<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:53:17.957-05:00</updated><category term='sehnsucht'/><category term='Sting'/><category term='trust'/><category term='interior gaze'/><category term='Billy Idol'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='nature'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='environment'/><category term='Pentecost'/><category term='C.S. 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Neil Diamond'/><category term='Christopher West'/><category term='Van Morrison'/><category term='Five for Fighting'/><category term='real love'/><category term='Original Solitude'/><category term='Bono'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='theology of the body'/><category term='redemption'/><category term='Pope Benedict XVI'/><category term='Love'/><category term='U2'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Virgin Mary'/><category term='power'/><category term='The Riddle'/><category term='Brooke Fraser'/><category term='Song of Songs'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='club music'/><title type='text'>Twisted Mystics</title><subtitle type='html'>Singing the Songs of Our Culture with the Voice of the Theology of the Body</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-5549070999647447328</id><published>2012-02-12T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:52:34.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology of the body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Cab for Cutie'/><title type='text'>The Marriage Made in Heaven: Soul Meets Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/2809_DeathCabForCutie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/2809_DeathCabForCutie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ignore for a moment the strange name of the band, &lt;i&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/i&gt;. If they knew how big they’d become on the music scene, lead singer Ben Gibbard confessed, they would’ve thought twice about picking that obscure name anyway. ("Ben Gibbard - Interview". Time Out Chicago. August 24, 2011) In this month of Valentine’s where we seek the warmth of love amidst the cold of winter, I’d like to take a look at this band’s sweet song&lt;i&gt; “Soul Meets Body” &lt;/i&gt;and their search for meaning in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As with everything in this blog that references pop culture and Catholicism, we sprinkle a little holy water on it and voila! We have something mystical. It’s not meant to be an imprimatur sanctioning the entire life and work of the artist. Reading the lyrics to the tunes he’s penned, Gibbard seems to be a struggling soul who vacillates between a great hope in love’s lasting power and the hollowness that sees this world as all there is. But in this struggle for meaning, so often, great beauty is born.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From their album, &lt;a href="http://store.deathcabforcutie.com/music"&gt;Codes and Keys&lt;/a&gt;, released in May 2011, &lt;i&gt;“Soul Meets Body”&lt;/i&gt; soars as an achingly beautiful song with echoes of the original plan of God for humanity. It pines for that original unity in which the world and all of us were intended to live, and from which we have all been sundered by sin.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to live where soul meets body a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nd let the sun wrap its arms around me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nd bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nd feel, feel what its like to be new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I always thrill at the hearing of songs like this in popular music, from bands not necessarily religious. It points to that universal thirst for a harmony between flesh and spirit that can be found everywhere, in everything. Musicians today are scratching out their notes in the cynicism of a post-Christian age, amidst scandals and hypocrisy, and even radical doubts and attacks on the existence of God. Some are truly seeking a deeper meaning in things, looking for answers. I find Death Cab for Cutie more real than most in facing these deeper questions.   As Catholics, we believe God stamped this thirst for healing and wholeness in the human heart to remind us of eternity, and nothing in this temporary world can totally quench that thirst. Nothing can snuff out the desire either, not even a poor first experience of religion, or the scandalous example of some believers. It seems a wound from the past shaped lead singer Gibbard’s vision of the Catholic faith he was raised in. It’s revealed in the song &lt;i&gt;"I Will Follow You Into the Dark"&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nd I held my tongue as she told me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Son, fear is the heart of love"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I never went back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;  This experience is beyond tragic, since we know St. John tells us “perfect love casts out all fear.” (1 John 4:18) The wounds of an earthly father can change our view of the Heavenly Father. The sins of a school master can alter our knowing the love of the Divine Master. I wonder how effective this teaching of fear of punishment might be for the young as an introduction to God. Hmm. Ponder this thought of Pope Benedict XVI:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our first experience of God is so important; we either  experience Him as the police guard ready to punish or as  creative love that awaits.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Creative love is what we long for, and in fact it’s what God wants to pour out over our hearts through the Church’s sacraments. Sadly for some, individual pieces of the conduit this truth can flow through (namely human beings) can be a bit... rusty. But that’s our fallen human nature, not the Divine water of grace. Gibbard sings that he “never went back” to the Catholic Church (he refers to himself as an “indoctrinated Catholic even though I haven't been to church of my own volition in 10 or 15 years now." - www.filter-mag.com. September 3, 2010) But not going back doesn’t mean he’s not moving forward. Back to the tune of &lt;i&gt;Soul Meets Body&lt;/i&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I cannot guess what we'll discover w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hen we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ut I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nd not one speck will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We must keep digging. This digging deep into life’s experiences can reveal hidden treasures. Listening to the ache for meaning can itself give us meaning. I believe the key here is the element of the journey. The ancients termed it fides quarens intellectum - faith seeking understanding. And we do this together as the song sings, for we need a reunion of not only soul and body, but of person to person, and God and humanity; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I do believe it’s true t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hat there are roads left in both of our shoes b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ut if the silence takes you t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hen I hope it takes me too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ause you’re the only song I want to hear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where soul meets body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For all those seeking a love that satisfies and that original harmony between soul and body, the spiritual and the material, man and woman, there is a melody playing. It’s the Song of Songs. It’s the Creative Love that awaits in the Heart of Jesus, in the ocean of His mercy. Yes, even despite the oil spills of humanity’s sins. He’ll wash one another in this mercy, and not one speck will remain!  In the music video for the song, which I highly recommend watching (below)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;we see a host of musical notes peeping out of a darkened forest floor as Ben Gibbard walks past. He meets his band in a little cabin and they play their song. We watch the notes rise up through the canopy of trees, over forest and field, past houses and towns and cities, to the sea. Some notes are detained, caught and even captured along the way. But a remnant make it through all obstacles. Those musical notes are each of us willing to seek and hopeful to find. We sing and cry out to the sea to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing. And feel, feel what its like to be new...”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uizQVriWp8M?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let us pray for a refreshing look at the waters of our baptism. The sea of grace is there for us, and we must swim it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Put out into the deep on the sea of history with the enthusiasm of the new evangelization."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Blessed John Paul II, Ecclesia de Eucharistia, 6  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Originally published in &lt;a href="http://faithcatholicdigital.com/publication/?m=17814&amp;amp;l=1"&gt;Phaith Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, February 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-5549070999647447328?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/5549070999647447328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-made-in-heaven-soul-meets-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/5549070999647447328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/5549070999647447328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-made-in-heaven-soul-meets-body.html' title='The Marriage Made in Heaven: Soul Meets Body'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uizQVriWp8M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-4234071826320119153</id><published>2011-07-11T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:29:52.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior gaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Morrison'/><title type='text'>Listen to the Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Van Morrison" border="0" height="226" hspace="5" name="ACCOUNT.IMAGE.60" src="https://origin.ih.constantcontact.com/fs057/1102430271556/img/60.jpg" style="text-align: left;" vspace="5" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1b2c1b; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I've long been a fan of Van Morrison's music for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is Irish. Born in Belfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He is deeply mystical. Just listen to his &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Poetic-Champions-Compose-Van-Morrison/dp/B000009DDN" linktype="link" style="text-decoration: underline;" track="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Poetic Champions Compose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; album.... brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is not a fan of the music industry's obsession with merely &lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;selling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; music. He wants to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; music, the way spouses long to make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van  reveals in his very body language that the music is bigger than he is.  If you don't know this, then seeing him in concert for the first time  can be a little befuddling. Like a priest before Vatican II, he often  turns his back to the crowds. This is not to give them the cold shoulder  in a sort of musical snobbery. He is leading us into the Fire. Like the  priest turning to the East from whence the Son rises, he says "Look, He  must increase, we must decrease. Come, let us worship!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehe0f-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000001FMO&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Now let's recall as we proceed, I'm sprinkling holy water on this one, as I do with all of my film and music references. Blessed John Henry Newman said "With  Christians, a poetical  view of things is a duty. We are bid to  color  all things with hues of  faith, to see a divine meaning in every   event." St. Paul says "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is  pure, whatever is lovely... think about such things." (Philippians 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Van's "hymn" to the interior life, as I see it, from the album &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Dominic%27s_Preview" linktype="link" style="text-decoration: underline;" track="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;St. Dominic's Preview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;, 1972. After an opening line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"All my love come tumblin' down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;,  he sings simple lines over and over, delving deep within himself in a  sort of contemplative prayer, urging himself and listeners to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"listen to the lion, inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I  see the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, unleashed to ravage my heart in the  words of another metaphysical poet from across the sea, John Donne. I  see flashes of Aslan's mane from C.S. Lewis' immortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.  I see the Lion laying down with the Lamb in Isaiah's ancient vision;  Christ the King coming to rest in my weak and vulnerable heart. And what  does He unleash in me? Van chants on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"All my tears have flown, all my tears like water flown, for the lion... inside me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehe0f-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000002GNL&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;When  Mercy hits the sinful human heart, in the place of vulnerability, the  chink in the armor we wear daily to protect ourselves, the tears will  flow. The question is, will we allow Him access? Can we look up from our  own busyness, our constant chatter, and let His arrow pierce us  through? Let Love come tumblin' down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these days of endless  distraction, we must attend to this Lion inside. If we want to sing the  songs of Zion once again, from our Babylonian captivity, we must let Him  have His way with us. Let the journey within begin, let Him lead us  home again. Let the way be that sea of tears, on which we journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;All around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;And we sailed... and we sailed... and we sailed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Looking for a brand new start."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1b2c1b; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;When  Oh Lord will this happen? Where will we hear Your Voice calling to us  from the deep? When the muse speaks through the radio. When the poets  and the minstrels of our day sing out, even unknowingly, those ancient  longings, we can baptize the notes, wash the music in the water of  grace. The music is never-ending and always beginning. Listen. Listen to the Lion, inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-4234071826320119153?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/4234071826320119153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2011/07/listen-to-lion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4234071826320119153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4234071826320119153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2011/07/listen-to-lion.html' title='Listen to the Lion'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-6550216175165265545</id><published>2010-10-28T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:24:55.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadowfeet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Fraser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sehnsucht'/><title type='text'>"Shadowfeet"</title><content type='html'>I stumbled on this song today after a friend posted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHpuTGGRCbY"&gt;another song&lt;/a&gt; by Brooke Fraser on my Facebook wall. "Shadowfeet" is an incredible song, and a powerful myriad of faces appears in this video to help in the singing! Ah humanity, all of us so different, and all of us so alike in our yearning for the Infinite One Who alone can satisfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4KiGN1j1No?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4KiGN1j1No?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Shadowfeet"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Walking,stumbling on these shadowfeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;toward home,a land that i've never seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I am changing: less and less asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;made of different stuff than when i began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;and i have sensed it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;fast approaching is the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'll be found in you, still standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;when the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;when time and space are through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'll be found in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Theres distraction buzzing in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;saying in the shadows it's easier to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;but I've heard rumours of true reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;whispers of a well-lit way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;You make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'll be found in you, still standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Every fear and accusation under my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;when time and space are through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'll be found in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-6550216175165265545?