinful and wrong," he said fiercely. Thus says a man who admits to worshipping a God who vilifies pleasure, relegates women to roles that are little more than servants and broodmares, though they are the backbone of your church, and seeks to control his worshippers through guilt and fear.

Daniel supposed he had a secret life. Most people did; it was hardly possible to live without one.

Isn't there something in living dangerously?' There's a great deal in it,' the Controller replied. 'Men and women must have their adrenals stimulated from time to time.' What?' questioned the Savage, uncomprehending. It's one of the conditions of perfect health. That's why we've made the V.P.S. treatments compulsory.' V.P.S.?' Violent Passion Surrogate. Regularly once a month. We flood the whole system with adrenin. It's the complete physiological equivalent of fear and rage. All the tonic effects of murdering Desdemona and being murdered by Othello, without any of the inconvenience.' But I like the inconveniences.' We don't,' said the Controller. 'We prefer to do things comfortably.' But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.' In fact,' said Mustapha Mond, 'you're claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer, the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.' There was a long silence. I claim them all,' said the Savage at last. Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. 'You're welcome,' he said.

We have all sinned, Mr. Darcy, and we cannot look for mercy without showing it in our lives.

When I'm dead, I hope it may be said: his sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

—¡Mírame! —exigí. Algo confuso, obedeció. —Mírame como siempre lo hacías mientras buscabas aquello que tanto anhelabas de mí. Él abrió los ojos claramente impactado. Clavó su felina mirada en la mía durante un largo instante en el que dejé brotar todo el amor que me inspiraba. Una chispa encendió el claro verdor de su mirada. Lo había visto. —Sí —confirmé emocionada—, lo has conseguido, maldito. Me has robado el corazón. Te amo tanto que este tiempo sin ti ha sido la tortura más cruel. Y, déjame advertirte algo: si vuelves a tocar a otra mujer, te juro que te arrancaré los genitales y se los daré de comer a los cuervos.

The most awful tyranny is that of the proximate Utopia where the last sins are currently being eliminated and where, tomorrow, there will be no more sins because all the sinners will have been wiped out. p. 22

It's easy to get a reputation for wisdom. It's only necessary to live long, speak little and do less.

Holy Mother we do believe, That without sin Thou didst conceive; May we now in Thee believing, Also sin without conceiving.

If I can trust the word of a friend, why do I question the word of the God of the universe? Go figure. Sin is truly bizarre." [Running Scared, p. 111]

–Nunca me han amado de esa forma. Yo solo quería saber qué se siente cuando otra persona está dispuesta a entregar el alma por el ser que ama. Y, sin duda, en aquel momento, tú la habrías entregado por él.

Lo más difícil que he tenido que aprender ha sido a relajarme y disfrutar sin más de lo que está pasando ahora, confiar en que, si hago lo correcto, entonces las cosas correctas sucederán a su debido tiempo. (p.209)

Though you may not see any signs of sexual sin or weights, you still need to see Jesus on a regular basis for a checkup. P.46

He was looking like a minor prophet about to rebuke the sins of the people

It's nothing short of astonishing that a religious tradition with this relentless emphasis on salvation and one so hyperattuned to personal sin can simultaneously maintain such blindness to social sins swirling about it, such as slavery and race-based segregation and bigotry.

First, people should open their eyes to see structural sin, which is the very existence of a First and Third World. As long as there's a First World, there won't be peace because there won't be justice or sharing. (Pedro Casaldaliga, p. 243)

—Solo te amaré a ti. Ninguna mujer tendrá jamás poder sobre mí, ninguna. —Me alzó el rostro y me besó las lágrimas—. ¿Cómo puede una diosa compararse a una humana? ¿Acaso el sol pide permiso cuando sale? Tú, mi dulce Shahlaa, eres mi sol; no hay sombra que te oculte a mis ojos. —¡Tu belleza me estremece, pero es tu ingenio el que me atrapa, tu sensualidad la que me desespera y tu mirada la que me condena al infierno de los impíos! Ni rezar puedo sin que me asalten pensamientos impuros. Me tomó el cabello entre las manos y aspiró su perfume. Cayó de rodillas tras de mí y me abrazó.

[P]eople only make decisions based on what they know. You can have everyone in the country vote freely and democratically and still come up with the wrong answer - if the information they base that decision on is wrong. People don't want the truth [when] it is complicated. They don't want to spend years debating an issue. They want it homogenized, sanitized, and above all, simplified into terms they can understand...Governments are often criticized for moving slowly, but that deliberateness, it turns out, is their strength. They take time to think through complex problems before they act. People, however, are different. People react first from the gut and then from the head...give that knee-jerk reflex real power to make its overwhelming will known as a national mandate instantly and you can cause a political riot. Combine these sins - simplification of information and instant, visceral democratic mandates - and you lose the ability to cool down. There is no longer deliberation time between events that may or may not be true and our reaction to them. Policy becomes instinct rather than thought.

–... Estás cincelada en lo más profundo de mi alma. Nunca te olvidaré. Jamás seré feliz sin ti.

God loved me enough to make me aware, at a deep experiential level, of my own pride and sinfulness, and my desperate need for his mercy and continuing work in my life as a believer.

Rimasero in silenzio mentre i loro occhi si cibavano gli uni degli altri, senza parole perché quelle tra loro erano inutili. L’alchimia che c’era stata sin dal loro primo incontro era qualcosa di indescrivibile che nessuno dei due aveva mai provato prima. Lui era lo Yang, il lato virile e potente dell’essenza che creavano insieme, e lei era lo Yin, la femminilità, la delicatezza che colmava le mancanze dell’altro. Solo insieme erano completi, lontani erano come un giocattolo rotto.

Two or three of the ladies had pronounced views on points of doctrine, particularly sin and damnation, which they never learned from me. I blame the radio for sowing a good deal of confusion where theology is concerned. And television is worse. You can spend forty years teaching people to be awake to the fact of mystery and then some fellow with no more theological sense than a jackrabbit gets himself a radio ministry and all your work is forgotten. I do wonder where it will end. p. 208

It was not the sorrow of the world that broke the heart of Christ, but its wickedness. He was equal to its sorrow ... He began by being the world's healer. But what broke him was its sin.

No, I thought, growing more rebellious, life has its own laws and it is for me to defend myself against whatever comes along, without going snivelling to God about sin, my own or other people's. How would it profit a man if he got into a tight place, to call he people who put him there miserable sinners? Or himself a miserable sinner? I disliked the levelling aspect of this sinnerdom, it was like a cricket match played in a drizzle, where everybody had an excuse - and what a dull excuse! - for playing badly. Life was meant to test a man, bring out his courage, initiative, resource; and I longed, I thought, to be tested: I didn't want to fall on my knees and call myself a miserable sinner. But the idea of goodness did attract me, for I did not regard it as the opposite of sin. I saw it as something bright and positive and sustaining, like the sunshine, something to be adored, but from afar.

–Cuando no has visto el sol, el brillo de la luna te parece hipnótico y subyugador, y sin duda lo es, pero cuando sale el sol y te golpea en el rostro, cuando las entrañas parecen hervir en tu interior y el corazón amenaza con derretirse, entonces te das cuenta de que necesitas de él para vivir, anhelas cada rayo, persigues su luz. Y ahora más que nunca necesito su calor…

God hijacks and bends evil to work peace and healing. If God were only a God of justice, He could punish evil but do no more. Only a God of grace can use our evil to work His good. God’s grace is so much bigger than our sin . Sometimes He’ll let us pursue our idolatry until it kills us. Then He will resurrect us and turn our evil into testimonies of God’s grace. Charis: God's Scandalous Grace for Us (p. 86).

Considering our sin, it is amazing that people get along at all!

What causes all this?" "Pride. What else?

I committed the sin of loving your everything Your summer, your autumn, your winter, your spring

si vives con odio, eres tú la que languideces, la otra parte vive feliz sin dedicarte un solo pensamiento.

Beauty is overrated, but it is not a sin. (p. 142)

It is no longer necessary to preach sonorously of the sinful and deleterious effect of liquor on the human mind and body; the essential evil is recognised scientifically, and only the sophistry of conscious immorality remains to be combated. Brewers and distillers still strive clumsily to delude the public by the transparent misstatements of their advertisements, and periodicals of easy conscience still permit these advertisements to disgrace their pages; but the end of such pernicious pretension is not remote. The drinker of yesterday flaunted his voice before all without shame; the average drinker of today must needs resort to excuses.

