Walking in the Light

Musings from a son of the Father

Now uncreated universe, illumed

By that which God hath first created, sits

In heavy silence, void of music’s touch

And want of even sighs, breathless and dumb

Till with a booming rush fall waters pure

Crystalline and bright, sparkling with life

Reflecting silent slivers of gold light

Radiant from heavenly face divine.

Such waters fell upon the new formed earth

As someday would for dumb man’s flock divide

And crash back onto hard-hearted pursuit.

Such waters fell upon the virgin world

With such volume and such velocity

As never would be seen again by man

By God or angel fair, before or aft

The righteous son of Lamech and his sons

And two by two each yet uncreat’d thing

Should for his goodness life perpetuate

And find reward in covenantal seal

Of Iris’s train, and dove with hero’s branch.

Such waters came with overwhelming roar

That even angels stared in wonder dumb

And would with wonder dumb stare once again

When selfsame water poured upon the head

Of Son of God and Savior purify

On man’s behalf t’ begin his ministry.

And God said, “Let exist the firmament

To separate these waters pure and strong”

And waters did at His command divide.

Some sat under sky, and some above

With azure color to adorn the world.

With wonder the heavenly choir broke to praise

With harp and trumpet th’ grandeur of their God

The great creator of all things fine and fair.

And God saw all the work that he had done

And felt familiar satisfaction in

His heart of love, and grandly did declare:

“This all is good, and good that thee rejoice

The beauty of the work of my fair hands.”

He smiled upon his angel hosts and beck’d

Night from her shady hideaway to emerge.

And thus the day was done, the second day

And God’s great temple closer to complete.

Dear creature of divine creation, thou

Art not so wise as thou art wont to seem.

You say that I am goddess-like in grace

And beauty, but as I have learned thus far

No man or any oth’r created thing [5]

Could challenge our Creator’s divinity.

So far below the state of goddess fair

Am I that thine words fall upon deaf ears

And ring with falsehood worst, with ignorance best.

Direct your praise and worship from meek Eve [10]

Unto He who has Eve so fair designed.

So thankest I thee, serpent, for thy praise

But must in rightness redirect thy words

To God above, to whom all glory be

And praise and adoration rightly owed. [15]

If serpent has of Knowledge’s Tree indulged

And suffered no harsh fate, then know that thou

Art creature, far below mankind, and must

By diff’rent expectations live and act.

God has decreed: should man to tempter fall [20]

And eat the fruit of Knowledge, then will man

And woman suffer long the curse of death.

If thou hast been not curst, then it be clear

That serpent lives by different rules from man

And may indulge, though man may not. Indeed [25]

No creature save but man must see and tend

To Eden’s Garden, beautiful and lush

Though beast be lower on creation’s scale

Than man. It seems quite clear, in light of this

That different regulations do apply [30]

To man and beast, so though thou ate and lived

Man surely will not live, so sayest God.

Now of thy claim that this be nothing more

Than yet another trial, then listen well.

Not yet in my whole life, brief though it be [35]

Has God instructed so, and opp’site meant.

Our God and our Creator is all good

And neither with deception nor deceit

Hast treated Adam or his humble wife.

And best thee watch thy words, beloved beast [40]

Shouldst thou attribute trickery to God

And Deity offend, then I shall pray

That thou be not stricken down by He Who Is.

So thank thee for thy words and kind intent

For trying to improve my state of life [45]

But know, dear beast, and then be on thy way

That when thy words and thy suggestions do

God’s words and God’s commandments straight oppose

Then thou art wrong, and right away conform

The products of thy tongue to God’s intents. [50]

So fare thee well, fair serpent, but I must

With gracious heart but prudent mind intact

Decline thy invitation to indulge

In th’ forbidden fruit of Knowledge’s Tree.

We live in a strange world. A world populated with creatures like the platypus, or this thing:



But nothing - NOTHING! - found in nature can compare to the weirdness that can be concocted in the human mind. To prove my point, I present to you this pinnacle of creepiness, in all its bizarre glory: GLAMOURPUSS!!!



Yes, that's right. This is a whole book full of pictures of cats with creepy wigs on them. I don't even have anything to say about it. I'm just going to let you soak it all in.


Check out this one. I like the Reba McEntire meets Bozo look he's got going on.