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/6550216175165265545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/10/shadowfeet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6550216175165265545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6550216175165265545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/10/shadowfeet.html' title='&quot;Shadowfeet&quot;'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-6421554178794930101</id><published>2010-05-31T16:00:00.141-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:22:53.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Winwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Higher Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Donaghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Trinity'/><title type='text'>Steve Winwood and the Blessed Trinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/TAQobGpa3zI/AAAAAAAAFcY/OBnkr_lxo5E/s1600/eric-clapton-and-winwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/TAQobGpa3zI/AAAAAAAAFcY/OBnkr_lxo5E/s320/eric-clapton-and-winwood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it refreshing when we stumble on a song that gets us pondering the deeper questions? (and a snappy rhythm doesn't hurt either) Enter today's Twisted Mystic, Steve Winwood, with the very popular hit "Higher Love" from 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there must be higher love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;down in the heart or hidden in the stars above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without it, life is wasted time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look inside your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll look inside mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's some good advice; introspection and exploration! Look within the heart and without to the universe. Funny that this is the very method thatPope John Paul II employs when he undergoes his mammoth teaching known as the Theology of the Body. It's called "phenomenological personalism" (impress your friends with that one). Essentially phenomenology looks at our human experiences - what attracts our hearts, what repulses them, what draws us through this life, forever chasing the Good, the True, and the Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Winwood (pictured above with guitar seraphim Eric Clapton) asks a very phenomenologically inspired question - "What fuels us in our relationships? What drives us to be more?" It must be, he supposes, a higher love. To this insight, any self-respectin' Christian would respond "amen." And this Higher Love has a Name... The Most High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Facing our fear and standing out there alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A yearning and it's real to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There must be someone who's feeling for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, "somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight," someone IS thinking of you, and loving you tonight! This higher love is in fact real to me too, and I've tasted it even in my human relationships. Don't we talk of our love as being something bigger than just us, something we "fall into?" Well, it's more so something we are drawn up into. The Catechism tells us that "God is an eternal exchange of love, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and He has destined us to share in that exchange." (CCC 221)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast of the Holy Trinity that we just celebrated reminds us of this glorious reality, and our ultimate destiny. Did Mr. Winwood have an inkling of this? Well, who knows, but he's not called a Twisted Mystic for nothing! Listen to this almost mystical prayer from the 80's pop star:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I could light the night up with my soul on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I could make the sun shine from pure desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Let me feel that love come over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Let me feel how strong it could be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Bring me a higher love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're in the supermarket, or put on hold while trying to pay your cell phone bill, and this classic tune comes on, just use it as a chance for prayer. As Bamidbar Rabba once said, "Entrances to holiness are everywhere. The possibility of ascent is all the time. Even at unlikely times and through unlikely places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Look inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I'll look inside mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-6421554178794930101?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/6421554178794930101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/steve-winwood-and-blessed-trinity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6421554178794930101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6421554178794930101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/steve-winwood-and-blessed-trinity.html' title='Steve Winwood and the Blessed Trinity'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/TAQobGpa3zI/AAAAAAAAFcY/OBnkr_lxo5E/s72-c/eric-clapton-and-winwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-8547399560006729874</id><published>2010-05-30T20:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:37:43.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverboy'/><title type='text'>Dance with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtodancelikestar.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jive-dance-steps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.howtodancelikestar.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jive-dance-steps.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So often it seems there are two opposing images of God and Life that stand in the ballroom of this world. And they don't dance well together. Life wants to boogie, and God (we think) wants to sit with folded hands on the sidelines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;While we're making our moves through Life, jumping "to the beat of the rhythm of the Night", and "everybody working for the weekend," God seems like the garish light of Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OK, party's over. Get ready for Church!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In this vision, God is the&amp;nbsp;Debbie Downer, the wet blanket that smothers any spark of passion we find on the dance floor of Life. We have here the dynamic of pleasure versus puritanism. If it feels good, there must be something sinful in it. If it's boring, dull, uptight, it must be the morally right thing to do. But what if both extremes are faulty steps in the dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Years ago, during my discernment in the seminary, I remember giving talks to high school students, and they would always ask questions like this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Can you go to parties? Can you work out? Can you listen to music? Can you drink beer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was apparent that their vision of seminary, or of being "religious", involved walking around with candles, chanting in Latin, and generally looking like liver and onions was for dinner... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://advent-episcopal.org/blog03/wp-content/RubilevTrinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://advent-episcopal.org/blog03/wp-content/RubilevTrinity.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But is this vision of the "Divine as dull" accurate? Is faith boring? Is God's dream for us one of gloom and misery, penance and pain. Are we allowed to "enjoy" this world, this life, or must we somehow seek to bypass it for the Kingdom to come? Why did He create us after all? What is our purpose?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It seems that the desire to dance runs deep... to lose ourselves in something bigger than ourselves, to find ecstasy (which means literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to stand outside of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;). What do we do with this desire? It's universal, it must mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The fact remains that we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose,&amp;nbsp;cast our awful solemnity to the wind, and join in the general Dance."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Thomas Merton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who is God? As the song goes (and&amp;nbsp;ironically&amp;nbsp;I'm not a huge fan of this song) God is the "Lord of the Dance." God's deepest identity in fact is not the lonely Old Man watching to see if you keep the rules, but He&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Dance. What does the Church&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;teach about God?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God Himself is an eternal exchange of love, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and He has destined us to share in that exchange."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.scborromeo.org/ccc/p1s2c1p1.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;CCC 221&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;Whoa.... ponder that one. Eternal giving and receiving, Eternal Love! Isn't that what our hearts really want? Wouldn't that be ecstasy? This is God's deepest identity! He is an ecstatic, eternal communion of life-giving Love! He is a Trinity! And this Blessed Trinity is Who we celebrate today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Old Testament book of Proverbs from tod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ay's first reading sings&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the Lord established the heavens I was there...&amp;nbsp;and I was his delight day by day,&amp;nbsp;playing before him all the while,&amp;nbsp;playing on the surface of his earth;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I found delight in the human race."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's time for some revisionist thinking on just Who God is, and on just what kind of Dance we're invited into. Who's giving these blurred and stilted images of God to us anyway but those who are only&amp;nbsp;"dancing with myself" as Billy Idol once piped?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sounds boring to me. So let's cut loose, and get footloose in a manner of speaking. As Augustine once said, "Love God, then do what you will!"&amp;nbsp;Let's dance in the Love and Light of this incredible God today, in the Great Dance of Eternal Love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And a word of advice from personal experience; Let Him lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-8547399560006729874?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/8547399560006729874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8547399560006729874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8547399560006729874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with Me'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-366616725869089997</id><published>2010-05-04T06:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:15:16.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology of the body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Turner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior gaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What's Love Got to Do With It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videomusicnmp3.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/tina_turner10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.videomusicnmp3.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/tina_turner10.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;You must understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;That the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Makes my pulse react&lt;br /&gt;That it's only the thrill&lt;br /&gt;Of boy meeting girl&lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's physical&lt;br /&gt;Only logical&lt;br /&gt;You must try to ignore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;That it means more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's love got to do with it&lt;/b&gt;? A good question to pose in our "hook up" culture where sex has been torn from the seemless garment of its original meaning. In the light of the Theology of the Body, Love's got everything to do with it! To say otherwise is like tearing the notes from the music, the blue from the sky, or the light from the sun! Love is so essential to human relationships that they aren't really &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt; relationships without it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;In Pope John Paul II's early work &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christendom-awake.org/pages/may/summaryofl&amp;amp;r.htm"&gt;Love and Responsibility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he taught us that feelings and attractions are good and integral in our relating, but still form merely the "raw material of love." The spark that lights the fire. But if we stay only at this base level of attraction (where the "touch of your hand makes my pulse react"), we can actually begin a &lt;i&gt;dis&lt;/i&gt;integration of the person before us, rather than the integration that love aspires to. Once pleasure becomes the only purpose for coming together, then the person is lost. It's called utilitarianism - you are an object essentially for me, and I for you. But "will you still love me tomorrow?" Well, the person isn't even loving you &lt;i&gt;today!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Oh whats love got to do, got to do with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;What's love but a second hand emotion&lt;br /&gt;What's love got to do, got to do with it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a heart&lt;br /&gt;When a heart can be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This is classic Twisted Mystics material! In photo negative fashion Miss Tina has given us the true image of love! Simply take what she says and flip it on its head! The heart is in fact made to be broken. That's the very definition of love! The closed inward looking self, the cocoon of the heart must break out into the winged gift of love for the other person. It must step out and into others, not grasp and drag others into itself. The caterpillar consumes earth, the butterfly is consumed by the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been taking on a new direction&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about my own protection&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to feel this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Scared? Welcome to the real world - the world where love is a possibility and the potential for everyone. It is scary because in love the heart must become transparent, vulnerable, and dare I say OPEN to the light of day. So many today engage in "protected" sex.... but let's stop and ask "What are we protecting ourselves from?" It may start at STD's and unwanted pregnancies, but press in further. Is it fear of commitment, fear of love?&amp;nbsp;Now why would we fear love?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Like our first parents Adam and Eve, we want to run and hide from the sacrifice of love, the radical trust that love asks of us. But in the words of Pope John Paul II, were invited to "not be afraid...." of anything. Love is not just a "sweet old-fashioned notion" then is it, Miss Tina? It is "ancient and ever new".... but that's another Song altogether, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-366616725869089997?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/366616725869089997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/366616725869089997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/366616725869089997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='What&apos;s Love Got to Do With It?'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-9059693755018111300</id><published>2009-12-02T11:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:37:57.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Grace of U2 by Christopher West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SxaWYXjTxHI/AAAAAAAAFSY/2rWZo44siqM/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SxaWYXjTxHI/AAAAAAAAFSY/2rWZo44siqM/s320/u2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410677347715368050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A new book called The Gospel According to U2 captures two of my great loves in life - Jesus and the music of these four men from Ireland: Bono, the Edge, Adam Clayton, and Larry Mullen Jr.  Most people who follow popular music know about the Christian roots of the biggest rock band in the world.  But many of the Christians who followed U2's career in the 1980's thought they "lost it" in the 1990's.  I was one of them.  