The voice of Robert Frost, a thread

"The kingdom of God is like if you didn’t have breakfast this morning—" Muslim: Ah, you kafir! I did have breakfast this morning! No wonder Christianity is dying. They can't answer the morning breakfast dilemma. Alhamdulillah!

Honestly? Hell yeah

I don’t want to be racist anymore

okay, i’m giving up the fight w the lung crud, heading to er 😞

Please pray for me, im paranoid

MY DAAAAAAAD (St Joseph)

People always eat waffles sweetly, with maple syrup, whipped cream, and berries. Waffles go great with eggs, bacon, and sriracha on top: savory waffles

Food poisoning is mostly gone just in time for me to travel today Thanks for your prayers

I like this kind of Meta narratives, when a movie knows that a genre has tropes and stories and celebrates them, instead of tearing them down.

In 1974, when I was thirteen, my father, at that time a nominal Anglican, took me in here. First he showed me the statue of St Peter to the right. People were regularly kissing the toe and I commented with a giggle that the faithful seemed to have eaten the toe. My father smiled but the point was not lost on me, the devotion with which so many millions of people must have kissed that toe, for it to have been worn away. Then we walked over to look at the altar beneath which the saint is buried. But we could barely see it because a crowd of Japanese tourists, shepherded by their tour guide, had lined up in front of it for a photo. My father walked up to the guide and said angrily "I wouldn't do that at Ise Jingu, what makes you think it's all right to do that here?" Such was his passion that, after bowing ceremoniously, they walked away without a photo. I confess I had never heard of Ise Jingu. But the thought I was left with, was that there are people who are conscious of the numinous, and those who are not. Evidently neither my father nor the tourists had any particular beliefs; and yet both understood the need to respect those who do. Thirty-five years later my father was received into the Catholic Church on his death bed. It was a slow journey, even for a clever man, but he arrived in the end, and I am grateful that, thanks in no small part to him, I reached the same point much sooner.

This appears to be a dichotomy if we take an either/or approach. Dante was both a product of his time and he was unique in the beauty and profundity of his craft and expression. Reducing man to his history obfuscates his will, and so loses the individual agent. A tapeworm theory of history that obfuscates what is exceptional of the free acts men make with what they've got to work with. Dante pierces through from the currents of history by his will, and God's grace therein.

He wasn’t

How is sleep paralysis even real lmao just go to sleep

Please pray for me, i got in an accident

The fact that this is a black Labrador, or a stomach with legs, is a pretty clear sign that the dog is WELL practiced in saying Grace

Dogs love Jesus btw

Here is MY fan casting of Scooby Doo Keanu Reeves as Fred Jones Inde Navarette as Daphne Patrick Warburton as Shaggy Kate Flannery as Velma With Brendan Gleeson voicing Scooby Doo

when people ask me what year it is: