At the back of the Church there was another seminarian, this one was a former Anglican, who is married with children. Tonight he had his small daughter with him, a nice one year old who cooed contentedly during Mass. I heard her occasionally but didn't see her until after Mass, when her dad brought her into the house, it was beautiful to see her father with her, his love for her and her trust in him. It would have been beautiful to watch him praying and nursing his daughter.
They were externally quite dissimilar, internally both illuminated by the same desire for God.
The beauty of the Church is primarily seen its people where we glimpse something of the beauty of God, at the top of this is Michael Voris video on beauty, he is talking the Church's rich heritage of artistic beauty, what an earlier age without condemnation would have described as 'artificial beauty' or the 'beauty of artifice'.
I feel so fortunate as priest being surrounded by so much which is truly beautiful, the other night I had dinner with a couple who were so obviously deeply in love who together were trying cope with the tragic death of their son. That too was beautiful. As was the way our sacristan had prepared and laid out my vestments for vigil of Saint Laurence.
It is too easy to make distinctions between natural beauty and artificial beauty both emanate from God.
I watched this film after Mass, there are some interesting Concilliar themes from 1944, again there are moments of tear jerking beauty in it.
I watched this film after Mass, there are some interesting Concilliar themes from 1944, again there are moments of tear jerking beauty in it.
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