I lean down to kiss her smiling lips, heft my bag, and shoulder into the hotel room. “Wow. Place looks just how we left it.” “Yup.” Jameson pops her P with a loud smack. “Same bed, same dresser, same tiny bathroom.” “Ah yes, the tiny bathroom of sin, scene of all masturbatory emissions.” My laugh fills the outdated hotel room as I walk to the dresser to set my things down.

If you are never frightened, sir, you would never find out what you was made of and what you was capable of doing. You would never become a better man than what you started out being. P'raps this is what you will discover - what you are made of and what you are capable of. And when you finally do remember who you are, p'raps you will find that you have become a better man than he ever was. P'raps he was a man why never ever grew any more once he reached manhood. P'raps he needed to do something drastic like losing his memory so that he could get his life unstuck.

I would rather commit a sin of commission than a sin of omission, and the evangelical community is exactly the opposite. The evangelical community would rather not do something wrong and the price they're willing to pay for not doing something wrong is they're willing to fail to do something right; they're so afraid of making a mistake. Now the reason they're afraid of making a mistake is they're cowards and our community produces cowards.

The only preaching which is up to date for every time is the preaching of this eternity, which is opened to us in the Bible alone – the eternal of holy love, grace and redemption, the eternal and immutable morality of saving grace for our indelible sin.

Yes; Jimmy Mundy!' she said. 'I am surprised at a man of your stamp having heard of him. There is no music, there are no drunken, dancing men, no shameless, flaunting women at his meetings; so for you they would have no attraction. But for others, less dead in sin, he has his message. He has come to save New York from itself; to force it - in his picturesque phrase - to hit the trail.

David and other psalmists often found themselves deeply depressed for various reasons. They did not, however, apologize for what they were feeling, nor did they confess it as sin. It was a legitimate part of their relationship with God. They interacted with Him through the context of their depression.2

He was like some prophet of old, scourging the sins of the people. He leaped about in a frenzy of inspiration till I feared he would do himself an injury. Sometimes he expressed himself in a somewhat odd manner, but every word carried conviction. He showed me New York in its true colours. He showed me the vanity and wickedness of sitting in gilded haunts of vice, eating lobster when decent people should be in bed. 'He said that the tango and the fox-trot were devices of the devil to drag people down into the Bottomless Pit. He said that there was more sin in ten minutes with a negro banjo orchestra than in all the ancient revels of Nineveh and Babylon. And when he stood on one leg and pointed right at where I was sitting and shouted "This means you!" I could have sunk through the floor.

Munger has also learned to control certain toxic emotions that would corrode his enjoyment of life. “Crazy anger. Crazy resentment. Avoid all that stuff,” he tells me. “I don’t let it run. I don’t let it start.” The same goes for envy, which he considers the dumbest of the seven deadly sins because it’s not even fun. He also disdains the tendency to view oneself as a victim, and he has no patience for whining. When I ask if he has a mental process that helps him to defuse self-defeating emotions, he replies, “I know that anger is stupid. I know that resentment is stupid. I know self-pity is stupid. So I don’t do them.… I’m trying not to be stupid every day, all day.

Occultism teaches that it is the presence of the liver which distinguishes the animal from the plant and that mystically certain small creatures having power of motion but no liver are actually plants in spiritual consciousness. The liver is under the control of the Planet Mars, which is the dynamo of this solar system and which sends a red animating ray to all the evolving creatures within this solar scheme. The philosophers taught that the planet Mars, under the control of its regent Samael, was the transmuted "Sin-Body" of the Solar Logos which originally had been the "Dweller on the Threshold" of the Divine Creature whose energies are now distributed through the fire of the sun. Samael, incidentally, was the fiery father of Cain, through whom a part of human icy has received the flame of aspiration and are thus separate from the sons of Seth, whose father was Jehovah.

What makes us “a whole lot like Jesus” is when we address the causes and not just the effects of systemic sin in our world, like poverty or violence, when we embrace community rather than succumb to the temptation to care only for ourselves, and when we actively choose weakness and humility rather than defending our desire for control, power, and security.

If you have a sin problem you don't run from the church, you run into it. p.73

By necessity practical and by philosophy stern, these folk were not beautiful in their sins.

Sin duda es importante que los que se aman sean capaces de hablar abierta y sinceramente sobre las cuestiones que les afectan.

I will make him sin; I will make him my sinner. I will let him lead me to the devil, and then, I will kill him.

mejor era vislumbrar un instante el cielo y perecer, que vivir sin haber contemplado jamás el día.

Hubo un tiempo en que me conformé con la luna; ahora, no podría vivir sin el sol.

Those moments when you sin against him become opportunities for you to taste once again his great love for you in the form of forgiveness

Part of the sin of Pride is a subtle but deep racism.

You don’t think you mesh with six and a half feet of prime Southern male. One who takes care of his momma, runs his own business, is loyal to a fault and, I’ll point out, is gorgeous as sin. You’re not compatible with him?

Perhaps the strongest indictment against us as the Church is that we have settled for an Americanized version of the Church that mirrors whatever culture says, and there is no collective sense of loss, no sense of remorse. We have sinned deeply. The problem is that we haven’t got a taste of the sinfulness of racism... We don’t see the wickedness of profiling God’s people that He has created to be one and that He has created in His image (p. 75).

And when Jesus declared, 'It is finished,' He meant it. God’s punishment for our sin was paid for, permanently settled, finished— 100 percent. If you have responded in faith to God’s free pardon through Jesus, then God will never punish you for your sin. It’s finished. No more. If you screw up today or tomorrow (which you will), it’s already been paid for through Jesus. 'There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,' Paul said (Rom. 8: 1). None. God will not and cannot condemn you after He has already condemned Jesus for you. It’s impossible. God will never be angry with you since His anger was poured out on Jesus. All of it. One hundred percent. Charis: God's Scandalous Grace for Us (p. 169).

A preacher ought to be good-looking. For, if we are properly to understand his worthy sentiments, we must keep our eyes on him while he speaks; should we look away, we may forget to listen. Accordingly, an ugly preacher may well be the source of sin...

God loves you. He does not wish to draw you nigh to Him to hurt you, oh, no; but to comfort you, to pour in the oil of rejoicing, to heal the wounds that sin has made, to bind up where Satan has bruised. He wants to give you the garments of praise for the spirit of heaviness.—That I May Know Him, p. 246.

o “Repent and  p be baptized every one of you  q in the name of Jesus Christ  r for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive  s the gift of the Holy Spirit. 39For  t the promise is for you and  u for your children and for all  v who are far off, everyone  w whom the Lord our God calls to himself.

Here cosmic sin had entered, and festered by unhallowed rites had commenced the grinning march of death that was to rot us all to fungous abnormalities too hideous for the grave’s holding. Satan here held his Babylonish court, and in the blood of stainless childhood the leprous limbs of phosphorescent Lilith were laved.

Many Christians struggle hard with this idea of repentance because they somehow expect that if they genuinely repent, sin will go away and temptation will stop. When that doesn’t happen, they fall into despair, questioning whether their faith in Jesus is real. It’s true that when God regenerates us, he gives us power to fight against and overcome sin (1 Cor. 10:13). But because we will continue to struggle with sin until we are glorified, we have to remember that genuine repentance is more a matter of the heart’s attitude toward sin that it is a mere change of behavior. Do we hate sin and war against it, or do we cherish it and defend it? (p. 81).

N:"Espera ¿me dijiste ángel?" - pregunté. P"¿Y si lo hice?" N:"No me gusta." El sonrió abiertamente. P:"Entonces lo dije. Ángel." N:Él se inclinó en la mesa, levantando sus manos hasta mi cara y rozó su pulgar en la esquina de mi boca. Yo me alejé, muy tarde. Él frotó brillo de pintalabios entre su pulgar y su dedo índice. P:"Te ves mejor sin eso.