And I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I wasn't much of a Christian in the 80's.  I was a rebellious teenager pursuing the pleasures of the world, and, because of it, I was empty.  In no small measure, it was the music of U2 that kept me alive during those tumultuous times.  With these guys, it wasn't your typical "sex, drugs, and rock'n roll."  They sang about dying for love and yearning for heaven.  Anthems like "Pride" and "Where the Streets Have No Name" got in my blood and became hymns of hope.  They stirred a voice in me that sometimes whispered and at other times screamed: Keep searching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was new to faith in the early 90's, and it seemed the band that had inspired me to pursue belief had now gone off the deep end.  I couldn't help but love the Achtung Baby album, but what was one to make of Bono appearing on stage dressed as the devil?  It seemed he had flipped completely to the "other side."  With tinges of self-righteousness, I decided to "pray for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, a friend and fellow fan of the "earlier U2" called me with great delight having just listened to their latest album All That You Can't Leave Behind.  He said two simple words: "They're back . . ." They were indeed - as was my enthusiasm for their gift.  In fact, I became a bigger fan of U2 in my thirties then when I was a teen.  And I was also put to shame for how judgmental I was of them during the 90's.  As Greg Garrett, author of The Gospel According to U2 put it, "What those in panic mode did not understand [about their approach in the 90's] was that U2 had not completely lost their minds; they had merely changed their methods."  With deliberateness, they had exchanged their sincerity for satire and irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big gamble that took incredible chutzpa to pull off - indeed, they would have to (and did) put their musical career on the line for the chance to make at least two critical points to their vast, but divergent audience.  First, by appearing - quite convincingly! - to have bought into the debauched excesses of "rock stardom," they knew a large segment of their fan base would not even begin to understand what they were up to, and would write them off (guilty!).  But in the very process they would be demonstrating just how superficial, "uptight," and judgmental believers can be at times (guilty!).  Imagine my surprise when I learned that Bono was actually acting out scenes from C.S. Lewis' Screwtape Letters when he dawned that devil costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second point they were trying to make was aimed at a different segment of their audience - those who thought the excesses of "rock stardom" were the be-all and end-all of life.  As with all effective satire, the joke was on those who believed the ruse.  By appearing utterly self-absorbed and full of himself in front of stadiums full of screaming fans, Bono was saying: Don't you see how ridiculous it is for you to think I'm as great as you think I am!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono and the gang are certainly not saints.  But nor are they your typical debauched rock stars.  Those with eyes to see it can recognize that grace is at work in these four men and their craft - amazing grace.  This was confirmed all the more for me at a recent U2 concert in New York City.  The pinnacle of any U2 show is when the band transitions artfully into "Where the Streets Have No Name," a song about heaven.  On this night, it happened as Bono was singing "Amazing Grace" - yes, "Amazing Grace" - with eighty thousand people singing along.  Then, behind Bono's voice I heard the familiar organ swell that signals the beginning of "Streets."  I was pierced by beauty, utterly overwhelmed.  And it seemed that, together, eighty-thousand people were tasting a bit of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing grace indeed . . .  I was filled with such gratitude for these four men and what their music has meant to me over the years.  And I hope this column gives you the permission  to "claim the comfort," as Garrett says, that your favorite music has offered you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Written by Christopher West. Published here - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Tahoma, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.christopherwest.com/page.asp?ContentID=131&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-9059693755018111300?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/9059693755018111300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-grace-of-u2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/9059693755018111300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/9059693755018111300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-grace-of-u2.html' title='The Amazing Grace of U2 by Christopher West'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SxaWYXjTxHI/AAAAAAAAFSY/2rWZo44siqM/s72-c/u2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-4359971807117950623</id><published>2009-10-05T19:14:00.039-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:53:56.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loverboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Almost Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Ssp_7pM3ZmI/AAAAAAAAFPw/WMMX-Jr4UxQ/s1600-h/marriagebliss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Ssp_7pM3ZmI/AAAAAAAAFPw/WMMX-Jr4UxQ/s320/marriagebliss.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389260566751045218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often ask an audience, before giving a talk or a retreat, what they want. &lt;i&gt;What is your deepest heart's desire?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typically, of course, it goes well beyond the shallow "lottery" or "new car" or "better job" picks. It runs deeper; it's a longing for happiness, joy, peace. And we want it to last. Even in the midst of life's daily experience of fading fads and fashions, frustrated dreams, economic upsets, and a near 50% divorce rate, we press on. We yearn to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every human heart has a deep craving for infinite joy. Not just infinitely good feelings, but an Infinite Good. After all, we were made for joy, placed in the bliss of the Garden of Eden in the beginning, and God has destined us for the bliss of Heaven in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have come that My joy might be in them, and their joy might be complete."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but isn't Christianity all about rules and commandments and not screwing up? Isn't pure unadulterated bliss.... sinful? Are we scandalized by this idea that God actually wants us to...  enjoy ourselves here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great secret of Christianity is that God says YES, I WANT YOUR ULTIMATE JOY. He wants us to experience happiness... even now. &lt;i&gt;"Heaven all the way to Heaven,"&lt;/i&gt; as St. Catherine of Siena put it. And one of the ways God has ordained for being a channel of grace and joy in this life is called &lt;i&gt;Marriage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Yes, ironically, the very thing so often mocked, ridiculed, fractured, and revamped these days in our culture. The very thing that the media paints as being the quintessential wet blanket of spontaneity and fun. But listen to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;In the joys of their love (God gives spouses) here on earth, a foretaste of the Wedding Feast of the Lamb. - Catechism, #1642&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Marriage as a foretaste of Heaven? I've heard it said more than once that marriage is hell! Even when I was first engaged that sad view came to me from certain people: &lt;i&gt;"Oh, the old ball and chain"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"Enjoy your freedom now"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when viewed through the lens of the Theology of the Body (TOB), this sacrament is seen as a "sign" of something else. The TOB in its profound reflection on the Scriptures reveals that human love, indeed the marital embrace itself, is meant to be a little glimmer, a coming attraction, an appetizer to the Main Meal that will be the Banquet of the Lamb! It's called the Spousal Analogy, and shows us that God's plan from the beginning was to &lt;i&gt;"marry us!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earthly marriage is meant to veil the most incredible truth, and point to our deepest desires... our ultimate union with the God Who Is Love in Heaven! Understood properly then, marriage really is &lt;i&gt;"Almost Paradise"....&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter our Twisted Mystic of the day: &lt;i&gt;Loverboy&lt;/i&gt; and the lead singer from &lt;i&gt;Heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I thought that perfect love was hard to find&lt;br /&gt;I'd almost given up, you must have read my mind&lt;br /&gt;and all these dreams I saved for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;they're finally coming true, I'll share them all with you&lt;br /&gt;cause now we hold the future in our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Oooh almost paradise... we're knocking on Heaven's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Almost paradise, how could we ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word "almost" in this song is absolutely critical. The Spousal Analogy teaches us that this union with God can only be spoken of in human terms, and that in the end, all analogies will fall infinitely short of the Infinite Mystery of God. Marriage here is forever "almost paradise" because our spouse is a human spouse, with sins, and weaknesses, and limitations like everyone else. But the analogy still shines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pope John Paul II has said that this Spousal Analogy is the best way we can image God! He said that it's the least inadequate of all of our analogies and images of God that the human mind can utilize, that of human love! The most intimate picture we can have of God here below then is that of a Lover with His Beloved.... Talk about a paradigm shift from God as Judge, or God as Grandpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;... and in your arms salvation's not so far away&lt;br /&gt;its getting closer, closer every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of grace, and with a keen eye on the proper end of marital union, we can also realize that sex is not the &lt;i&gt;be all and end all&lt;/i&gt; of human existence. Communion of our hearts with the Divine is! So, hand in hand, facing not just each other as man and wife, but turned towards the Son, lovers can discover that it's more than a feeling that fuels their joy... In the words of Pope John Paul II, "only the value of the person can sustain a stable relationship. The other values of sexuality are wasted away by time and exposed to the danger of disillusion. But this is not the case for the value of the person... which is stable and in some way infinite. When love develops and reaches the person, then it is forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes... almost Paradise....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please grant us the eyes to see not just what is, but what ever shall be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-4359971807117950623?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/4359971807117950623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-paradise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4359971807117950623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4359971807117950623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-paradise.html' title='Almost Paradise'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Ssp_7pM3ZmI/AAAAAAAAFPw/WMMX-Jr4UxQ/s72-c/marriagebliss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-6877586040449847939</id><published>2009-08-27T08:02:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:22:34.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocahontas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope Benedict XVI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caritas in Veritate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>The Pope and Pocahontas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SpepH-VOY7I/AAAAAAAAFOI/c8I0-yR45A0/s1600-h/2680860608_d122ec3e72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SpepH-VOY7I/AAAAAAAAFOI/c8I0-yR45A0/s320/2680860608_d122ec3e72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374950634746176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, stay with me. I believe this works.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was recently reflecting on Pope Benedict's latest letter to the world, &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20090629_caritas-in-veritate_en.html"&gt;Caritas in Veritate&lt;/a&gt;, and was captivated by the attention and reverence he gave to creation. It was in section 48. And then I thought about the Disney &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114148/"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Come roll in all the riches all around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;And for once, never wonder what they're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I grew up loving the woods. I discovered Thoreau's Walden when I was in high school and I found myself reading snatches of it constantly, and reflecting on them as I'd walk the bogs or the pine woods of southern New Jersey. As a young Catholic, I discovered that God not only poured his Grace and Love into us through the Bible and the seven sacraments, but through His first Book, Creation as well. God has planted (and continues to plant) countless lessons for us in the rise and fall of the seasons, and in the rhythm of life of all manner of creatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creation is our first birthday present, in a manner of speaking. These miracles around us are like little love letters for us. With prayer and a sacramental vision, we can discover in a walk outside a shimmering trail of signs pointing to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I've met many "Conservative" Catholics who are afraid to read this book. They feel it's like dipping our toes in the waters of the New Age movement. But how can God's creation, when rightly viewed, lead anywhere else but to... God? Enter Pope Benedict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Nature expresses a design of love and truth. It is prior to us, and it has been given to us by God as the setting for our life. Nature speaks to us of the Creator (cf. Rom 1:20) and his love for humanity. It is destined to be “recapitulated” in Christ at the end of time (cf. Eph 1:9-10; Col 1:19-20). Thus it too is a “vocation”. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;Nature is at our disposal not as “a heap of scattered refuse”[116], but as a gift of the Creator who has given it an inbuilt order, enabling man to draw from it the principles needed in order “to till it and keep it” (Gen 2:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;- Pope Benedict XVI, Caritas in Veritate, 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years ago, when the Disney film Pocahontas came out, I remember being struck by some of the lines in the song &lt;i&gt;Colors of the Wind&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;You think you own whatever land you land on&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim&lt;br /&gt;But I know every rock and tree and creature&lt;br /&gt;Has a life, has a spirit, has a name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I knew there was some truth to this, but I knew as well that something was just a bit off as the song continued. Man suddenly became "lost in the cosmos" to quote a Walker Percy title. Just another piece of the mosaic, with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the heron and the otter as his friends."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So just as I've met some who shy away from creation, I've met some who have obsessed about it, seeing God as somehow &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; everything - a kind of Christian pantheism. We should remember that the Spirit hovered "over" the waters in the beginning of Genesis, not within them. That's what we mean by the term "supernatural."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we just need balance, which is exactly what the Pope gives us in his latest encyclical:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;...It should also be stressed that it is contrary to authentic development to view nature as something more important than the human person. This position leads to attitudes of neo-paganism or a new pantheism — human salvation cannot come from nature alone, understood in a purely naturalistic sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;- Pope Benedict XVI, Caritas in Veritate, 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Keeping our heads about us is the key. Pope Benedict quoted his predecessor Pope Paul VI as saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“the world is in trouble because of the lack of thinking.