Hosea

Come back to me with all your heart, DON'T LET FEAR KEEP US APART. Trees do bend, though straight and tall; so must we to others call. Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

The wilderness will lead you to your HEART WHERE I WILL SPEAK. Integrity and justice with tenderness you shall know.

Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

You shall sleep secure with peace; faithfulness will be your joy. Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

-A song inspired by second chapter of the Old Testament book, Hosea.

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Trumpeters of Mercy

Fruits of marang budding from a tree looks like a man talking by a microphone.
First, take the log out of your own eye; then you will see clearly, so that you can remove the splinter from your brother's eye! - Matthew 7:5.

The log and the splinter: which is of bigger chunk?

Since clerical irreverence to the Holy Eucharist is the cause of the sprouting of new evils in our locality, what should a priest speak about in his homilies?

Because when you (note: this is addressed to the clergy) preach against "splinters," but you have a log to take out on first.

Have we returned to the Traditional Latin Mass which is the Ultimate Will of Heaven to set our place aright?

Not yet.

Should you preach against yourselves?

Of course, not.

Be silent, then, on those matters -- but busy your tongues on the Divine Mercy that is the Holy Eucharist.

Sinners are enraptured to hear God's Mercy -- as you, too, need this Great Mercy.

The sounds of the pulpits are not "clashing cymbals" but of Divine Love and Mercy.
If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. - 1 Corinthians 13:1.

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