tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post1126302075294102777..comments2024-03-26T02:07:02.561-04:00Comments on Vijaya Bodach: On Poverty and DetachmentVijayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07876606729146077830noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-69493344397007183662014-06-09T20:04:41.399-04:002014-06-09T20:04:41.399-04:00Faith, St. Alphonsus pointed it out to me! And of ...Faith, St. Alphonsus pointed it out to me! And of course, I had to read all the beatitudes and the last one is also in present tense ... yup, about being persecuted for the faith. Oy.<br />Vijayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07876606729146077830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-75277837131891843522014-06-06T08:10:40.577-04:002014-06-06T08:10:40.577-04:00How did I never notice before that present tense &...How did I never notice before that present tense "is"?? I am just flabbergasted by that...and my mind is reeling with all that it means. Thank you so much for pointing it out!<br />Poverty is a hard, hard virtue, but it's true that the more we meditate on death and the life to come, the easier it is. Still, it's always felt to me a little like bribing a kid with candy: "Do this hard thing, and you'll get a lollipop when you're done!" But the truth in that "is" makes it so much more meaningful: if you are poor in spirit, you already have a reward. Amazing.<br />Sorry for just over-excitedly repeating what you already said so eloquently!Faith E. Houghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03823750019164801104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-49663859819120272152014-06-06T07:52:11.038-04:002014-06-06T07:52:11.038-04:00Leandra, your day will come. My boy was born with ...Leandra, your day will come. My boy was born with cars on his brain ... <br /><br />Mirka, sometimes God's will stumps me. Of course, if an angel came to make things clear, I'd probably die of fright.<br /><br />Gary, looks like detachment is going to be a life-long exercise. Self-sacrificial joy is a little bit like writing ... the joy comes after.<br /><br />Marcia, true. I think of the desert Fathers, how they strove for this, and how people flocked to them. So much for being hidden and obscure :) Vijayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07876606729146077830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-28856921467855572052014-06-05T15:57:15.212-04:002014-06-05T15:57:15.212-04:00I love the point about a hidden and obscure life. ...I love the point about a hidden and obscure life. Of course, "hidden and obscure" can be desired for selfish reasons, too. Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10006966091789130047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-31922420202716146702014-06-03T19:59:42.047-04:002014-06-03T19:59:42.047-04:00Wonderful thoughts, and challenging. My problem is...Wonderful thoughts, and challenging. My problem is that there is so much to be attached to! One thing that helps me is reflecting on those times where I've gotten what I wanted and still wasn't happy! My greatest joy always seems to come in self-sacrifice, but I still don't learn my lesson. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03597842813227724770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-22895431056569770302014-06-03T19:28:26.130-04:002014-06-03T19:28:26.130-04:00<3 Powerful meditation.<3
I only know the ha...<3 Powerful meditation.<3<br />I only know the happiness that comes from being where and doing what I'm supposed to do. It's both common and rare.Mirka Breenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653086859905415156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221151616674180073.post-28932059049233883002014-06-03T13:59:31.920-04:002014-06-03T13:59:31.920-04:00Oh, a teenage driver! That must be nerve wrecking!...Oh, a teenage driver! That must be nerve wrecking! I don't want to even think of that day coming. But I'm sure he's a safe, responsible driver, or is learning to be on anyway! =)Leandra Wallacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00381034024025750992noreply@blogger.com