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; We need to recognize that our place in the universe is not random or insignificant, nor is our role to act as dominators of the environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;...It is also necessary to reject the opposite position, which aims at total technical dominion over nature, because the natural environment is more than raw material to be manipulated at our pleasure; it is a wondrous work of the Creator containing a “grammar” which sets forth ends and criteria for its wise use, not its reckless exploitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;- Pope Benedict XVI, Caritas in Veritate, 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;We are sons and daughters who have been given the task of caring for and custody of all creatures great and small. We are stewards of a great gift, and if we are attentive to it, if we listen to it, we can learn much from it. As the Pope said in his letter, "The way humanity treats the environment influences the way it treats itself..." (CV 51)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can own the Earth and still&lt;br /&gt;All you'll own is earth until&lt;br /&gt;You can paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That "wind" in my mind is the Holy Spirit, Who alone can give us the insights and the grace we need to untwist what is twisted in our thoughts, our music, our agendas and ideas, and essentially our world. So come Holy Spirit, enlighten us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With Christians, a poetical view of things is a duty. We are bid to color all things with hues of faith, to see a divine meaning in every event.&lt;br /&gt;- Cardinal John Henry Newman&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-6877586040449847939?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/6877586040449847939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/08/pope-and-pocahontas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6877586040449847939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6877586040449847939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/08/pope-and-pocahontas.html' title='The Pope and Pocahontas'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SpepH-VOY7I/AAAAAAAAFOI/c8I0-yR45A0/s72-c/2680860608_d122ec3e72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-4554717671241529272</id><published>2009-08-03T08:05:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:39:48.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Riddle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Ondrasik'/><title type='text'>The Riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SnbamjjDqxI/AAAAAAAAFNE/zTzJF5iieK8/s1600-h/Five_For_Fighting.mega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SnbamjjDqxI/AAAAAAAAFNE/zTzJF5iieK8/s320/Five_For_Fighting.mega.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365716361970690834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of years ago, my wife and I were driving from some place to some place else when &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiveforfighting.com/"&gt;Five for Fighting's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNPGBp4Ygg"&gt;"The Riddle"&lt;/a&gt; came on the radio. "Have you heard this one?" she asked. "I don't think so..." Then she smiled, "You're gonna love it." She was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Riddle" is a tapestry in tune that weaves man's fear of being insignificant, the quest for meaning in life, and a child's sense of wonder into a love song. For Love, we discover, is the answer to the "Riddle." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is at the heart of singer/songwriter John Ondrasik's other works as well (The name &lt;i&gt;Five for Fighting&lt;/i&gt; is not the number of band members, incidentally, but alludes to the penalty time for fighting in hockey). Through a dominant lead of piano and his operatic ability to hit those soaring notes, Ondrasik begins with the question of questions put to an old man who is soon to die;&lt;i&gt; "What's the sense in life?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it all about? Why me, why here, why now?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;The answer comes as a riddle. The aged man invites the younger to ask the big questions, to experience the wonder of the world and draw his own conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;He said, "Son, why you got to sing that tune?&lt;br /&gt;Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon?&lt;br /&gt;Let an angel swing and make you swoon&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see, you will see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Here's a riddle for you.&lt;br /&gt;Find the answer: There's a reason for the world&lt;br /&gt;You and I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we are so often made to feel insignificant as human persons. Some larger entity becomes the driving force of our efforts and our time, and we are cogs in the machine, consumers that must consume to drive on the economic mechanism, the success of the Almighty Dollar. But we know there's more to Life than this. We all hearken to the strains of this music that sings us a fairy tale, a story about our being More than just random pieces in a random puzzle that's the result of random chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;"Man is not a lost atom in a random universe" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;- Pope Benedict XVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The younger man in the song grows older and has a son of his own. Still he longs to know the answer to this riddle of human life, and asks his son on the way home from school if he's "learned anything";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;He said, "Dad I'm big, but we're smaller than small&lt;br /&gt;In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all."&lt;br /&gt;Still every mother's child sings a lonely song&lt;br /&gt;"So play with me, come play with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And hey Dad, here's a riddle for you&lt;br /&gt;Find the answer: There's a reason for the world&lt;br /&gt;You and I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faced with the enormous size of the universe, we can often feel that "&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;n the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; But it is not always the size of a thing that matters. Is not the miracle of human life communicated through the microscopic cells of sperm and egg? If the human body were compared to a universe, and those reproductive cells could speak, they would certainly think themselves insignificant. But the continuation of the human race literally depends on these seemingly insignificant, "smaller than small" cells! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Some philosopher's speak of the &lt;a href="http://www.peterkreeft.com/topics/design.htm"&gt;anthropic principle&lt;/a&gt;, according to which the whole universe seems to have been mapped out from the start for human life to develop. Dr. Peter Kreeft says "If the temperature of the primal fireball that resulted from the Big Bang some fifteen to twenty billion years ago, which was the beginning of our universe, had been a trillionth of a degree colder or hotter, the carbon molecule that is the foundation of all organic life could never have developed. The number of possible universes is trillions of trillions; only one of them could support human life: this one. Sounds suspiciously like a plot. If the cosmic rays had bombarded the primordial slime at a slightly different angle or time or intensity, the hemoglobin molecule, necessary for all warm-blooded animals, could never have evolved. The chance of this molecule's evolving is something like one in a trillion trillion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Riddle sings on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;There are secrets that we still have left to find&lt;br /&gt;There have been mysteries from the beginning of time&lt;br /&gt;There are answers we're not wise enough to see&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You looking for a clue? I love you free."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, sitting in the car with my wife, driving down a random road to a place I can't remember now the first time I heard this song, I felt that "love" flowing right from the lips of the Creator. The answer to the "problem" of human life, of the whys and whats, is none other than a Person. We are here for each other.... You and I. We are made for communion with God and Neighbor. We are made to be gifts... and everything made is a gift for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;A spirituality of communion indicates above all the heart's contemplation of the mystery of the Trinity dwelling in us, and whose light we must also be able to see shining on the face of the brothers and sisters around us.&lt;br /&gt;- Pope John Paul II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we surf through the lyrics of some of the "top hits" today, we find very few that celebrate the pure gift of love, the sheer wonder of looking at another person as gift and not just something to use for pleasure or power. "The Riddle" is a refreshing return to the miracles around us and in us as human persons, to the vision of life that is free from the distorted lens of lust. To the wonder of You and I.... made in God's image and called to image God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The batter swings and the summer flies&lt;br /&gt;As I look into my angel's eyes&lt;br /&gt;A song plays on while the moon is high over me&lt;br /&gt;Something comes over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I guess we're big and I guess we're small&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it man you know we got it all&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball&lt;br /&gt;And I love you free, I love you free....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could add anything to this Twisted Mystic, it would be to untwist this last verse. Are we all we've got on this bouncing ball? Does Ondrasik leave out the Divine Musician Who set the melody to this music in his own heart? Well, the riddle perhaps continues in another song of &lt;i&gt;Five for Fighting's&lt;/i&gt;... "If God Made You:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I can't say what I might believe&lt;br /&gt;But if God made you then He's in love with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Twisted Mystic is obviously still searching for answers. But aren't we all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-4554717671241529272?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/4554717671241529272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/08/riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4554717671241529272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4554717671241529272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/08/riddle.html' title='The Riddle'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SnbamjjDqxI/AAAAAAAAFNE/zTzJF5iieK8/s72-c/Five_For_Fighting.mega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-2386685251751765685</id><published>2009-07-06T21:34:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:41:06.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Magnificent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SlKxLQq7EaI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Hx54xsk3K1s/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SlKxLQq7EaI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Hx54xsk3K1s/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355537713908617634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Virgin Mary is a Magnificent Woman. She is the woman &lt;i&gt;par excellence&lt;/i&gt;. In the life of the Church, she has always been seen as magnificent. Why? Because of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;magnanimity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now there's a word you don't hear every day. It means largeness of soul; greatness of spirit. The ability to remain at peace in the midst of great trouble. The Church - packed shoulder to shoulder with the "poor banished children of Eve" - has always looked to this New Eve, Mary, as to a beacon in the midst of life's storms. Here was a woman who stood strong. Stood in fact at the crossroads where time and eternity, love and hate, war and peace met - at the Cross. And the sparks from that conflagration are still flying. They have been catching souls and burning them with the fire of love for God since Mary's stand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, not only the Church but the pop culture at large can get a little glimmer of this Magnificent Heart of Mary. We can hear a little of her heart's cry to belong to Love, and not just to herself, beneath the folds of a flowing melody of U2's called, aptly, &lt;i&gt;"Magnificent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yi52HjJbwVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yi52HjJbwVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the video linked above, a Middle-Eastern town appears, and the band plays it's rumbling tribute to a person who was "born to sing." In an &lt;a href="http://ministryvalues.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=679&amp;amp;Itemid=127"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with Rolling Stone magazine, Bono admits that the person is in fact the Virgin Mary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Magnificent was inspired by the Magnificat, a passage from the Gospel  of Luke in the voice of the Virgin Mary... There's this theme running through the album of surrender and devotion and all the things I find  really difficult," Bono says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I was born... I was born to sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I didn't have a choice but to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;And sing whatever song you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;I give you back my voice&lt;br /&gt;From the womb my first cry, it was a joyful noise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this Mary's great YES? In the encounter with the Angel Gabriel, she thought only of the Song that God had always wanted to sing for Israel (she knew it from her study of the Torah and the Prophets). Mary would sing that Song of Songs, and she still sings it, while we too often send notes of selfish discord into Love's melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the music video, the desert town is wrapped in long, mysterious white veils. Entire buildings are completely covered! Only slowly as the song progresses do these veils give way to the dance of wind and rise up into blue skies. A powerful image of reverence, mystery, revelation, and liberation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The song reveals further how the heart of the Immaculate was truly "pierced by a sword" as Simeon predicted of Mary in the Gospel of Luke. &lt;i&gt;"Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, "Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted... and you yourself a sword will pierce so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed." (Luke 2:34-35)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bono, who wrote this song, and who writes most of the lyrics to U2's music, sings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;Only love, only love can leave such a mark&lt;br /&gt;But only love, only love can heal such a scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mary's great &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;, the lifting of the veil of her heart to God, involves a great risk - that of being wounded, crushed by sorrows. She models the path ahead for us. Magnificence comes shining through suffering. It's brilliance is heightened by the darkness it has come through, the dark valley that Psalm 23 points to as the necessary path for every follower of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end there is rejoicing.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;it was a joyful noise…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Justified till we die, you and I will magnify&lt;br /&gt;The Magnificent.... Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May we sing the lyrics to this song today, mindful of the majesty of Mary, that was bestowed on her because of her humility, her openness, her willingness to bear &lt;i&gt;"such a scar"&lt;/i&gt; as the suffering of her Son on the Cross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-2386685251751765685?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/2386685251751765685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnificent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/2386685251751765685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/2386685251751765685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnificent.html' title='Magnificent'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SlKxLQq7EaI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Hx54xsk3K1s/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-7892691484960526925</id><published>2009-05-27T13:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:06:54.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pentecost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracy Chapman'/><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sh0JdPjgmaI/AAAAAAAAE9A/r5faZDbI5_c/s1600-h/pentecost.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sh0JdPjgmaI/AAAAAAAAE9A/r5faZDbI5_c/s320/pentecost.