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Before I Depart to Be No More
I have come to see with frightening clarity how brief this life is. My life is no more than a breath. Yet when I speak these words Psalm 42 rises up in me. As the deer longs for running streams so my soul longs for you my God. My days pass like mist yet something in me thirsts with a hunger that will not die. My soul thirsts for God the God of my life. Even in this brevity something eternal stirs. God’s hand has been heavy upon me. It breaks open the hardness of my heart. It
Father Charbel Abernethy
2 days ago3 min read
Reflection: The Poor Man’s Hope
“You may mock the poor man’s hope, but his refuge is the Lord.” — Psalm 13:6 (Grail translation) There is a peculiar glory hidden in the simplicity of a soul stripped of all earthly securities. The demons, unable to bear the sight of such naked trust, mock the poor man’s hope. They hiss in the silence, suggesting that his poverty of spirit is folly, that his waiting is wasted, that Providence has turned away. Yet, it is precisely in that desolate stillness that the mystery of
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 32 min read
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