Or check this one out. Very Fifth Element.


Be still, my heart! If I wasn't creeped out by cats enough before, this really seals the deal.

I just don't even have any words.

Except these: if ever the was a cat that needed a wig, it's this guy.

So I'm in Milton mode. This means blank verse poetry about Creation. So I threw this together today. It's a first draft, of course, and I'll definitely polish it and probably lengthen it, but here you go.


The First Day


Sing, Angels, of the origins of light
Which does our cold world nurture and renew
With rays like benedictions, soft and warm.
Like golden kisses do the sunbeams flow
To light the once unfallen Paradise
And still to fallen man direction give
Though undeserving, through Creator’s grace.
Sing, hosts, the song of light that dances just
Beyond the grasp of reas’n or fancy fair
For how can man describe the voidless world
Before it’s premier tenant radience filled.
In deepest darkness, cold and void, the light
From blackness springs, ethereal and bright,
Light unacknowledged but by angels’ eyes
Though not in want of source, for source divine
Illuminating power does provide.
Now dark is by its opposite defined
And appellated “night”, and light named “day”.
Now God Creator saw His work was good,
For in the rays of light is darkness bann’d
And abundant nourishment for life
And source for future thriving growth produced.
In rays of light dark sin, unfathomed yet
And yet to come, as God well knew that day,
Which thrives and feeds in absence of bright Sun
Would scorchéd and obliterated be
By brilliant beams from source eternal and good.
Thus did our Lord find light acceptable
And pleasing in His holy eyes, and thus
First evening came, first morning quickly next
And so the first created day was pass’d.


This is my car.


I was shot at today on the way to lunch. Actually, not even close, a rock hit my window. But apparently I might have been shot at. There was a distinct possibility I was shot at. Or so I was told, before the police laughed at the idea I might have been shot at.

Regardless of why, I am now rocking a ghetto carriage the likes of which my subdivision has never seen. It is thug nasty.

But wait, it gets better.

This is my brother.



Why is he at the police department? Why, because he was arrested tonight, of course, as my mother and I were informed via phone call from random high school student tonight at about 10:30. Yes, that's right, just in case my life wasn't ghetto fabulous enough, my brother gets handcuffed in the middle of the stands of a high school football game and thrown into the back seat of a cop car. When we arrived at the police department, he was being detained in the interrogation room.

He said they threw him behind bars at one point.

Oh, my life is so ghetto.

But hey, it could be worse, right? My life will never be this ghetto.

On a totally different, un-ghetto-fied note, here's the hilarious image du jour:


It's capturing moments like these that makes me remember how much I love photography.



Tonight, I have a headache. I am tired. I am feeling worthless because of the ungodly number of cream puffs and eclairs I consumed. I miss my bed aka futon. I am tired of being the one in charge of things, and I am tired of being the only dependable person. I just put in a call, and the waaambulance is on its way.

Sometimes, I wish had broader shoulders.

So anyway, in the spirit of cheering up everyone who has had a bad day today, I offer you this: a realistic portrayal of the actual size of our problems:


Have a happy tomorrow, guys.




Orfeus.


I know. I didn't choose the name. Or how to spell it. Don't look at me. I'm up on my Greek Mythology, baby. And I feel like the fact that I can correctly spell "Eurydice" suggests that I can be trusted to correctly spell the name of her determined beloved.

(Please fail to note that I have not actually spelled it correctly yet. Thank you.)

And don't be tricked by that dark, angsty, Werther-meets-Tim-Burton look on his face.

Told ya. This is Orfeus with a charming girl who is not his girlfriend.


And this is him with another girl, equally charming and equally not his girlfriend.

He gets around.

Okay, all joking aside, there is a reason why I'm creepily blogging about this guy at a quarter after three in the morning. Actually, two reasons:

1) I know he does not follow this blog, and will therefore not be creeped out by his unwilling presence here, and

2) I love this guy! He's just a straight up fun, real, God-loving guy. I'm blessed enough to count him among my friends and brothers, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to show anyone who reads this blog just how thankful I am for him, and just how blessed we all are to live in a world with people like him.

He's a rare kind of guy. Oh, sure, he falls into a lot of stereotypes - he can strut and preen with the best. He's incredibly pesky that way. But he genuinely cares of people, and he genuinely cares about growing in the eyes of God and men. In a lot of ways, he's a real inspiration. You can see the joy shining in his eyes, can't you? That's something that is purely God-given.