In mystical literature such self-contradictory phrases as "dazzling obscurity," "whispering silence," "teeming desert," are continually met with. They prove that not conceptual speech, but music rather, is the element through which we are best spoken to by mystical truth. Many mystical scriptures are indeed little more than musical compositions. "He who would hear the voice of Nada, 'the Soundless Sound,' and comprehend it, he has to learn the nature of Dharana…. When to himself his form appears unreal, as do on waking all the forms he sees in dreams, when he has ceased to hear the many, he may discern the ONE—the inner sound which kills the outer…. For then the soul will hear, and will remember. And then to the inner ear will speak THE VOICE OF THE SILENCE…. And now thy SELF is lost in SELF, THYSELF unto THYSELF, merged in that SELF from which thou first didst radiate.. . . Behold! thou hast become the Light, thou hast become the Sound, thou art thy Master and thy God. Thou art THYSELF the object of thy search: the VOICE unbroken, that resounds throughout eternities, exempt from change, from sin exempt, the seven sounds in one, the VOICE OF THE SILENCE. Om tat Sat."[277] [277] H. P. Blavatsky: The voice of the Silence. These words, if they do not awaken laughter as you receive them, probably stir chords within you which music and language touch in common. Music gives us ontological messages which non-musical criticism is unable to contradict, though it may laugh at our foolishness in minding them. There is a verge of the mind which these things haunt; and whispers therefrom mingle with the operations of our understanding, even as the waters of the infinite ocean send their waves to break among the pebbles that lie upon our shores.

Let us remember that we are all in the same condition as Abraham. Our circumstances are all in opposition to the promises of God. He promises us immortality: yet we are surrounded by mortality and corruption. He declares that He accounts us just: yet we are covered with sins. He testifies that Her is propitious and benevolent towards us: yet outward signs threaten His wrath. What then are we to do? We must close our eyes, disregard ourselves and all things connected with us, so that nothing may hinder or prevent us from believing that God is true. Calvin's Commentaries: The Epistles of Paul The Apostle to the Romans and to the Thessalonians, eds. David W Torrance and T. F. Torrance (Edinburgh, 1961), p. 99.

Lenta pero inexorablemente, arrastrándose sobre mi conciencia e imponiéndose a cualquier otra impresión, llegó un temor vertiginoso a lo desconocido, un miedo tanto mayor cuando que no podía analizarlo y que parecía concernir a una furtiva amenaza que se aproximaba..., no la muerte, sino algo sin nombre, un ente inusitado indeciblemente más espantoso y aborrecible.

–No sabes nada de mi alma, de mis pensamientos ni de mis defectos. No se puede amar sin conocer todo eso. –Sí se puede. Cuando alguien te mira y sientes un cosquilleo en el estómago, cuando esa persona no está a tu lado y sientes una piedra en el pecho, cuando cierras los ojos y solo puedes ver su rostro y no se puede pensar en nada más, ¿qué crees que es?. –No lo sé, todavía no lo he sentido…

What shall we say then? m Are we to continue in sin that grace may abound? 2By no means! How can n we who died to sin still live in it? 3Do you not know that all of us o who have been baptized p into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? 4We were q buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as r Christ was raised from the dead by s the glory of the Father, we too might walk in t newness of life.

Deslumbrado y alterado por esa luz, pero también por ser únicamente el doctor Pasavento, quise creer que todo lo que me pasaba era, simple y llanamente, producto de una fuerte resaca. Porque si uno lo pensaba bien, ¿era verosímil que durante toda la noche un médico, sin duda monstruoso, probablemente un neuroquímico del cerebro, me hubiera implantado la memoria de doctor Pasavento?" Doctor Pasavento. Enrique Vila-Matas (Satán Vivo). p. 172.

In the old days, a child might pay for the sins of the father, or indeed mother. Nowadays, in the most advanced society on earth, the parents might pay for the sins of the child, along with uncles, aunts, cousins, in-laws, colleagues, friends, and even the man who unthinkingly smiled at you as he came out of the lift at three in the morning. The system of retribution had been greatly improved, and was so much more inclusive than it used to be." (p. 19)

Escribo esto bajo una considerable tensión mental, ya que al caer la noche mi existencia tocará a su fin. Sin un céntimo y agotada la provisión de droga que es lo único que me hace soportable la vida, no podré aguantar mucho más esta tortura y me arrojaré por la ventana de esta buhardilla a la mísera calle de abajo. Que mi adicción a la morfina no les lleve a considerarme un débil o un degenerado. Cuando hayan leído estas páginas apresuradamente garabateadas, podrán comprender, aunque no completamente, por qué debo olvidar o morir.

A theologian of glory, he explained, “prefers works to suffering, glory to the cross, strength to weakness, wisdom to folly, and, in general, good to evil” (in Lull, p. 58); that is, he or she still desires worldly fame and success, just hidden under the cloak of religion. A theologian of the cross, by contrast, recognizes that “God can be found only in suffering and the cross” (p. 58). Luther knew from personal experience that sin’s deceptiveness is such that it comes to take up residence in our best thoughts and deeds, even in our pursuit of God and his glory.

Historically, from around the sixteenth century “white and black connoted purity and filthiness, virginity and sin, virtue and baseness, beauty and ugliness, beneficence and evil, God and the devil” (p.6). Jordan has observed that from about 1680 there was a marked shift from the terms “free” and “christian”, which colonists had applied to themselves, toward the use of the new self-identifying term of “white”. Skin color was of such importance that by the beginning of the eighteenth century it had been employed as a rationale for enslavement. For instance, in 1709, a Samuel Seawall purportedly recorded in his diary that a Spaniard who had petitioned the Massachusetts Council for manumission had been opposed by a captain on the basis that any one of his dusty color was destined to be a slave. Jordan, who related the story, commented that the prevalent attitude underlined the existence of a “we” and a “they” group in slave society based on the visible characteristic of skin color, a stereotyping that was to become permanent. Yet the ideology of racism did not supplant the ideology of religion and the ideology of slavery. What happened was that each contributed tenets

Any Justification that does not lead to Biblical sanctification and mortification of sinful desires is a false justification no matter how many Solas you attach to it”. “See that your chief study be about the heart, that there God’s image may be planted, and his interest advanced, and the interest of the world and flesh subdued, and the love of every sin cast out, and the love of holiness succeed; and that you content not yourselves with seeming to do good in outward acts, when you are bad yourselves, and strangers to the great internal duties. The first and great work of a Christian is about his heart.” ~ Richard Baxter Never forget that truth is more important to the church than peace ~ JC Ryle "Truth demands confrontation. It must be loving confrontation, but there must be confrontation nonetheless.” ~ Francis Schaeffer I am not permitted to let my love be so merciful as to tolerate and endure false doctrine. When faith and doctrine are concerned and endangered, neither love nor patience are in order...when these are concerned, (neither toleration nor mercy are in order, but only anger, dispute, and destruction - to be sure, only with the Word of God as our weapon. ~ Martin Luther “Truth must be spoken, however it be taken.” ~ John Trapp “Hard words, if they be true, are better than soft words if they be false.” – C.H. Spurgeon “Oh my brethren, Bold hearted men are always called mean-spirited by cowards” – CH Spurgeon “The Bible says Iron sharpens Iron, But if your words don't have any iron in them, you ain't sharpening anyone”. “Peace often comes as a result of conflict!” ~ Don P Mt 18:15-17 Rom 12:18 “Peace if possible, truth at all costs.” ~ Martin Luther “The Scriptures argue and debate and dispute; they are full of polemics… We should always regret the necessity; but though we regret it and bemoan it, when we feel that a vital matter is at stake we must engage in argument. We must earnestly contend for the truth, and we are all called upon to do that by the New Testament.” Martyn Lloyd-Jones (Romans – Atonement and Justification) “It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher “Truth bites and it stings and it has a blade on it.” ~ Paul Washer Soft words produce hard hearts. Show me a church where soft words are preached and I will show you a church of hard hearts. Jeremiah said that the word of God is a hammer that shatters. Hard Preaching produces soft hearts. ~ J. MacArthur Glory follows afflictions, not as the day follows the night but as the spring follows the winter; for the winter prepares the earth for the spring, so do afflictions sanctified, prepare the soul for glory. ~ Richard Sibbes “Cowards never won heaven. Do not claim that you are begotten of God and have His royal blood running in your veins unless you can prove your lineage by this heroic spirit: to dare to be holy in spite of men and devils.” ~ William Gurnall

Espero que mi propio sexo me disculpe si trato a las mujeres como criaturas racionales en vez de halagar sus encantos fascinantes y considerarlas como si estuvieran en un estado de eterna infancia, incapaces de valerse por sí mismas. Deseo de veras mostrar en qué consiste la verdadera dignidad y la felicidad humana. Deseo persuadir a las mujeres para que intenten adquirir fortaleza, tanto de mente como de cuerpo, y convencerlas de que las frases suaves, la sensibilidad de corazón, la delicadeza de sentimientos y el gusto refinado son casi sinónimos de epítetos de la debilidad, y que aquellos seres que son sólo objetos de piedad, y de esa clase de amor que ha sido denominada como su hermana, pronto se convertirán en objetos de desprecio. Desechando, pues, esas bellas frases femeninas que los hombres utilizan con condescendencia para dulcificar nuestra dependencia servil, y despreciando esa débil elegancia de mente, esa sensibilidad exquisita y dulce docilidad de conducta que se supone constituyen las características sexuales del recipiente más frágil, deseo mostrar que la elegancia es inferior a la virtud, que el primer objetivo de una loable ambición es adquirir un carácter como ser humano, sin tener en cuenta la distinción de sexo (p. 50-51).

