Third Sunday Year A

Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, "More light": sunlight, torchlight, candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads and the insides of refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and foot-candles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
(Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider)

While we are being strengthened in Christ Jesus and beginning to move forward in steadfast watchfulness, he at first appears in our intellect like a torch which, carried in the hand of the intellect, guides us along the tracks of the mind. Then he appears like a full moon, circling the heart's firmament. Finally, he appears to us like the sun, radiating justice, clearly revealing himself in the full light of spiritual vision.
(St Hesychios)

I think there needs to be a change of consciousness with the try to seek a higher ground. Why can't it be more representative of the way the world really is? Or is news designed just to bring bad news? I think we don't know what the bombardment of crime and violence does to our minds. I think we're in denial about it.
(Oprah Winfrey)


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