Anyway, he's one of my household brothers, and I was just doing some reflecting on my relationships and the friends God has given me, and Orfeus particularly stood out. Who knows why - as I mentioned before, he's pesky. But he's also great.

I hope that everyone has someone like him in their life. I'm super lucky to.

Just saw the John Legend concert. It was pretty awesome – John put on a great concert. But the real treasure was the fact that he reminded me of just how important singing is to me. Anyone can sing – and everyone should. Because singing, more than any other form of music, more than any other instrument, means touching and bringing forth something that is deep inside, that is completely and uniquely and soulfully you. The tangible and the intangible marry in singing; it’s a conduit into your heart. It’s something that’s inside of you, and bigger than you at once. It’s a means of tapping into all the ecstasy of the world, and the anguish. It is one of the greatest, one of the most divine gifts given to us. Because in singing, we become someone else – someone who has the ability to express what we cannot with silence alone.

No one needs a stage, or a band, or a concert, or a career to be a singer. This gift is not reserved for the “talented”. We are all talented with this ability. Sing, friends. Sing to no one. Sing to yourself. Sing to your own spirit. If there are no songs for what you feel, do, or are, then sing aloud the song already being sung by your heart. Don’t let this gift go wasted; don’t let this opportunity fly away. When there is nothing else, when all have abandoned you and even Christ seems far away, you still have the gift of music. Use it.

This is the song that I sing today. Maybe it’s your song, today, too.


When it’s cold outside

There’s no need to worry cause I’m so warm inside

You give me peace

When the storm’s outside

Cause we’re in love I know it’ll be all right

All right it’s all right.

I know, I know, two in one hour. It's too much!


But I love this prayer so much I had to share it with whoever is looking. It's St. Patrick's Breastplate prayer, and it really awakens my masculine heart to pray it. It pumps me up, prepares me, makes me feel like I'm ready to conquer and vanquish my foes, surrounded as I am with the power of Christ in me!

So check it out. It's amazing.



I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with his baptism,
Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial,
Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension,
Through the strength of his descent for the judgment of Doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In prayers of patriarchs,
In predictions of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.

I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptations of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in multitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.

Christ to shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness,
Of the Creator of Creation.



"Jesus needs nothing but your humility and your confidence to work marvels of purification and sanctification in you. And your confidence will be in proportion to your humility, because it is to the extent that we all realize our need of Jesus that we have recourse to Him, and we sense this need to the extent that we justly realize our unworthiness.

Think of the woman of Canaan: she is a pagan, a foreigner. She asks Jesus to cure her daughter who is possessed by a demon. Jesus lets her see that since He has come for the lost sheep of Israel, He has nothing to do with her. Humbly she accepts this, which is the truth, but confidently she insists, 'Lord, come to my aid.' And Jesus shows Himself to be apparently even harder. Often He acts this way with souls to whom He wishes to grant a high place in His love, in order to test their faith. He answers her, 'The bread of the children is not to be thrown to the dogs.' The Canaanite woman then finds, in her humble confidence, this exquisitely appropriate response: 'That is true, Lord, but even the dogs eat the crumbs which fall from their master's table.' She asks no more than a crumb at the banquet of merciful love!

Jesus is conquered!

'O woman, great is your faith; be it done to you as you will': Fiat tibi sicut vis.

'You have stolen my Heart; you have stolen my will from me by your faith filled with love; I can refuse you nothing.'

Is it too much to say, after that, that confident souls steal God's omnipotence?"

-Fr. Jean C.J. d'Elbee, I Believe in Love, 37-38

I cannot identify 100 things that make me happy.


No worries, I was the firstborn child. I am in no way suffering from any kind of angst or depression. That's the middle child's damage. But it is exceedingly difficult to think of 100 things that make me happy. I got all the way up to 73, but that's it.

I'm not talking about big ideas. Just little things. Look, I'll show you the 73 that I've got.

But this is the challenge for you guys - try it. Try to sit down and write out 100 things that make you happy. I think you'll be surprised at how hard it is - and what kind of things come to mind. And if you can get it, post it. I'll be looking out for it.