God Is Love 7Beloved,  j let us love one another, for love is from God, and  k whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. 8 l Anyone who does not love does not know God, because  m God is love. 9In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that  n God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. 10In this is love,  o not that we have loved God  n but that he loved us and sent his Son to be  p the propitiation for our sins. 11Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12 q No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and  r his love is perfected in us.

Confined to bed, I could not attend Stephanie's funeral. Her mother brought me her stacks of comic books and her cigar box of charms. Now I had everything, all her treasures, but I was far too ill to even look at them. It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a stolen skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection. I also would never receive Stephanie's forgiveness. But as I lay there night after night, it occurred to me that it might be possible to speak with her by praying to her, or at least ask God to intercede on my behalf.' p.8

-¡La maldición de san Witoldo caiga sobre estos puercos del infierno! -dijo el porquero después de soplar su cuerno ruidosamente para reunir a la diseminada piara. (...). Wamba, levántate y ayúdame como un hombre; ve por detrás de la colina para ganarle terreno al viento y cuando los tengas a barlovento, los podrás traer acá tan fácilmente como si fueran corderos. -Verdaderamente -dijo Wamba sin moverse de donde estaba-, he consultado con mis dos piernas sobre este singular asunto y son de la opinión de que el pasear mis alegres ropajes por entre toda esta maleza supondría un acto de descortesía para mi soberana persona y mi real guardarropía (p. 40-41)

Perhaps it is a deep-seated reluctance to face up to the gravity of sin which has led to its omission from the vocabulary of many of our contemporaries. One acute observer of the human condition, who has noticed the disappearance of the word, is the American psychiatrist Karl Menninger. He has written about it in his book, Whatever Became of Sin? Describing the malaise of western society, its general mood of gloom and doom, he adds that ‘one misses any mention of “sin”’. ‘It was a word once in everyone’s mind, but is now rarely if ever heard. Does that mean’, he asks, ‘that no sin is involved in all our troubles...? Has no-one committed any sins? Where, indeed, did sin go? What became of it?’ (p.13). Enquiring into the causes of sin’s disappearance, Dr Menninger notes first that ‘many former sins have become crimes’, so that responsibility for dealing with them has passed from church to state, from priest to policeman (p.50), while others have dissipated into sicknesses, or at least into symptoms of sickness, so that in their case punishment has been replaced by treatment (pp.74ff.). A third convenient device called ‘collective irresponsibility’ has enabled us to transfer the blame for some of our deviant behaviour from ourselves as individuals to society as a whole or to one of its many groupings (pp.94ff.).

is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that  m God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. 6 n If we say we have fellowship with him while we walk in darkness, we lie and  o do not practice the truth. 7But  p if we walk in the light,  q as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and  r the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. 8 s If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and  t the truth is not in us. 9 u If we confess our sins, he is  v faithful and just to forgive us our sins and  r to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10If we say we have not sinned,  w we make him a liar, and  x his word is not in us.

Grace to you and peace from  i him  j who is and  k who was and who is to come, and from  l the seven spirits who are before his throne, 5and from Jesus Christ  m the faithful witness,  n the firstborn of the dead, and  o the ruler of kings on earth. To  p him who loves us and  q has freed us from our sins by his blood 6and made us  r a kingdom,  r priests to  s his God and Father, to him be  t glory and  u dominion forever and ever. Amen. 7Behold,  v he is coming with the clouds, and  w every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail [3] on account of him. Even so. Amen. 8 x “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God,  y “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.

P.D. MAYORITARIA QUE SE DISFRAZA DE MINORÍA INTOLERADA. A todo esto de que si Marcos es homosexual: Marcos es gay en San Francisco, negro en Sudáfrica, asiático en Europa, chicano en San Isidro, anarquista en España, palestino en Israel, indígena en las calles de San Cristóbal, chavo banda en Neza, rockero en cu, judío en Alemania, ombusdman en la Sedena, feminista en los partidos políticos, comunista en la post guerra fría, preso en Cintalapa, pacifista en Bosnia, mapuche en los Andes, maestro en la CNTE, artista sin galería ni portafolios, ama de casa un sábado por la noche en cualquier colonia de cualquier ciudad de cualquier México, guerrillero en el México de fin del siglo XX, huelguista en la CTM, reportero de nota de relleno en interiores, machista en el movimiento feminista, mujer sola en el metro a las 10 p.m., jubilado en plantón en el Zócalo, campesino sin tierra, editor marginal, obrero desempleado, médico sin plaza, estudiante inconforme, disidente en el neoliberalismo, escritor sin libros ni lectores, y, es seguro, zapatista en el sureste mexicano. En fin, Marcos es un ser humano, cualquiera, en este mundo. Marcos es todas las minorías intoleradas, oprimidas, resistiendo, explotando, diciendo "¡Ya basta!". Todas las minorías a la hora de hablar y mayorías a la hora de callar y aguantar. Todos los intolerados buscando una palabra, su palabra, lo que devuelva la mayoría a los eternos fragmentados, nosotros. Todo lo que incomoda al poder y a las buenas conciencias, eso es Marcos.

Cuando el que viaja por el norte de la región central de Massachusetts se equivoca de dirección al llegar al cruce de la carretera de Aylesbury nada más pasar Dean’s Corners, verá que se adentra en una extraña y apenas poblada comarca. El terreno se hace más escarpado y las paredes de piedra cubiertas de maleza van encajonando cada vez más el sinuoso camino de tierra. Los árboles de los bosques son allí de unas dimensiones excesivamente grandes, y la maleza, las zarzas y la hierba alcanzan una frondosidad rara vez vista en las regiones habitadas. Por el contrario, los campos cultivados son muy escasos y áridos, mientras que las pocas casas diseminadas a lo largo del camino presentan un sorprendente aspecto uniforme de decrepitud, suciedad y ruina. Sin saber exactamente por qué, uno no se atreve a preguntar nada a las arrugadas y solitarias figuras que, de cuando en cuando, se ve escrutar desde puertas medio derruidas o desde pendientes y rocosos prados. Esas gentes son tan silenciosas y hurañas que uno tiene la impresión de verse frente a un recóndito enigma del que más vale no intentar averiguar nada. Y ese sentimiento de extraño desasosiego se recrudece cuando, desde un alto del camino, se divisan las montañas que se alzan por encima de los tupidos bosques que cubren la comarca. Las cumbres tienen una forma demasiado ovalada y simétrica como para pensar en una naturaleza apacible y normal, y a veces pueden verse recortados con singular nitidez contra el cielo unos extraños círculos formados por altas columnas de piedra que coronan la mayoría de las cimas montañosas.