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340435131127601570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of times in your life you've waited for Love's reply. Will the call come, will the heart respond to mine, will that face I've longed for turn the bend and come to me, turn her face and look on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I've longed for you and I have desired&lt;br /&gt;To see your face your smile&lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting.... hoping, and with it comes such a surge of emotion, tied inseparably to the deepest cords of the soul (for our bodies and souls are one). Longing not just for the physical sensation of nearness, but for the mystical, the spiritual, the infinite of which human love touches only the hem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days before Pentecost are the days of waiting, this is the age of the Holy Spirit... remembering those expectant hearts of those ancient men and women of Israel; Peter, John, Mary, James. Seeing them, hearing them; warm breath, beating hearts, fearful, clustered together like birds in shadows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wait...." Jesus had said. This is all they knew to do. Not knowing they lie at the turning point of human history, those happy few, soon to be quickened by the Breath of Divinity and numbering in the billions! Here at the embryonic level, the Mystical Body of Christ was sewn together again by the grace of God through the Virgin of Galilee; this Body of believers was "knit together in its Mother's womb." For Mary knew about waiting, about being open to receive the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Together again&lt;br /&gt;It would feel so good to be&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;Where all my journeys end&lt;br /&gt;If you can make a promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;If it's one that you can keep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I vow to come for you&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me and say you'll hold&lt;br /&gt;A place for me in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's look up as the Wind builds and the Flames gather on the eastern rim of the world. A Divine Heart is beating, ageless as the sea, coming with Water and Fire and Wind to wash, burn and break over us again. That's the Promise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N_8iRmM4JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N_8iRmM4JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-7892691484960526925?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/7892691484960526925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7892691484960526925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7892691484960526925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sh0JdPjgmaI/AAAAAAAAE9A/r5faZDbI5_c/s72-c/pentecost.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-307080802664248599</id><published>2009-05-24T08:56:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:04:58.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masculine and feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Donaghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes... Neil Diamond'/><title type='text'>Play Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soultones.com/neil/photos/nd_sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 579px;" src="http://www.soultones.com/neil/photos/nd_sig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OK, I know that when you first saw this dazzling pic of Neil in his technicolor dreamcoat, you were tempted to go and google the etymology of "cheese" or something; anything rather than consider that Neil Diamond might have something deep to say to you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe you thought "Twisted Mystics" was about young hipsters, youth in angst, or mainstream rockers and rollers. Well it's time to broaden them horizons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was first introduced to Neil as a young lad, through the big, bulky "Jazz Singer" soundtrack my mother owned on an 8 track tape. Those tapes were awesome and could double as coasters, or a hammer if you were desperate and really needed to hang that painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyhoo, back to Neil. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;et's take the following words and set them into the mouths of lovers... of a husband and wife. This is what we do here at Twisted Mystics; we transpose. We find the theme and set it to a theological melody. We take a rambling branch and graft it to the Divine Vine from which all branches break forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She was morning&lt;br /&gt;And I was night time&lt;br /&gt;I one day woke up&lt;br /&gt;To find her lying&lt;br /&gt;Beside my bed&lt;br /&gt;I softly said&lt;br /&gt;"Come take me"&lt;br /&gt;For I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;In need of someone&lt;br /&gt;As though I'd done&lt;br /&gt;Someone wrong somewhere&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Come lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the sun&lt;br /&gt;I am the moon&lt;br /&gt;You are the words&lt;br /&gt;I am the tune&lt;br /&gt;Play me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah the Cosmic Dance of masculine and feminine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"She was morning... and I was night time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; It's common knowledge that men and women are different. Common knowledge but commonly misunderstood, or seen as some kind of obstacle ("the battle of the sexes"). Today, there also appears to be a great effort to level the playing field.... to asexualize our sexuality and invite people to "pick" which one they want, as if from scratch. But if we scratch below the surface, we discover an extremely damaging agenda here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the olden days (before Neil Diamond) people used to conform themselves to reality. This is a very sane thing to do. Today we are insane. We try to conform reality unto us. Rather than discover in our creation as male and female something of the mystery of God's image and likeness, we determine that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; will make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; after our own image and likeness. The problem with this is, aside from a cosmic arrogance, we don't have a clue as to who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"When we lose sight of the Creator, the creature vanishes," so spoke Vatican Council II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our origins, revealed in Genesis, tell us so much about what masculinity is and what femininity is, if we could but sit still and listen. The mythic elements (not myths) in Genesis speak of man being formed from the earth, with Spirit (God's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ruah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in Hebrew, breath) whispered into us. Is this why men seem to be more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;detached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, more comfortable being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; at times? But in all our land-locked travels, we long to return to the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;In need of someone&lt;br /&gt;As though I'd done&lt;br /&gt;Someone wrong somewhere&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Men, despite the sometimes tough exterior, long to be in love, lost in it, we long to swim in an ocean that is deep and mysterious. That ocean is made from us, flows from us, flows to us from God.... and from Woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then God took a rib from Adam, and formed from his side Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The “first man and the first woman must constitute ...the model... for all men and women who, in any period, are united so intimately as to be ‘one flesh’” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Pope John Paul II, TOB, 50).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In Hebrew, the rib bespeaks the whole person. Bone is emblematic of the whole body, the whole person. Woman then is formed from the side of a rational human person. Is this why women tend, generally speaking, to be more relational, intuitive, contemplativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e, nurturing, gentle, emotional?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Songs she sang to me&lt;br /&gt;Songs she brang to me&lt;br /&gt;Words that rang in me&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme that sprang from me&lt;br /&gt;Warmed the night&lt;br /&gt;And what was right&lt;br /&gt;Became me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Men and women were never meant to clash with but to complement each other. Sin is at the root of this conflict. And so the remedy to the poison brought by the first Adam and Eve, is revealed in the gift of the new Adam and Eve. Never has there been a duet more beautifully sung than that of Jesus and Mary. In their words we learn how to untwist all of our twisted ramblings. For He is the Sun, and she is the Moon, He is the Word and she is the Tune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And so it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That I came to travel&lt;br /&gt;Upon a road&lt;br /&gt;That was thorned and narrow&lt;br /&gt;Another place&lt;br /&gt;Another grace&lt;br /&gt;Would save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-307080802664248599?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/307080802664248599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/307080802664248599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/307080802664248599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-me.html' title='Play Me'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-3086105875660347490</id><published>2009-05-04T06:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:04:53.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Original Solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>Sending Out an SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sf7IBEJmXfI/AAAAAAAAE68/zY0_su5JAf8/s1600-h/sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331918929472675314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sf7IBEJmXfI/AAAAAAAAE68/zY0_su5JAf8/s320/sting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suffering can set us free. Crying out can often lead to a catharsis. Sorrow affords us a chance to struggle and squirm our way out of the black cocoon of self and into the wide expanse of the world of the Other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song &lt;i&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/i&gt; by the Police captures this journey of self-discovery through suffering. &lt;i&gt;Sting&lt;/i&gt;, the lead singer of the former band, is a much revered icon in the music world today. He confessed to Jools Holland of the BBC that &lt;i&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/i&gt; is his favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh&lt;br /&gt;More loneliness than any man could bear&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late and great Pope John Paul II's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/sexuality/se0109.html"&gt;Theology of the Body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, the Holy Father seeks to answer two questions that I feel everyone in their heart of hearts asks at some point in this life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;What does it mean to be human?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be truly happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first question, he looks into our origins, our history, and our destiny to discover just what it means to be to be human. The Pope's early life was fraught with sorrows - loss of family, Nazi occupation, friends sent to concentration camps, and a Communist takeover of his beloved Poland. But he didn't let these sorrows exile him to an island of isolation. To make sense of it all, he dove into a heartfelt reflection on our beginnings as man and woman. One of my favorite reflections in his &lt;i&gt;Theology of the Body &lt;/i&gt;centers on the idea of Original Solitude. That is the experience of Adam, in the beginning, as a being that is in fact "alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll send an S.O.S. to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll send an S.O.S. to the world&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;Message in a bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Message in a bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, Adam cries out, I see myriads of creatures, beautiful and diverse, but not another person I can love who can return my love! Sending out an SOS is Adam's first "prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope Benedict once wrote that "&lt;i&gt;man comes in the profoundest sense to himself not through what he does but through what he accepts. He must wait for the gift of love, and love can only be received as a gift… One must wait for it, let it be given to one. And one cannot become wholly man in any other way than by being loved, by letting oneself be loved...”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Introduction to Christianity)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A year has passed since I wrote my note&lt;br /&gt;But I should have known this right from the start&lt;br /&gt;Only hope can keep me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love can mend your life but&lt;br /&gt;Love can break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331918412582520594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sf7Hi-lYhxI/AAAAAAAAE60/kwWduZj35OI/s200/creationofeve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adam falls into a deep sleep, an "ecstasy" in the original language. He realizes, perhaps, the risk involved in what lies ahead but he must make himself vulnerable; he must be open and ready to receive the gift that will make him whole. And the God Who Is Love draws a lover from his side. Only "love can mend your life." Adam receives the gift of Eve, and this love wells up in him, giving birth to the first love song, the first poem in human history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Alas, this one is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw&lt;br /&gt;Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home we are all seeking is this communion of persons, formed by God right from the beginning! It is Love that is the meaning of life, love that can move not only mountains, but islands! As we look out on our wounded world today, at the faces in the crowd, the faces in the subways and trains and malls and marketplaces, tiny islands of solitude and loneliness, let us call out to them in love. Sending out an SOS, a prayer for everyone. Let's pray that all of us &lt;i&gt;castaways&lt;/i&gt; might find a home in God, the source and summit of meaning and purpose and direction in life, and in relationships with others, for we are each another incarnation of His Love in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a video of the first live performance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of&lt;i&gt; Message in a Bottle,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G2LtPvPemw"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-3086105875660347490?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/3086105875660347490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/sending-out-sos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/3086105875660347490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/3086105875660347490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/05/sending-out-sos.html' title='Sending Out an SOS'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Sf7IBEJmXfI/AAAAAAAAE68/zY0_su5JAf8/s72-c/sting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-1226667580610600455</id><published>2009-04-07T05:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:42:09.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Vera and the Beaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>Billy Vera, The Beaters, and the Passion of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SdoYe-drc-I/AAAAAAAAE4g/entFI1bXjKA/s1600-h/passion_profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321592830134285282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SdoYe-drc-I/AAAAAAAAE4g/entFI1bXjKA/s320/passion_profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did you think&lt;br /&gt;I would say at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm faced with the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that you just don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I would curse you.&lt;br /&gt;Or say things to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;'cause you just don't love me no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps it might seem a little scandalous to be posting this passionate love song (made famous by Alex and Ellen in the 80's sitcom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Family Ties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; during Holy Week. But think for a moment about the scandalous love of Jesus displayed in the events of His Passion, and you'll see where I'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twisted Mystics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... it's about finding the Voice of God hidden in the voices of the artists and songwriters of our time. Here, in the pleading tones of this particular tune, we can hear Christ. We can hear the Lover, the One Whose Passion is a fire atop His Sacred Heart, shining out to us with the Truth that He does indeed love us so. Especially when He's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"faced with the knowledge that we just don't love Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For Christ, while we were still helpless, yet died at the appointed time for the ungodly.&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 5:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;g,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At This Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, swells and soars on a natural level. It has the kind of power that wins us over. The power of an unconditional love... "You mean even if I reject you, abandon you, leave you.... you'll STILL love me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This kind of human love is rare, admittedly. But we still strive for it, we're overwhelmed when we encounter it, and we know it's the Ideal even when our experiences draw a cloud across it's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Passion of Jesus is swelling up again in the heart of the Gospels this week, and this love is stronger still. It's stronger than death! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing!" (Luke 12:49) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've never had a love like this before! He loved us and still loves us even when we reject Him, when we walk away from Him. That's what the Passion is all about, for it comes from the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"to suffer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Did you think I could hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Or raise my hands to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now come on you know me too well.&lt;br /&gt;How could I hurt you when darling&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never hurt you oo-wo-ooo...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only way we can fathom this unfathomable love is to step out into it, to wade into the water and let the Passion sweep us away. The saints and mystics (the real ones, not the twisted ones) have always told us that if we were the only ones on earth who fell into sin, Jesus would have done it all just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do we believe this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The words below are taken from an ancient homily given in the fourth century. Hear the love that streams forth from each image, as the Divine Artist reshapes and recreates our broken hearts. His Passion is for us; may it renew and return us to a deeper passion for Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who, once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree. I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you... The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-1226667580610600455?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/1226667580610600455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/04/billy-vera-beaters-and-passion-of-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/1226667580610600455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/1226667580610600455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/04/billy-vera-beaters-and-passion-of-jesus.html' title='Billy Vera, The Beaters, and the Passion of Jesus'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SdoYe-drc-I/AAAAAAAAE4g/entFI1bXjKA/s72-c/passion_profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-6073393470885952435</id><published>2009-03-02T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:12:28.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia Newton John'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Mystical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SavKJQJpQKI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/YY95t_Pjjk0/s1600-h/joanofarclepage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SavKJQJpQKI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/YY95t_Pjjk0/s320/joanofarclepage.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308558846089314466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, this is old school. Olivia Newton John, the early years. She played the lovely Sandy in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease.&lt;/span&gt; As a recording artist, one of her more famous tunes was  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's Get Physical."&lt;/span&gt; How's that for blunt? The lyrics went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making good conversation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta handle you just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; You know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I took you to an intimate restaurant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to a suggestive movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to talk about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's horizontally&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical, physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I wanna get physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then. This sounds like the mating ritual of something in a Brazilian rainforest. I'd like to suggest that we're made for a bit more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; the physical. I think real love goes a bit further than that. Let's Get&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mystical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth revealed in Scripture, and echoed in our hearts through our human experience, is that we are actually a beautiful and mysterious harmony of spirit and matter. We are "sacraments" in the broad understanding of the word; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visible signs of an invisible reality&lt;/span&gt;. This is part of the brilliant plan of God in making the universe... that there should be things visible and invisible, and that we humans would be the bridges between the two worlds. This explains our restlessness, our deep yearnings for More. It explains why we are at the same time both like and unlike the animals we share the planet with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the animals are the ones who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get physical.... &lt;/span&gt;they eat and sleep and forage for food and build their little dwellings in the bush. They mate, they reproduce. But we humans &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dine&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt;.... cathedrals, symphonies, prayers, poems and promises (a little John Denver reference there). And we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make love&lt;/span&gt;.... though sadly, even this phrase is being stripped from the vocabulary today. People just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have sex&lt;/span&gt;. Having sex used to mean being male or female, and checking the appropriate box. It went from a noun to a verb in just a generation or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mystical&lt;/span&gt; phenomena we experience as humans set us worlds apart from the animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- music&lt;br /&gt;- laughter&lt;br /&gt;- poetry&lt;br /&gt;- philosophy&lt;br /&gt;- love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul called us to dwell on these higher things.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Think of what is above, not of what is on earth." (Colossians 3:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trap that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's Get Physical"&lt;/span&gt; approach falls into is the same trap that was set from the beginning by the Evil One; to divorce the physical from the mystical within us. The illusion is that we're made for one or the other and we must decide. Do we become hermits or hedonists? Well the answer is a combination. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“As a being at once body and spirit, man expresses and perceives spiritual realities through physical signs and symbols” (CCC, n. 1146).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of being human lies in distinguishing the difference between idolatry and iconography; between worshiping the thing itself, or allowing it to lead us in wonder to the One Who created it. In the song, there's clearly a descent into the lower realms of lust, not a climb to the heights of love. The singer is using the other person for their own selfish pleasure, and pulling out all of the stops to make it happen; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like, making good conversation...  I took you to an intimate restaurant. Then to a suggestive movie..."&lt;/span&gt; The song ends with the same refrain again, but a curious change takes place.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's get animal, animal. I wanna get animal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words from a famous scene in the movie &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093748/"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're going the wrong way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd all do well to heed the words of Pope Benedict XVI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An intoxicated and undisciplined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, then, is  not an ascent in “ecstasy” towards the Divine, but a fall, a degradation of man.  Evidently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eros &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs to be disciplined and purified if it is to provide  not just fleeting pleasure, but a certain foretaste of the pinnacle of our  existence, of that beatitude for which our whole being yearns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html"&gt;God is Love, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get mystical! That's the direction towards which we truly yearn.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And we can find it in our human loves, as Pope Benedict asserts: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"From the standpoint of creation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  eros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; directs man towards marriage, to a bond which is unique and definitive;  thus, and only thus, does it fulfill its deepest purpose." (&lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html"&gt;God is Love, 11&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-6073393470885952435?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/6073393470885952435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-get-mystical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6073393470885952435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/6073393470885952435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-get-mystical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Mystical'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SavKJQJpQKI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/YY95t_Pjjk0/s72-c/joanofarclepage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-3614919016802805922</id><published>2009-01-02T09:22:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:27:32.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Donaghy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Hole Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SVYUhcXT3KI/AAAAAAAAEqY/s-PETLb82AY/s1600-h/extreme"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SVYUhcXT3KI/AAAAAAAAEqY/s-PETLb82AY/s320/extreme" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284433777548057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, raise your hand if there was ever a time in your life when you thought to yourself "If I could just have/meet/become/get _________ then I would be totally happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now raise your hand if you subsequently got/met/became that ___________ and thought to yourself "But wait.... If I could just have/meet/become _________ then I would&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;be totally happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extreme &lt;/span&gt;once sang: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing this song and running out to grab it when it first debuted in 1991 as a "single" - a little cassette tape with just the one song on it. Old school, I know. Right off the bat my spiritual sense was tingling, like Spiderman. "Oooo, why yes, I have one of those holes in my heart too," I thought to myself. "Seems like everything I think will fill it just fails to satisfy. I always want more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Life's ambition occupies my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Priorities confuse the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Happiness one step behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This inner peace I've yet to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... Is this not the soundtrack of our lives? Are we not all starving for inner peace? Look at the self-help sections in bookstores. I just did a google search for "self help" and it gave me 95,300,000 websites to visit. Seriously, who's got that kind of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God I've come to realize a simple truth that will save me all of that searching: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-help is useless.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; help myself. I'm helpless. I can't "pick myself up by my own bootstraps." That's physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hole in my heart.... this longing for More, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sehnsucht&lt;/span&gt; that sometimes seems to pull my heart out of me in a crazy mixture of joy and pain can only be filled, quenched, and completed by the Maker of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;If I'm not blind why can't I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That a circle can't fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Where a square should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us have come to realize this second truth; that nothing can fill our hearts... that is, no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-thing&lt;/span&gt; can fill our hearts. That our hearts are made for relationship, for other persons, and ultimately the Persons of the Holy Trinity, the Three Who are Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long it takes for many of us to come to this discovery... for us to make this journey out of self, to empty ourselves so that God might fill us? Sometimes a lifetime. But all along we should keep up the journey. Keep singing the songs of our generation, but with a heart that stops at nothing to find the truth that really fills us. We've got to scratch below the vinyl so to speak, until we come to the core, to the very heartbeat of Music itself, to the Sanctuary where all Song is born. There, finally, we'll find true harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics from another melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I will rise then and go about the city;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;in the streets and crossings I will seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him whom my heart loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I sought him but I did not find him. The watchmen came upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they made their rounds of the city: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen him whom my heart loves?&lt;br /&gt;I had hardly left them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; when I found him whom my heart loves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took hold of him and would not let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- Song of Songs 3:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-3614919016802805922?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/3614919016802805922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/01/hole-hearted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/3614919016802805922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/3614919016802805922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2009/01/hole-hearted.html' title='Hole Hearted'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SVYUhcXT3KI/AAAAAAAAEqY/s-PETLb82AY/s72-c/extreme' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-5248278817525697492</id><published>2008-12-30T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:36:11.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s in your iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite artists'/><title type='text'>Going Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R0mxC5dc1ZI/AAAAAAAABeM/Qpirsf4OEAg/s1600-h/streetmusician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R0mxC5dc1ZI/AAAAAAAABeM/Qpirsf4OEAg/s320/streetmusician.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136831513334961554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music can be an invitation out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the deep&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't matter if it's played on a subway ramp or a concert hall, a whistled tune from beneath the hood of a car, or a lullaby whispered in the still of the night. Music has power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean music from the generic pop stations that buzzes incessantly and fizzles out in a few weeks, though there can be sparks of light and insight there too. I mean hand-carved poetry. Heart-crafted words, polished smooth by poets sitting in their cabins or spilling words on napkins in small town diners, scribbling fast while the fire of inspiration is hottest. It's mostly music from the souls who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unplugged&lt;/span&gt;. I'll take their word over a snappy electrolized and endlessly repetitive refrain any day! Take a Karen Casey standing small in the midst of a smoky pub in Westport, Ireland, singing a capella the tune &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Labouring Man's Daughter&lt;/span&gt;. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs that can really slip below the radar and get me thinking. Usually anything from &lt;a href="http://www.gregbrown.org/gblyrics.html"&gt;Greg Brown&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.gregbrown.org/gbonent1.html#ellamae"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.gregbrown.org/gbfurth1.html#heybaby"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Baby Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... oooh those are sweet), or &lt;a href="http://davidwilcox.com/index.php?page=cds"&gt;Dave Wilcox;&lt;/a&gt; now there's a poet. Carrie Newcomer's words are so rich with imagery. The music of Van Morrison was key in my faith journey in my early twenties, especially the albums &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avalon Sunset&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poetic Champions Compose.&lt;/span&gt; And every time I hear "Will Ye Go Lassie Go?" (sung by Judy Collins below) my Irish heart beats stronger and gazes towards Erin's western seas to Tir na Nog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Kbr6tUhDRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Kbr6tUhDRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need music with power; music that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pines&lt;/span&gt;. Music that has that glimmer of eternity in it, that throbs with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sehnsucht&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longing&lt;/span&gt; in us that tells us that here is not all there is.... that "the best is yet to come." This heart music is not an escape from reality, but a return to it. It's not mindless distraction, but mindful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attractions&lt;/span&gt; to things we must face every day. Choices to be made, turns taken, fears to overcome. Just as we should make an examination of conscience each night, looking over the day and what actions or omissions may have thrown shadows over His Light, so I think we should do an examination of our iPods, our iTunes, Zunes, and CD collections; whatever houses the music we live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of it moves you, as opposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets you moving?&lt;/span&gt; I know we love both. But are there at least a few melodies that take you to those places you need to go, deep into your soul? Would you mind sharing them? Here's a few of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How Did You Find Me Here, Dave Wilcox&lt;br /&gt;- In the Garden, Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;- I Know You by Heart, Eva Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;- Leaving Home, John Williams (Superman soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;- The Riddle, Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;- Hold On, Carrie Newcomer&lt;br /&gt;- One Love, Cheryl Wheeler&lt;br /&gt;- Valentine's Day, Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;- For All that We Let In, Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;- Check it Out, John Cougar Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;- Hearts and Bones, Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;- Love Your Neighbor, Ladysmith Black Mambazo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-5248278817525697492?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/5248278817525697492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-deeper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/5248278817525697492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/5248278817525697492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-deeper.html' title='Going Deeper'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R0mxC5dc1ZI/AAAAAAAABeM/Qpirsf4OEAg/s72-c/streetmusician.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-612986105102307845</id><published>2008-12-09T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:18:44.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope Benedict XVI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreigner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Know What Love Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4708/3146/1600/80sRocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4708/3146/320/80sRocker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe 80's music is one of the proofs for God's existence. I'm serious... Just check out these lyrics from the band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foreigner&lt;/span&gt;. Listen to the longing for love and communion in this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now this mountain I must climb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels like a world upon my shoulders...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through the clouds I see love shine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It keeps me warm as life grows colder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my life there's been heartache and pain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know if I can face it again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't stop now, I've traveled so far&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o change this lonely life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna know what love is...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to show me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna feel what love is...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you can show me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the quest of every human heart: to find love? Isn't this an echo of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original solitude &lt;/span&gt;pining for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;communion&lt;/span&gt;? It drives us on and up and out of ourselves (and sometimes it drives us crazy!) But still we press on, because we believe that even in the midst of that "heartache and pain" we all encounter, there is in fact a Love that truly satisfies. The sad fact is many remain in that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt; because they seek this love in the human heart alone. But no person on earth can fully satisfy us; our hearts were made for an Everlasting Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that this Love has been seeking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; all the while. This Love has found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us!&lt;/span&gt; Within the lyrics of this song from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foreigner&lt;/span&gt; we can discover the truth that it is indeed God Himself Who has placed this passion within us. Like a little homing beacon, blinking red in the center of our chests, following this desire in sincerity and truth will lead to Him! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Through the clouds I see Love shine"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it must always be a desire to give ourselves to this love, to break free of the gravitational pull of lust and self-centeredness. Maybe this is the weight the singer of this song is trying to escape from? This is the mission of every human being; to give love rather than to grasp at it. Just listen to the words of Pope Benedict XVI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eros, reduced  to pure “sex”, has become a commodity, a mere “thing” to be bought and sold, or  rather, man himself becomes a commodity. This is hardly man's great “yes” to the  body... True, eros tends to rise “in  ecstasy” towards the Divine, to lead us beyond ourselves; yet for this very  reason it calls for a path of ascent, renunciation, purification and healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the songs we sing and in the deepest desires of our hearts, may God continue to shine His Light, leading us ever and onward to our true home.... His Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-612986105102307845?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/612986105102307845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/612986105102307845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/612986105102307845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html' title='I Wanna Know What Love Is!'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-4207957359211078257</id><published>2008-11-20T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:11:21.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club music'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SRwMB2xftlI/AAAAAAAADkY/okXjG9p3h1E/s1600-h/Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268098890139154002" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 247px; cursor: pointer; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SRwMB2xftlI/AAAAAAAADkY/okXjG9p3h1E/s320/Club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Have you ever gotten lost in a melody or the pulsing beat of a song? Did it seem to take you away, free you for a time from the worries of the present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gimme the beat boys and free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my soul. I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dobie Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we find that music has a power to sweep us up off our feet and into something seemingly larger than ourselves... into a great ocean of rhythm and melody, or down a river that rushes through us and carries us away. Music is a great force, a strong current, and so riding this river takes some skill. If we're not careful, the boom boom boom can lead to gloom. So sings the artist Robin S., in her classic dance hit &lt;em&gt;"Show Me Love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin knows what can happen in the midst of the great flood of sound and light at a club. But within her catchy melody comes a message that runs against the current way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m tired of getting caught up in those one night affairs. What I really need is somebody who will always be there... So if you’re looking for devotion, talk to me. Come with your heart in your hands, because my love is guaranteed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Robin S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people in those dark, smoky clubs, where the bass drums on and the lights flash and fade, how many have heard that plea of the heart, these words of Robin S? And how many recognized that cry for real love as their own? Listen intently to the lyrics and you will often find the &lt;em&gt;longing... &lt;/em&gt;the desire deep in all of us for a lasting love and communion. So sang St. Augustine centuries ago when he whispered, "You have made us for Yourself O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-4207957359211078257?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/4207957359211078257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4207957359211078257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4207957359211078257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SRwMB2xftlI/AAAAAAAADkY/okXjG9p3h1E/s72-c/Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-8892347724712321948</id><published>2008-11-18T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:23:47.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><title type='text'>Beyoncé, Don't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SSKy5lVuxnI/AAAAAAAADlA/Yj8Y4yHDE6Q/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971216322446962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SSKy5lVuxnI/AAAAAAAADlA/Yj8Y4yHDE6Q/s200/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don't you love it when a catchy tune gets stuck in your head for the entire day and you CANNOT seem to shake it? Maybe it's the theme from the Andy Griffith Show, or Beverly Hills Cop, or that Empire Carpet commercial? And then you feel &lt;em&gt;compelled&lt;/em&gt; to tell a friend and BAM! you've gone and spread the maddening melody and the beat goes on... Enter Beyoncé and her song &lt;em&gt;Irreplaceable&lt;/em&gt;. It's a catchy tune, granted. But it's got issues. Let's lend an ear to the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must not know about me, You must not know about me I could have another you in a minute, matter fact he'll be here in a minute... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. As William Congreve once said, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" (I thought it was Shakespeare too, but it actually comes from a play called the "The Mourning Bride" (1697). Thanks Mr. Google!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can have another you by tomorrow, So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyoncé's song was all over the airwaves a year ago (It was #1 on iTunes for weeks). And the lyrics of this song have an angst that we can all recognize in our culture; it points to the ongoing war between men and women, the battle between love and lust, the dichotomy of seeing others as a gift or choosing rather to grasp at them as if they were objects just meant to sate our own selfish desires. Now in light of these battle scars, I would affirm Beyoncé's reaction in the song. If the woman has been abused or objectified in the relationship, she should jump ship and get out of the situation. The problem is, she jumped right past the lifeboat that carries us into the sea of seeing people as persons, and she turns around and treats men as objects herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I won't lose a wink of sleep 'cause the truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we, vacuum cleaners? Washing machines? The truth is, &lt;strong&gt;we are not replaceable&lt;/strong&gt;. We are not pleasure machines that can be exchanged when the pleasure dries up. The truth is, we are like snowflakes. Each of us is unrepeatable. Every one of us is, in fact, irreplaceable. And yes, even when we fall for the lies of our culture, becoming just a face in a crowd, selling out our virtue for the quick and easy, becoming a number instead of a New Creation, we are still, deep in our being, utterly and inviolably unique and irreplaceable. There will never be another you. As Pope Benedict XVI said in his &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/homilies/2005/documents/hf_ben-xvi_hom_20050424_inizio-pontificato_en.html"&gt;inaugural homily&lt;/a&gt; "We are not some casual and meaningless product of evolution. Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed, each of us is loved, each of us is necessary." And Pope John Paul II sang this truth as well when he wrote "The human person is a unique composite - a unity of spirit and matter, soul and body, fashioned in the image of God and destined to live forever. Every human life is sacred, because every human person is sacred." So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' you're __replaceable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-8892347724712321948?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/8892347724712321948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyonc-dont-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8892347724712321948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8892347724712321948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyonc-dont-believe-it.html' title='Beyoncé, Don&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SSKy5lVuxnI/AAAAAAAADlA/Yj8Y4yHDE6Q/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-7777066140778796720</id><published>2008-11-13T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:34:04.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><title type='text'>The Redemption of Rock Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SR1gnk13OLI/AAAAAAAADko/B_ANK6EcEd8/s1600-h/mikemangione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SR1gnk13OLI/AAAAAAAADko/B_ANK6EcEd8/s320/mikemangione.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268473372114106546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(originally published in Nov, 2007 for Christopher West's syndicated column &lt;a href="http://christopherwest.com/page.asp?ContentID=15"&gt;"Body Language"&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Paul II warned that if chastity is lived in a repressive way, it’s only a matter of time before sexual desires explode (see &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Responsibility-Pope-John-Paul/dp/0898704456"&gt;Love and Responsibility&lt;/a&gt;, pp. 170-171). I think we find here a key for understanding the sexual revolution of the twentieth century. It was a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate in response to the prudery and repressiveness of the previous era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a culture’s music provides a window into the soul of that culture, I think the rise of rock music in the 1950's is very telling. Rock music seems to be an artistic expression of the explosion of all that pent-up desire. The very term "rock and roll" – coined by DJ Alan Freed in the early 50's – came, some say, from a slang term for sexual (mis)behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get the wrong impression, I’m actually writing as a fan of rock music – a big fan (of much of it, anyway). It’s in my blood. It’s "my" music. I can still remember my first "favorite song" from the radio. "Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes..." by David Bowie. It was 1972 and I wasn’t even three years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all rock music glorifies lust and indulgence. Much of it expresses an earnest search for meaning. Neil Young &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"keeps on searchin’ for a heart of gold..."&lt;/span&gt; and Bono has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"climbed the highest mountains"&lt;/span&gt; lookin’ for that thing he’s lookin’ for. Rock music for me has always expressed an interior longing, a search. It’s been a way of "getting out" what’s going on "within" – the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rock drummer, myself, I can’t tell you the number of times I have pounded those skins as a form of therapy. We’ve all got bottled up "stuff" that needs an outlet. Drumming has been a great one for me. A good, driving beat not only rattles the walls, it shakes-up the soul as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gimme the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock ‘n roll and drift away...