Here goes:

100 Things That Make Me Happy

1) Jesus

2) My mom

3) My family of friends

4) Being out in the middle of the night

5) Watching bad movies with friends (and commenting on them)

6) Taking walks with people

7) Finishing a good book

8) Suspense (Movies, Books, TV Shows, etc.)

9) Overcast days (not rainy, just cloudy)

10) Pop Culture References

11) The smell and (especially) the sound of coffee percolating

12) Crème Brule

13) Being thought of

14) The smell of bouillon cubes

15) Dreaming

16) Doing themed things

17) Light, meaningless music

18) Laughing

19) Getting little gifts that are really simple but thoughtful

20) Pan’s Labyrinth

21) Fuzzy slipper socks

22) Socks that are right out of the dryer

23) Romantic Ideas (Not like lovey romantic but just Romanticism)

24) The cups at Charlie’s Coffee

25) Studying with people

26) Hanging out with my boys

27) Discovering songs I really, really like

28) Eating the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms

29) Wearing fun/silly T-shirts

30) Getting mail (Especially letters) or e-mail from someone

31) Poetry with really sensual, tangible language

32) LOST

33) Really colorful flowers that are growing in a totally random place

34) Coffee

35) Looking at people I love

36) Staying up late watching TV

37) Staying up all night reading a book because it’s so good you can’t put it down

38) E.L. Fudge cookies

39) Honey

40) Fruits Basket (and analyzing the characters)

41) Finishing work

42) Jigsaw Puzzles

43) Reading

44) Raw Cookie Dough

45) Pop Culture References

46) TV on DVD

47) Making cake and/or brownies

48) Lorelai Gilmore

49) Girl Scout Cookie Season

50) Hitting the Snooze Button

51) How the French word for Blueberries is Bleuets.

52) Dark chocolate

53) Meaningful Conversations

54) Milk

55) Being true to myself

56) Mawsy and Poppa

57) Hot baths

58) Bubbles

59) Slush Puppies

60) Falling asleep to a lightening storm

61) Foreign Films

62) Pomegranate Juice (Pom Wonderful)

63) Beethoven’s 9th Symphony

64) Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite

65) The Smell of Cocoa Butter

66) Finishing a hard workout, run, or plyometrics

67) Cooking something that looks AND tastes good

68) Deconstructive Reading

69) The sound of a whistling tea kettle

70) Mary

71) The Rosary

72) Smoking pipe with my boys

73) My futon

Does evil have to exist for virtue to exist?


Discuss.

Every now and then, I, like most everyone else, experience this desperate desire to relive some little fragment of my childhood. I think typically the kind of fragment varies from person to person, depending on what their childhood was like. For example, someone who had a light and whimsical childhood might like to go outside and blow bubbles every once in a while. Someone who had a lonely childhood might like to go sit inside a dark closet for several hours at a time. As for me? My childhood was...well...fat.


So I'm about to share this with you guys, but this can't get out, okay? If it did, I don't know what I'd do, how I'd survive the shame, the humiliation! But because I love you and trust you, I'm going to tell you about what I did tonight.

Please don't judge me. It was a rare moment of weakness.

Every birthday, my mom would bake me a cake. Never buy - always bake herself. From a box. Betty Crocker was an annual guest for my little Geburtstag. And every time, my mom would let me lick the beaters, dripping with cool, gooey cake batter and maybe - just maybe - she would let me scrape the big silver bowl with a spoon or a spatula for the remnants of the batter inside.

Some people would never eat raw cake batter. Eww, they say. This has raw eggs, they say. This can give you salmonella or cervical cancer, they say. I don't have a cervix anyway, and to these people, I put on my Marie Antoinette costume and shout "Let me eat cake!"

Just kidding. About the Marie Antoinette costume. I was telling the truth about not having a cervix.

I think.

Anyway, tonight, my heart had a craving for these memories (and, okay, the rest of me may have had a craving of a different sort. Sue me) and I ventured downstairs and whipped myself up a bowl full of cake batter. Throw in the bag of powder, crack in three eggs, 1 cup water, 1/3 cup Vegetable Oil.

N.B. - Yellow cake batter made with oil is far inferior to yellow cake batter made with butter. The butter in the batter make the batter become better.

So yes, I made this bowl full of bake batter. And then...