In Eudora Welty’s masterful story “Why I Live at the P.O.” (1941), the narrator is engaged in a sibling rivalry with her younger sister, who has come home after leaving under suspicious if not actually disgraceful circumstances. The narrator, Sister, is outraged at having to cook two chickens to feed five people and a small child just because her “spoiled” sister has come home. What Sister can’t see, but we can, is that those two fowl are really a fatted calf. It may not be a grand feast by traditional standards, but it is a feast, as called for upon the return of the Prodigal Son, even if the son turns out to be a daughter. Like the brothers in the parable, Sister is irritated and envious that the child who left, and ostensibly used up her “share” of familial goodwill, is instantly welcomed, her sins so quickly forgiven. Then

I long to heal adults who have gotten so used to their own negativity that they have no idea now what healthy joy looks like. I want to grab young people before this demoralizing virus contaminates them and to inoculate them with biblical principles and practices that will enable them to stand up and stand out in their despairing generation. I yearn to attract unbelievers to a faith that has been too often misrepresented by its friends, never mind its enemies. I aim to encourage Christians to be countercultural missionaries in our negative culture by demonstrating the positive power of the gospel in their lives. I aspire to see churches transformed into beacons of bright hope in a world of dark despair. I’m eager to show that where sin and suffering abound, grace can abound much more.3 I dream about Christians being the happiest people in the world.

VLADAR IZ ZAPADNE LIBIJE Uglavnom se svideo u Aleksandriji, za tih deset dana svoga boravka, Menelajev sin Arispomen, vladar iz zapadne Libije. Kao ime, i odeća mu, uljudno, helenska. Rado je prihvatio počasti, ali ih nije tražio: bio je skroman. Kupovao je helenske knjige, mahom iz istorije i filosofije. Iznad svega, bio je škrt na rečima. Mora da je dubokih misli, govorilo se, a prirodno je što takvi ne pričaju suviše. Nije bio dubokih misli, niti čega drugog. Sasvim običan, smešan čovek. Uzeo je helensko ime, odevao se poput Helena, a naučio je, manje-više, i da se ponaša kao Heleni. U duši je strepeo da slučajno ne pokvari povoljan utisak ako govori helenski sa strašnim varvarizmima, a Aleksandrinci bi ga otkrili, već po svom običaju, nesrećnici. Stoga se ograničio na malo reči, pazeći sa strahom na padeže i na izgovor; i nisu ga malo mučili ti razgovori koji su se gomilali u njemu.

LaVey’s bible (1969), members worship the trinity of the devil—Lucifer, Satan, and the Devil—including nine pronouncements of the devil that Satan represents: 1. indulgence, instead of abstinence, 2. vital existence, instead of spiritual pipe dreams, 3. undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit, 4. kindness to those who deserve it, instead of love wasted on ingrates, 5. vengeance, instead of turning the other cheek, 6. responsibility, instead of concern for the psychic vampires, 7. man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse, than those who walk on all fours, who because of his divine and intellectual development has become the most vicious of all, 8. all of the so-called sins, as they lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification, 9. the best friend the church has ever had, as he has kept it in business all these years (LaVey, 1969, p. 25). Holmes (1990), who interviewed two

Mom reeled away from the chair as if she’d been slapped. Deacon was up in a flash, letting the sword clank to the tiles as he clung to her skirt. Aristodeus raised his palms, and for a moment he looked genuinely sorry. “They will accept him, Gralia, but not until he’s turned thirteen, and not unless he’s proficient with a blade and fluent in Aeternam.” Mom’s breaths came in great heaves. She shut her eyes for a few seconds, her lips working silently over a prayer. She planted a kiss on Deacon’s head and sighed. “Six years, then.” Aristodeus nodded. “Six more years. He’ll be well on his way to manhood by then, Gralia, and I’m sure the last thing you and Jarl will want is a teenager on your hands.” Mom blinked back tears, and she shuddered as she drew in another breath. Deacon knew what she was doing: offering it all up to Nous in reparation for her sins and those of the whole world. Aristodeus stooped to pick up the sword and hand it back to Deacon.

Steven’s words slush together as he gets to his feet. “Crossing this one off the bucket list.” Then he unbuckles his belt and grabs the waist of his pants—yanking the suckers down to his ankles—tighty whities and all. Every guy in the car holds up his hands to try to block the spectacle. We groan and complain. “My eyes! They burn!” “Put the boa constrictor back in his cage, man.” “This is not the ass I planned on seeing tonight.” Our protests fall on deaf ears. Steven is a man on a mission. Wordlessly, he squats and shoves his lilywhite ass out the window—mooning the gaggle of grannies in the car next to us. I bet you thought this kind of stuff only happened in movies. He grins while his ass blows in the wind for a good ninety seconds, ensuring optimal viewage. Then he pulls his slacks up, turns around, and leans out the window, laughing. “Enjoying the full moon, ladies?” Wow. Steven usually isn’t the type to visually assault the elderly. Without warning, his crazy cackling is cut off. He’s silent for a beat, then I hear him choke out a single strangled word. “Grandma?” Then he’s diving back into the limo, his face grayish, dazed, and totally sober. He stares at the floor. “No way that just happened.” Matthew and I look at each other hopefully, then we scramble to the window. Sure enough, in the driver’s seat of that big old Town Car is none other than Loretta P. Reinhart. Mom to George; Grandma to Steven. What are the fucking odds, huh? Loretta was always a cranky old bitch. No sense of humor. Even when I was a kid she hated me. Thought I was a bad influence on her precious grandchild. Don’t know where she got that idea from. She moved out to Arizona years ago. Like a lot of women her age, she still enjoys a good tug on the slot machine—hence her frequent trips to Sin City. Apparently this is one such trip. Matthew and I wave and smile and in fourth-grader-like, singsong harmony call out, “Hi, Mrs. Reinhart.” She shakes one wrinkled fist in our direction. Then her poofy-haired companion in the backseat flips us the bird. I’m pretty sure it’s the funniest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. The two of us collapse back into our seats, laughing hysterically.

Tampoco hay que creer que el hombre es el más antiguo o el último de los amos de la tierra, o que esa combinación de vida y sustancia discurre sola por el universo. Los Grandes Antiguos eran, los Grandes Antiguos son, y los Grandes Antiguos serán. No conocemos nada del espacio sino por intermedio de ellos. Caminan serenos y primordiales, sin dimensiones e invisibles para nosotros. Yog-Sothoth es la puerta. Yog-Sothoth es la llave y el guardián de la puerta. Pasado, presente y futuro, todo es uno en Yog-Sothoth. Él sabe por dónde entraron los Grandes Antiguos en el pasado,y por dónde volverán a irrumpir otra vez. Sabe dónde Ellos han hollado los campos de la Tierra, dónde los siguen hollando, y por qué nadie puede contemplarlos mientras lo hacen. A veces el hombre puede saber que están cerca por Su olor, pero ningún hombre puede conocer Su semblante, salvo en los rasgos de los hombres engendrados por Ellos,y los hay de muchos tipos, distinguiéndose en apariencia de la auténtica forma humana hasta la forma sin imagen ni sustancia que es la de Ellos. Caminan invisibles y hediondos en lugares solitarios donde las Palabras han sido pronunciadas y los Ritos han sido aullados en las Estaciones apropiadas. El viento gime con Sus voces, y la tierra murmura con Su voluntad. Abaten los bosques y destruyen ciudades, aunque ningún bosque o ciudad advierte la mano que los aniquila. Kadath, en el páramo helado los ha conocido; pero, ¿qué hombre conoce a Kadath? El desierto helado del Sur y las islas sumergidas del océano conservan piedras donde puede verse Su sello, pero ¿quién ha visto la helada ciudad hundida o la torre sellada engalanada con algas y percebes? El Gran Cthulhu es Su primo, aunque apenas puede entreverlos débilmente.¡Iä! ¡Shub-Niggurath! Por su olor inmundo Los conoceréis. Su mano está en vuestras gargantas, aunque no Los veáis, y Su morada se encuentra en el umbral que custodiáis. Yog-Sothoth es la llave que abre la puerta, el lugar donde se reúnen las esferas. ahora el hombre reina donde Ellos reinaron antes; pronto Ellos reinarán donde el hombre reina ahora. Después del verano viene el invierno; después del invierno, el verano. Ellos esperan pacientes y poderosos, porque volverán a reinar aquí.