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If rock and roll can generally be understood as the musical expression of the sexual revolution, then I predict that as a new sexual revolution unfolds – and it is slowly unfolding with the spread of John Paul II’s theology of the body – so, too, will a new form of popular music. There are many signs, in fact, that a positive musical transformation is already quietly underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to point you to two of those signs: Mike Mangione and Vince Scheuerman. These two artists, whom I know personally, are part of a new breed of rock musician: both grew up on rock music; both, through hard times, came to love their Catholic faith; and both are working their tails off to make a difference in the secular world with their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Mangione’s latest CD called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenebrae&lt;/span&gt; (Latin for "shadows") has received great reviews from critics across the country and was selected as New York Magazine’s pick of the week this past September. Mangione’s rock-folk-acoustic-indie sound includes haunting cello and violin. His lyrics dig deep into the human experience, expressing an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eros&lt;/span&gt; yearning for redemption in songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"First Time: Please Forgive Me"&lt;/span&gt; and hope for a culture of life in the midst of a culture of death in songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Killing Floor."&lt;/span&gt; You can learn more and order his CD at &lt;a href="http://www.mikemangione.com/"&gt;mikemangione.com&lt;/a&gt;. Also, search for his name on You Tube to see him perform "It’s Me, Not You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Scheuerman is the lead singer/songwriter for the band Army of Me. This past summer they toured with the Dave Matthews Band promoting their new album Citizen. Their video "Going Through Changes" has been a regular on MTV. While their sound is harder than Mangione’s, the lyrics come from that same place in the soul. They express a hunger for wholeness and communion in "Two into One" and the hope of rebirth in "Rise," a song inspired by the tsunami of December 2005. Learn more and order Citizen at &lt;a href="http://www.armyofmeonline.com/"&gt;Armyofmeonline.com&lt;/a&gt; and see their video for "Going Through Changes" on YouTube. Look closely and you’ll even see this MTV rock star wearing a scapular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If rock music was born from the explosion of sexual repression, who knows – when John Paul II’s "theological time bomb" detonates, Madonna might really and truly sing "like a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christopher West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-7777066140778796720?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/7777066140778796720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/redemption-of-rock-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7777066140778796720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7777066140778796720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/11/redemption-of-rock-music.html' title='The Redemption of Rock Music'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SR1gnk13OLI/AAAAAAAADko/B_ANK6EcEd8/s72-c/mikemangione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-8479733547359546298</id><published>2008-09-08T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:50:57.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Morrison'/><title type='text'>Into the Mystic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SMXUKszvG1I/AAAAAAAADbM/XiXa7hTC0mc/s1600-h/vanmorrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SMXUKszvG1I/AAAAAAAADbM/XiXa7hTC0mc/s320/vanmorrison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830621434747730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll always remember the moment when I first became a Van Morrison fan. I was maybe 19 years old, home from college and flipping through the channels when a movie called "Immediate Family" came on. I don't know anything about the film (I just looked it up a moment ago to be sure of the title). What struck me was the song playing during a powerful mother/daughter/healing scene. The song was Van Morrison's "&lt;a href="http://scripts.digicc.com/van/lyrics.php?id=104&amp;amp;trk=5"&gt;Into the Mystic&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something magnetic and mystical in that song that made me stop my surfing in mid-click. Maybe it was the slow and steady ryhthm of the guitar, or the line "Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea and feel the sky." It could've even been the spaces between the words and the music that opened me up to sweet contemplation. Isn't it always the silence, the rest within the notes that moves us most? Whatever it was, it sent me on a journey to the music store, to pick up the Moondance album and a host of Van's other works since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home. And when the fog horn blows, I want to hear it. I don't have to fear it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Mystic led me into the Mystery! The sense of wonder that song stirred up in me was an invitation to ask the deeper questions. It's the sense of wonder and mystery that the modern heart, I believe, longs for more than any material possession or position of power. We want always that open door, that path before us that leads to the More that we are made for. The one who no longer thirsts for answers drowns in his own Narcissian pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting answers is great, don't get me wrong; it sets us on the path to begin the walk. But those unanswered questions, those mysteries, are what keep us moving, searching, and seeking. Boy did it take me forever to learn that lesson; that life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In last Sunday's gospel, John the Baptist drew people out into the desert. They brought their questions, their ponderings and wonderings. They wanted answers to life's deepest questions. And John gave them solid answers. "What should we do?" He said to them in reply, "Whoever has two cloaks should share with the person who has none. And whoever has food should do likewise." Even tax collectors came to be baptized and they said to him, "Teacher, what should we do?" He answered them, "Stop collecting more than what is prescribed." Soldiers also asked him, "And what is it that we should do?" He told them, "Do not practice extortion, do not falsely accuse anyone, and be satisfied with your wages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was short and to the point when it came to those nitty gritty questions. But he openly admitted that he was only paving the way for Something Deeper; his water would yield to fire, his mediation would turn over to the mystical. Enter Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus doesn't always give us the straight answer. In fact, He rarely does this. In contrast to John, when questions come, Jesus simply invites us into them. "Consider this parable..." He says to the questioner. "Follow me..." He invites the inquisitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two disciples of John's followed Jesus, he turned and said to them, "What are you looking for?" They said to him, "Rabbi, where are you staying?" He said to them,"Come, and you will see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea and feel the sky.... Let your soul and spirit fly into the Mystic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;* originally posted on &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Heart of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-8479733547359546298?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/8479733547359546298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/09/into-mystic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8479733547359546298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/8479733547359546298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/09/into-mystic.html' title='Into the Mystic'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SMXUKszvG1I/AAAAAAAADbM/XiXa7hTC0mc/s72-c/vanmorrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-4388498798751365306</id><published>2008-09-08T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:46:15.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howard jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Howard Jones and the Meaning of Life *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s1600-h/howardjones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s320/howardjones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231705326286191330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howard Jones. &lt;/span&gt;This name, depending on how "old" you are, may have stirred up images unbidden to your mind, images from a faraway past; &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.uwo.ca/.%2F2006%2F01%20January%2F26%2Fpictures%2F10A%20%28hammer%29.jpg"&gt;images of parachute pants&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.liketotally80s.com/images/breakdancer-1.gif"&gt;breakdancing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd158/xoxsoccergirl_01/l_5d25d96b7dc2b55432dc95827142cb19.jpg"&gt;big hair&lt;/a&gt; (exhibit A), scenes from random movies involving, perhaps, &lt;a href="http://blog.newsweek.com/photos/levelup/images/original/John-Cusack-in-the-1989-film-_2200_Say-Anything_2C002200_-courtesy-EW.com.aspx"&gt;John Cusack&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.bagendinn.com/sean/images/baby/pinups/sean_astin06_jpg.jpg"&gt;Sean Astin&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/The-Goonies-Poster-C12961786.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ah yes, the 80's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;I grew up in the 80's and was shaped by the soundtracks of John Williams, the movies of Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, and yes, the lyrics from songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Houses, Cherry Bomb&lt;/span&gt;, and artists like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen, Journey&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Howard Jones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 80's culture wasn't all squealing guitars and bad hair you know (except maybe &lt;a href="http://blahblahblah.beloblog.com/archives/flock.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flock of Seagulls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; some bad hair). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;As in every time and place, there were human beings with the same longings and desires of the heart for love and beauty and freedom that there are today. As I re-listen to the songs I used to love, I realize that there were some profound truths whispering through the big honkin' headphones of my bi&lt;/span&gt;g clunky Walkman. &lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let he without Reboks cast the first stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/amanda_cecilia/flock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/amanda_cecilia/flock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ponder these lines from the song &lt;a href="http://www.howardjones.com/multimedia/lyrics/index.html"&gt;Everlasting Love&lt;/a&gt; by Howard J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    He wasn't looking for a pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't searching for the latest style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    He didn't want someone who walked straight off the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;She needed someone with an interior smile   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Pope John Paul II would allude to in his teaching on human sexuality as the "interior gaze" that men and women should have for one another... To see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; and not just the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parts&lt;/span&gt;... the soul and personality shining through the human body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;She wasn't looking for a cuddle in the back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't looking for a five minute thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't thinking of tomorrow or of next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;     This vacancy he meant to permanently fill   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Love is meant to be exclusive, faithful, more than a flash in the pan. Howard, you are the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then he cries out with a longing that I know echoes in my heart, and must in every heart... a longing that betrays the lies of our wounded culture that sees sex as the be all and end all of life here below. No, human love is pointing towards a Love Divine, and "Everlasting Love!" That's why we are so caught up in it in our movies and our music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I need an everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend and a lover divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;     An everlasting precious love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Wait for it, wait for it, give it some time   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow... so today, in the office or in the car, listen in to those "soft rock" stations, try and discern in the lyrics of these lovers this longing for More. We can't deny it... we are made for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with another icon of the 80's.... &lt;a href="http://www.mellencamp.com/"&gt;John Cougar Mellencamp&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A million young poets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Screamin' out their words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Those words will be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;By future generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ridin' on the highways that we built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe they'll have a better understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe they'll have a better understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;* originally posted on &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Heart of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-4388498798751365306?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/4388498798751365306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/09/howard-jones-and-meaning-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4388498798751365306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/4388498798751365306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/09/howard-jones-and-meaning-of-life.html' title='Howard Jones and the Meaning of Life *'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s72-c/howardjones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053480074473521466.post-7780346761020046212</id><published>2008-06-16T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:54:05.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>What's This All About?</title><content type='html'>In the midst of a talk this morning on the cry of the human heart for love, acclaimed author and speaker &lt;a href="http://www.theologyofthebody.com/"&gt;Christopher  West&lt;/a&gt; alluded to his deep affection for Rock and Roll. He said this music was a  direct result of the so-called sexual revolution of the 60's. In its passionate cry, it is seeking to unite the deep desires of our hearts with an "everlasting love." Too often, rather than lift up the human heart and direct Eros to its  proper end (God, the source of Love), the music falls short and stumbles into a misdirected and often fatalistic  lust. Can any one person ever fully satisfy a heart made for the infinite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we fall short, the echo of love is still there. In the immortal words of the band Extreme &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you!"&lt;/span&gt; Deep within us, the desire for  a love that truly satisfies lingers, and more, cries  out for a "forever love" ... So the Mick Jaggers, the  Springsteens, the Bonos of the world are like "Twisted Mystics" (in the  words of &lt;a href="http://www.theologyofthebody.com/"&gt;Christopher West&lt;/a&gt;). They can teach us so much, if we simply  unravel their songs, or "tweek" them just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to that music, to the songs that reach for the  stars!  The &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-thoughts-that-have-changed-my.html"&gt;Theology of the Body&lt;/a&gt; is that helper, reaching out to us, to lift up our heads.... and in these desires  for truth and love, already we can see "our redemption is near at hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053480074473521466-7780346761020046212?l=twistedmystics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/feeds/7780346761020046212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-this-all-about_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7780346761020046212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053480074473521466/posts/default/7780346761020046212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-this-all-about_16.html' title='What&apos;s This All About?'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