And then...

Oh, man, I can't stand it!

And then I ate it!!!!

Please don't hate me. I have a sickness.

Okay, giving this whole more than one picture thing a try.



That's one.


That's two

Okay, we're gettin there

And thirty minutes after I posted, the winner is Ashley! I am seriously impressed - that was wicked fast! Just let me know what the most convenient way to get that gift certificate to you is, and I'll hop right on it.

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Keep an eye out, guys. I'll keep poppin contests up every now and then, just to keep you on your toes!

It's easy - first person to get these three questions right wins a $25 gift certificate to BAMBU Asian Grill and Sushi Bar in New Orleans!!!!

Ready? Here they come:

1) Which famous Catholic Southern writer died of lupus in 1964?
2) Complete the lyrics to this somewhat famous 1990's theme song:

Well she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina,
She's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize,
She'll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China...
____________________________________________

3) What is the name of this painting: http://inlinethumb04.webshots.com/4035/1104657372021399146S600x600Q85.jpg

Okay guys, time to put your web-sleuthing to the test. Remember, the first person to answer all three questions correctly wins a $25 gift certificate to BAMBU Asian Grill and Sushi Bar in New Orleans, compliments (sort of) of Restaurant.com! Yes, it's legit.

I'm here for you.

Let the games begin!

Get excited!
Tell your friends!
Bust out the noise makers!

Because tomorrow, Wednesday, I'm breaking out the first ever Walkin' in the Light SUPER DUPER QUIZ CONTEST CHALLENGE!!!!

You'll laugh! You'll cry! You'll win fabulous prizes (for real!) So get ready, folks, cause here it comes!!!

GET JAZZED!!!

(This has been a public service announcement preparing you for EPIC FUN. We will now return to our regular programming. Thank you)


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This is Funshine Bear.

He's one of my household brothers. I made up that name for him, Funshine Bear. Here's the thing - it fits him perfectly! He's got this really infectious, toothy grin, and such a fun-loving demeanor. He's awesome.

Here's the other thing - I've come to love Funshine Bear a lot. He's just got a really great, really young, really loving and passionate heart. It was his birthday party yesterday, so we drove up to see him, and after not having seen him for a while, it just did my heart good to hang out with him a little bit.

I have a lot of great Funshine stories. I'll just post 'em as they come up, huh?

In conclusion, he's a pretty special kid. He's kind of like the little brother I never had...


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This is the little brother I have.

So we had game night tonight at the ever-beautiful Therese's, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to snap some shots of all the great people in my life. Plus, nothing's better than board games!

Except Creme Brulee.

And Jesus.

But that's about it.

Anyway, here are some of them - and again, emphasis on the SOME - in all their radiant glory!



This is MarMar. She reminds me a lot of Giselle. You know, from Enchanted. She's one of Therese's little sisters. She laughs a lot. It's always great to hang out with MarMar. She's definitely a day-brightener. This is before the gaming began.




Al, stealing the focus as usual. She's a stinker. Notice how perplexed or suspicious Laura looks. We're a bunch of cheaters. You gotta stay on your A-game as far as keeping an eye out goes.




Therese gets so intense. She's really into Madgab at this point. Fun fact: We never play Madgab with her, because she's memorized the cards.

I'm telling you. A-game.

But she can't help being gorgeous.



I know, I know. What can I do? Just because he's my best friend, that doesn't mean I take responsibility for his actions, does it? Like getting on the ground and playing with the dirty animals.

Smelling them.

Rubbing his head on them.

What can you do? You just gotta live and let live...

Oh, and the redhead's okay, too.

Yes, that's right. I gave in. I started a blog. I resisted - oh, not violently, but yes, I resisted - the temptation to jump on the bandwagon, but yeah, here I am. Sitting on the bandwagon, just like everyone else.

Finished training at Chili's today. Time to start waiting tables. Oh, except yesterday, when the manager made the schedule, I hadn't finished training yet, so I'm not on the schedule for another week...but I can try to pick up shifts. Hopefully someone will need off in the coming time. Whatever. I'll just roll with it.

Going to Mass tonight. I didn't get to make it yesterday, and for some reason I felt it a lot more acutely. So I'm pretty pumped.

I'll let you know how it goes. I have high expectations. ^_^