nflujo de Proclo No e s , en suma, sorprendente, que Proclo haya ejercido sobre el pensamiento cristiano una larga influencia. En todo caso, es e l único de los últimos paganos que ha poseído esta irradiación.Damascio, por ejemplo, parece carecer de e l l a , aunque estuvo entregado como él al antiguo culto. El misticismo poético de Proclo ha sido fác i lmente asimilado por los defensores de la Iglesia, al igual que sus distin­ ciones escolásticas han podido incorporarse a su filosofía. Proclo abre l a Edad Media. Sin embargo, se puede j uzgar que valía más que sus sucesore s , enzarzados en abstracciones estériles y en verbalis­ mos, al igual que sus antecesores valían más que é l . Hay que esperar a la época moderna para ve r cómo el pensamiento filosófico se reincorpora y vuelve a hallar la fuerza que había poseído en la Grecia an­ tigua. En esta época Proclo irá cayendo poco a poco en el olvido. Pero l e queda la gloria de haber asegu­ rado una transición entre la luz antigua y la penum­ bra medieval, ayudando a esta última a conservar un resto de calor.P.BASTID, Proclus et le crépuscule de la pensée grecque, París, 1 9 6 9 , 4 5 8

Hay personas que coleccionan sellos; otras impresos antiguos. El señor Povondra [...] buscó durante largos años un complemento a su vida; [...] pero una tarde, cuando menos lo esperaba, se presentó en su vida lo que le faltaba para hacerla completa. Las grandes cosas, por lo general, ocurren de repente (p.111). - Préstame las tijeras [...]. Voy a recortar todo lo que publican los periódicos sobre esas salamandras, para dejar cuando muera algún recuerdo mío. Y así fue como el señor Povondra empezó a recoger los recortes que hablaban sobre las salamandras. [...] No ocultaremos que, después de cierto nerviosismo sufrido en los primeros días, aprendió en su café preferido a recortar de los periódicos que allí tenían a disposición de la clientela todos los artículos que trataban sobre las salamandras, y eso, en las mismas narices del camarero, sin que éste se diese cuenta y con la habilidad de un prestidigitador. Como se sabe, todos los coleccionistas estarían dispuestos a robar o asesinar con tal de conseguir algo nuevo para su colección. Pero esto no rebaja, de ninguna manera, su carácter moral. Ahora tenía ya un sentido su vida, porque era la vida de un coleccionista (p.113).

First, READ this book a chapter a day. We suggest at least five days a week for the next seven weeks, but whatever works for your schedule. Each chapter should only take you around ten minutes to read. Second, READ the Bible each day. Let the Word of God mold you into a person of prayer. We encourage you to read through the Gospel of Luke during these seven weeks and be studying it through the lens of what you can learn from Jesus about prayer. You are also encouraged to look up and study verses in each chapter that you are unfamiliar with that spark your interest. Third, PRAY every day. Prayer should be both scheduled and spontaneous. Choose a place and time when you can pray alone each day, preferably in the morning (Ps. 5:3). Write down specific needs and personal requests you’ll be targeting in prayer over the next few weeks, along with the following prayer: Heavenly Father, I come to You in Jesus’ name, asking that You draw me into a closer, more personal relationship with You. Cleanse me of my sins and prepare my heart to pray in a way that pleases You. Help me know You and love You more this week. Use all the circumstances of my life to make me more like Jesus, and teach me how to pray more strategically and effectively in Your name, according to Your will and Your Word. Use my faith, my obedience, and my prayers this week for the benefit of others, for my good, and for Your glory. Amen. May we each experience the amazing power of God in our generation as a testimony of His goodness for His glory! My Scheduled Prayer Time ___:___ a.m./p.m. My Scheduled Prayer Place ________________________ My Prayer Targets Develop a specific, personalized, ongoing prayer list using one or more of the following questions: What are your top three biggest needs right now? What are the top three things you are most stressed about? What are three issues in your life that would take a miracle of God to resolve? What is something good and honorable that, if God provided it, would greatly benefit you, your family, and others? What is something you believe God may be leading you to do, but you need His clarity and direction on it? What is a need from someone you love that you’d like to start praying about? 1. ______________________________________________ 2. ______________________________________________ 3. ______________________________________________ 4. ______________________________________________ 5. ______________________________________________ 6. ______________________________________________

I want to end here with the most common and least understood sexual problem. So ordinary is this problem, so likely are you to suffer from it, that it usually goes unnoticed. It doesn't even have a name. The writer Robertson Davies dubs it acedia. “Acedia” used to be reckoned a sin, one of the seven deadly sins, in fact. Medieval theologians translated it as “sloth,” but it is not physical torpor that makes acedia so deadly. It is the torpor of the soul, the indifference that creeps up on us as we age and grow accustomed to those we love, that poisons so much of adult life. As we fight our way out of the problems of adolescence and early adulthood, we often notice that the defeats and setbacks that troubled us in our youth are no longer as agonizing. This comes as welcome relief, but it has a cost. Whatever buffers us from the turmoil and pain of loss also buffers us from feeling joy. It is easy to mistake the indifference that creeps over us with age and experience for the growth of wisdom. Indifference is not wisdom. It is acedia. The symptom of this condition that concerns me is the waning of sexual attraction that so commonly comes between lovers once they settle down with each other. The sad fact is that the passionate attraction that so consumed them when they first courted dies down as they get to know each other well. In time, it becomes an ember; often, an ash. Within a few years, the sexual passion goes out of most marriages, and many partners start to look elsewhere to rekindle this joyous side of life. This is easy to do with a new lover, but acedia will not be denied, and the whole cycle happens again. This is the stuff of much of modern divorce, and this is the sexual disorder you are most likely to experience call it a disorder because it meets the defining criterion of a disorder: like transsexuality or S-M or impotence, it grossly impairs sexual, affectionate relations between two people who used to have them. Researchers and therapists have not seen fit to mount an attack on acedia. You will find it in no one’s nosology, on no foundation's priority list of problems to solve, in no government mental health budget. It is consigned to the innards of women's magazines and to trashy “how to keep your man” paperbacks. Acedia is looked upon with acceptance and indifference by those who might actually discover how it works and how to cure it. It is acedia I wish to single out as the most painful, the most costly, the most mysterious, and the least understood of the sexual disorders. And therefore the most urgent.

Nehemiah’s Prayer 4As soon as I heard these words I  i sat down and wept and mourned for days, and I continued fasting and praying before the  j God of heaven. 5And I said, “O LORD God of heaven,  k the great and awesome God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, 6 l let your ear be attentive and your eyes open, to hear the prayer of your servant that I now pray before you day and night for the people of Israel your servants,  m confessing the sins of the people of Israel, which we have sinned against you. Even  n I and my father’s house have sinned. 7 o We have acted very corruptly against you and have not kept the commandments, the statutes, and the rules  p that you commanded your servant Moses. 8Remember the word that you commanded your servant Moses, saying, ‘If you are unfaithful,  q I will scatter you among the peoples, 9 r but if you return to me and keep my commandments and do them,  s though your outcasts are in the uttermost parts of heaven, from there I will gather them and bring them  t to the place that I have chosen, to make my name dwell there.’ 10 u They are your servants and your people, whom you have redeemed by your great power and by your strong hand. 11O Lord,  l let your ear be attentive to the prayer of your servant, and to the prayer of your servants who delight to fear your name, and give success to your servant today, and grant him mercy in the sight of this man.

La parenté de l'égyptien ancien et du berbère n'est plus à démontrer. Bien que les affinités lexicales entre ces langues sœurs aient été profondément affectée par le temps, des dizaines de vocables peuvent encore y être mis en parallèle sur le double plan phonétique et sémantique. Citons-en quelques-un : sin et sny (deux) ; ashem et shem (s'en aller) ; awey et iyw (venir, apporter) ; mmis-n et ms-n (fils de) ; ighs et qs (l'os) ; sew et syw (boire); ishirr et shri, ou aherrud et hrd (enfant) ; fud et pd (genou). Mais ce sont les pronoms et les particules - les mots outils en quelque sorte - qui témoignent bien de la communauté de souche entre l'égyptien et le berbère ; nekk et ink (moi, je) ; i et i (moi, à moi) ; k et k (toi, à toi) ; s et s (lui, à lui, elle, à elle) ; n et n (nous); sn et sn (eux, à eux) [...] Des comparatistes ont observé que le dialecte berbère le plus proche de l'égyptien ancien est le touareg. De fait, il est plus conservateur en raison du confinement séculaire des Targuis dans leur isolat montagneux au cœur du Sahara. Curieusement, les Touaregs aussi bien que les oasiens de Siwa se disent originaires du Maghreb. Il s'agit là, à notre sens, des réminiscences d'un passé très lointain dont l'image s'est inversée. (p45) [21] - Gustave Lefebvre , Grammaire de l'égyptien classique, pp 55, 116, 238, 240, 361, 384, 391 (Elements Lexicaux Berbères in Mohammed Chafik, من أجل مغارب مغاربية بالأولوية - Pour un maghreb d'abord maghrébin)

Stewards of God’s Grace 1 PETER 4 Since therefore  z Christ suffered in the flesh, [1]  a arm yourselves with the same way of thinking, for  b whoever has suffered in the flesh  c has ceased from sin, 2 d so as to live for  e the rest of the time in the flesh  f no longer for human passions but  g for the will of God. 3For the time that is past  h suffices  i for doing what the Gentiles want to do, living in sensuality, passions, drunkenness, orgies, drinking parties, and lawless idolatry. 4With respect to this they are surprised when you do not join them in the same flood of  j debauchery, and  k they malign you; 5but they will give account to him who is ready  l to judge the living and the dead. 6For this is why  m the gospel was preached even to those who are dead, that though judged in the flesh the way people are, they might live in the spirit the way God does. 7 n The end of all things is at hand; therefore  o be self-controlled and sober-minded  p for the sake of your prayers. 8Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since  q love covers a multitude of sins. 9 r Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. 10 s As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another,  t as good stewards of God’s varied grace: 11whoever speaks, as one who speaks  u oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves  v by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything  w God may be glorified through Jesus Christ.  x To him belong glory and  y dominion forever and ever. Amen.

What you did to us—and to me specifically—was wrong, and you had no right to do that.’” The priest stared unblinkingly into Blanchette’s eyes, waiting but unprepared for what came next. “‘Having said that, it brings me to the real reason I’ve come here. The real reason I’ve come here is to ask you to forgive me for the hatred and resentment that I have felt toward you for the last twenty-five years.’ When I said that, he stood up, and in what I would describe as a demonic voice, he said, ‘Why are you asking me to forgive you?’ And through tears I said, ‘Because the Bible tells me to love my enemies and to pray for those who persecute me.’” Blanchette said Birmingham collapsed as if he’d been punched in the chest. The priest dissolved into tears, and soon Blanchette too was crying. Blanchette began to take his leave but asked Birmingham if he could visit again. The priest explained that he was under tight restrictions at the rectory. He said he had been to a residential treatment center in Connecticut, and he returned there once a month. He was not allowed to leave the grounds except in the company of an adult. Blanchette would not see the priest again until Tuesday, April 18, 1989, just hours before his death. Blanchette found his molester at Symmes Hospital in Arlington and discovered the priest—once robust and 215 pounds—was now an eighty-pound skeleton with skin. Morphine dripped into an IV in his arm. Oxygen was fed by a tube into his nostrils. His hair had been claimed by chemotherapy. The priest sat in a padded chair by his bed. His breathing was labored. “I knelt down next to him and held his hand and began to pray. And as I did, he opened his eyes. I said, ‘Father Birmingham, it’s Tommy Blanchette from Sudbury.’” He greeted Blanchette with a raspy and barely audible, “Hi. How are ya?” “I said, ‘Is it all right if I pray for you?’ And he said, ‘Yes.’ And I began to pray, ‘Dear Father, in the name of Jesus Christ, I ask you to heal Father Birmingham’s body, mind, and soul.’ I put my hand over his heart and said, ‘Father, forgive him all his sins.’” Blanchette helped Birmingham into bed. It was about 10 P.M. He died the next morning.

Hay en griego una palabra que ahora podrá parecer chocante, y que se lo parecía sin duda a los griegos, aunque no formulasen mayores interrogantes al respecto: la “philautía”, el “amor a sí mismo”. Pues bien, de eso se trata, de hallar en el amor a sí mismo el verdadero fundamento y condición de cualquier tipo de vinculación con otros y de vinculatividad para uno mismo (Gadamer, 2002, p. 82) » [...] ¿Es, pues, eso la verdadera amistad? No, tampoco es eso aún. La tesis más audaz es la que reza: la primera amistad que se necesita es la uno consigo mismo. Si no la hay, ni se está para el otro ni se llega a estar realmente vinculado con él. ¡Pero que lejos queda eso de lo que llamamos “vinculante”! (Gadamer, 2002, p. 83). »[...] Evidentemente es amistad lo que añade Aristóteles: reconocerse en el otro y que el otro se reconozca en uno. Pero no sólo en el sentido de “así es ese”, sino también en el de concedernos recíprocamente el ser diferentes, más aún, por decirlo en palabras de Droysen: “Así tienes que ser, pues es así como te quiero” (Gadamer, 2002, p. 84). »[...] De modo que, tal vez, el sentido más genuino y profundo de ese conocerse a sí mismo no sea otro que la certidumbre de que uno nunca percibe del todo hasta que qué punto está involucrado en su amor a sí mismo, incluso allí donde se piensa que es auténticamente amigo de otro. Pero si un auténtico acuerdo consigo mismo es condición previa para la amistad con otro, ¿qué es realmente esa amistad? (Gadamer, 2002, p. 84). »[...] En la solidaridad que uno declara, ya sea libremente o a la fuerza, hay siempre, en cualquier caso, una renuncia a los intereses y preferencias más propios. La solidaridad nos hace renunciar a ciertas cosas en una cierta dirección, en un cierto momento, al servició de algún objetivo. (Gadamer, 2002, p. 86). »[...] Desde luego la convivencia entre las personas sería imposible si no hubiese entre ellas algo así como una camaradería. (Gadamer, 2002, 87). Esto nos sitúa ante la tarea tanto de estar de acuerdo con nosotros mismos como de mantenernos de acuerdo con otros. No existe ninguna fuerza de la naturaleza que pueda lograr eso en nuestro lugar» (Gadamer, 2002, p. 88).

Loth as one is to agree with CP Snow about almost anything, there are two cultures; and this is rather a problem. (Looking at who pass for public men in these days, one suspects there are now three cultures, in fact, as the professional politician appears to possess neither humane learning nor scientific training. They couldn’t possibly commit the manifold and manifest sins against logic that are their stock in trade, were they possessed of either quality.) … Bereft of a liberal education – ‘liberal’ in the true sense: befitting free men and training men to freedom – our Ever So Eminent Scientists nowadays are most of ’em simply technicians. Very skilled ones, commonly, yet technicians nonetheless. And technicians do get things wrong sometimes: a point that need hardly be laboured in the centenary year of the loss of RMS Titanic. Worse far is what the century of totalitarianism just past makes evident: technicians are fatefully and fatally easily led to totalitarian mindsets and totalitarian collaboration. … Aristotle was only the first of many to observe that men do not become dictators to keep warm: that there is a level at which power, influence, is interchangeable with money. Have enough of the one and you don’t want the other; indeed, you will find that you have the other. And of course, in a world of Eminent Scientists who are mere Technicians at heart, pig-ignorant of liberal (in the Classical sense) ideas, ideals, and even instincts, there is exerted upon them a forceful temptation towards totalitarianism – for the good of the rest of us, poor benighted, unwashed laymen as we are. The fact is that, just as original sin, as GKC noted, is the one Christian doctrine that can be confirmed as true by looking at any newspaper, the shading of one’s conclusions to fit one’s pay-packet, grants, politics, and peer pressure is precisely what anyone familiar with public choice economics should expect. And, as [James] Delingpole exhaustively demonstrates, is precisely what has occurred in the ‘Green’ movement and its scientific – or scientistic – auxiliary. They are watermelons: Green without and Red within. (A similar point was made of the SA by Willi Münzenberg, who referred to that shower as beefsteaks, Red within and Brown without.)

El conflicto no tiene solución sino cuando Pío XI -este gran papa tan inflexible como conciliador según era menester- se avino a convenir con Mussolini, en 1929, los Acuerdos de Letrán, por los cuales, a cambio de la soberanía pontificia sobre un territorio minúsculo (44 hectáreas tiene en números redondos el Estado de la Ciudad del Vaticano) reconoce la Santa Sede la existencia del Reino de Italia con el territorio que le compete y con Roma como capital. (p. 15) Lo que no depende de la poca o mucha virtud del conquistador, sino de la naturaleza de lo conquistado. (p. 7) … Porque el vulgo se deja llevar siempre del éxito y de las apariencias, y en el mundo no hay sino vulgo (nel mondo non è se non vulgo). (p. 37) .. el dicho de Renan: Después de Atenas, ninguna ciudad ha contribuido tanto como Florencia en la promoción del espíritu humano. (p. 9) Con lo cual queda despachada la cuestión del fin y los medios, los cuales, si son malos, no pueden jamás ponerse por obra, así sea en la consecución del más santo de los fines. (p. 47) Nicolás Maquiavelo fue un escritor extraordinariamente fecundo, y en todos los muchos y variados géneros que cultivó -con la sola excepción de sus poesías, decididamente mediocres-, de suprema excelencia. (p. 11) Sin embargo, el que menos ha confiado en el azar es siempre el que más tiempo se ha conservado en su conquista. También facilita enormemente las cosas el que un príncipe, al no poseer otros Estados, se vea obligado a establecerse en el que ha adquirido. Pero quiero referirme a aquellos que no se convirtieron en príncipes por el azar, sino por sus virtudes. Y digo entonces que, entre ellos, los más ilustres han sido Moisés, Ciro, Rómulo, Teseo y otros no menos grandes. Y aunque Moisés sólo fue un simple agente de la voluntad de Dios, merece, sin embargo, nuestra admiración, siquiera sea por la gracia que lo hacía digno de hablar con Dios. Pero también son admirables Ciro, y todos los demás que han adquirido o fundado reinos; y si juzgamos sus hechos y su gobierno, hallaremos que no deslucen ante los de Moisés, que tuvo tan gran preceptor. Y si nos detenemos a estudiar su vida y sus obras, descubriremos que no deben a la fortuna sino el haberles proporcionado la ocasión propicia, que fue el material al que ellos dieron la forma conveniente. Verdad es que, sin esa ocasión, sus méritos de nada hubieran valido; pero también es cierto que, sin sus méritos, era inútil que la ocasión se presentará. (pp. 9-10) Pero volvamos a nuestro asunto. Cualquiera que meditase este discurso hallaría que la causa de la ruina de los emperadores citados ha sido el odio o el desprecio, y descubriría a qué se debe que, mientras parte de ellos procedieron de un modo y parte de otro, en ambos hubo dichosos y desgraciados. (p. 36) porque el que vence no quiere amigos sospechosos y que no lo ayuden en la adversidad, y el que pierde no puede ofrecer ayuda a quien no quiso empuñar las armas y arriesgarse en su favor. (p. 40)

If a man can only obey and not disobey, he is a slave; if he can only disobey and not obey, he is a rebel (not a revolutionary); he acts out of anger, disappointment, resentment, yet not in the name of a conviction or a principle. … Obedience to a person, institution or power (heteronomous obedience) is submission; it implies the abdication of my autonomy and the acceptance of a foreign will or judgment in place of my own. Obedience to my own reason or conviction (autonomous obedience) is not an act of submission but one of affirmation. My conviction and my judgment, if authentically mine, are part of me. If I follow them rather than the judgment of others, I am being myself; (p. 6) In order to disobey, one must have the courage to be alone, to err and to sin. ... …; hence any social, political, and religious system which proclaims freedom, yet stamps out disobedience, cannot speak the truth. (p. 8) At this point in history the capacity to doubt, to criticize and to disobey may be all that stands between a future for mankind and the end of civilization. (p. 10) It is the function of the prophet to show reality, to show alternatives and to protest; it is his function to call loudly, to awake man from his customary half-slumber. It is the historical situation which makes prophets, not the wish of some men to be prophets. (p. 12) Disobedience, then, in the sense in which we use it here, is an act of the affirmation of reason and will. It is not primarily an attitude directed against something, but for something: for man’s capacity to see, to say what he sees, and to refuse to say what he does not see (p. 17) That which was the greatest criticism of socialism fifty years ago—that it would lead to uniformity, bureaucratization, centralization, and a soulless materialism—is a reality of today’s capitalism. (p. 31) Man, instead of being the master of the machines he has built, has become their servant. But man is not made to be a thing, and with all the satisfactions of consumption, the life forces in man cannot be held in abeyance continuously. We have only one choice, and that is mastering the machine again, making production into a means and not an end, using it for the unfolding of man—or else the suppressed life energies will manifest themselves in chaotic and destructive forms. Man will want to destroy life rather than die of boredom. (p. 32) The supreme loyalty of man must be to the human race and to the moral principles of humanism. (p. 38) The individual must be protected from fear and the need to submit to anyone’s coercion. (p. 42) Not only in the sphere of political decisions, but with regard to all decisions and arrangements, the grip of the bureaucracy must be broken in order to restore freedom. (p. 42) According to its basic principles, the aim of socialism is the abolition of national sovereignty, the abolition of any kind of armed forces, and the establishment of a commonwealth of nations. (p. 43) It is exactly the weakness of contemporary society that it offers no ideals, that it demands no faith, that it has no vision—except that of more of the same. (p. 49) Socialism must be radical. To be radical is to go to the roots; and the root is Man. (p. 49)

There are many who profess to be religious and speak of themselves as Christians, and, according to one such, “as accepting the scriptures only as sources of inspiration and moral truth,” and then ask in their smugness: “Do the revelations of God give us a handrail to the kingdom of God, as the Lord’s messenger told Lehi, or merely a compass?” Unfortunately, some are among us who claim to be Church members but are somewhat like the scoffers in Lehi’s vision—standing aloof and seemingly inclined to hold in derision the faithful who choose to accept Church authorities as God’s special witnesses of the gospel and his agents in directing the affairs of the Church. There are those in the Church who speak of themselves as liberals who, as one of our former presidents has said, “read by the lamp of their own conceit.” (Joseph F. Smith, Gospel Doctrine [Deseret Book Co., 1939], p. 373.) One time I asked one of our Church educational leaders how he would define a liberal in the Church. He answered in one sentence: “A liberal in the Church is merely one who does not have a testimony.” Dr. John A. Widtsoe, former member of the Quorum of the Twelve and an eminent educator, made a statement relative to this word liberal as it applied to those in the Church. This is what he said: “The self-called liberal [in the Church] is usually one who has broken with the fundamental principles or guiding philosophy of the group to which he belongs. . . . He claims membership in an organization but does not believe in its basic concepts; and sets out to reform it by changing its foundations. . . . “It is folly to speak of a liberal religion, if that religion claims that it rests upon unchanging truth.” And then Dr. Widtsoe concludes his statement with this: “It is well to beware of people who go about proclaiming that they are or their churches are liberal. The probabilities are that the structure of their faith is built on sand and will not withstand the storms of truth.” (“Evidences and Reconciliations,” Improvement Era, vol. 44 [1941], p. 609.) Here again, to use the figure of speech in Lehi’s vision, they are those who are blinded by the mists of darkness and as yet have not a firm grasp on the “iron rod.” Wouldn’t it be wonderful if, when there are questions which are unanswered because the Lord hasn’t seen fit to reveal the answers as yet, all such could say, as Abraham Lincoln is alleged to have said, “I accept all I read in the Bible that I can understand, and accept the rest on faith.” . . . Wouldn’t it be a great thing if all who are well schooled in secular learning could hold fast to the “iron rod,” or the word of God, which could lead them, through faith, to an understanding, rather than to have them stray away into strange paths of man-made theories and be plunged into the murky waters of disbelief and apostasy? . . . Cyprian, a defender of the faith in the Apostolic Period, testified, and I quote, “Into my heart, purified of all sin, there entered a light which came from on high, and then suddenly and in a marvelous manner, I saw certainty succeed doubt.” . . . The Lord issued a warning to those who would seek to destroy the faith of an individual or lead him away from the word of God or cause him to lose his grasp on the “iron rod,” wherein was safety by faith in a Divine Redeemer and his purposes concerning this earth and its peoples. The Master warned: “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better … that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” (Matt. 18:6.) The Master was impressing the fact that rather than ruin the soul of a true believer, it were better for a person to suffer an earthly death than to incur the penalty of jeopardizing his own eternal destiny.