Gratitude

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• From Saint Thomas Aquinas Collection (22 Books) (2016)

  2. As the blood was carried by the High Priest into the Holy of Holies, so the souls of the just after this life, by the kindness of our Lord, are taken to Heaven. So the lilies which the Spouse gathers in His garden are the souls that love Him. 3. This blood, carried by the Priest into the Holy of Holies, availed for the remission of the sins of the living; that is to say, the souls of the Blessed with God pray for the forgiveness of our sins, who are yet exiles and pilgrims in the world. The Saints offer their prayers for us to our Lord, and He offers them to His Father, that we may be forgiven and brought safely to our home. The Voice of the Holy Ghost (1) About the form in three ways; 1. The ancient oblations were types; If all the multitude of Israel shall be ignorant, and through ignorance shall do that which is against the commandment of the Lord, and afterwards shall understand their sin, they shall offer for their sin a calf, and shall bring it to the door of the tabernacle. Lev. 4:13, 14. 2. The truth of the human form; He shall be led as a sheep to the slaughter, and shall be dumb as a lamb before his shearers. Is. 53:7. He was offered because it was His own will. Is. 53:7. Who needeth not daily, as the other priests, to offer sacrifices first for his own sin, and then for the people’s; for this He did once in offering Himself. Heb. 7:27. 3. The species of bread and wine; The Lord hath sworn, and He will not repent: Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech. Ps. 109:4. Whilst they were at supper Jesus took bread, and blessed and broke, and gave to His disciples, and said, Take ye, and eat; this is My Body. And taking the chalice He gave thanks, and gave to them, saying, Drink ye all of this. For this is My Blood of the new testament, which shall be shed for many for the remission of sins. St. Matt. 26:26, 27. (2) The sacrifices of the law; 1. and 2. The difficulty about them; Your holocausts are not acceptable, nor are your sacrifices pleasing to Me. Jer. 6:20. If any one of the people of the land shall sin through ignorance, doing any of those things that by the law of the Lord are forbidden, and offending, and shall come to know his sin, he shall offer a she-goat without blemish; … and the priest shall burn it on the altar for a sweet savour to the Lord, and he shall pray for him, and it shall be forgiven him. Lev. 4:27–31. It is impossible that with the blood of oxen and goats sins should be taken away. Heb. 10:4.

• From Saint Thomas Aquinas Collection (22 Books) (2016)

  CHRYSOSTOM. (Hom. lxxv. 1) When He had cleansed His disciples by the sacrifice of His passion, and their sins were remitted, and they were sent forth to dangers and trials, it was necessary that they should receive the Holy Spirit abundantly. But they were made to wait some time for this gift, in order that they might feel the want of it, and so be the more grateful for it when it came. 14:18–2118. I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. 19. Yet a little while, and the world seeth me no more: but ye see me: because I live, ye shall live also. 20. At that day ye shall know that I am in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you. 21. He that hath my commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth me: and he that loveth me shall be loved of my Father, and I will love him, and will manifest myself to him. AUGUSTINE. (Tr. lxxv. 1) That no one might think, because our Lord was about to give the Holy Spirit, that He would therefore not be present Himself in Him, He adds, I will not leave you comfortless. The Greek word ὀρφανοὶ signifies “wards.” Although then the Son of God has made us the adopted sons of the Father, yet here He Himself shews the affection of a Father towards us. CHRYSOSTOM. (Hom. lxxv. 1) At the first He said, Whither I go ye shall come; but as this was a long time off, He promises them the Spirit in the interval. And as they knew not what that was, He promises them that they most desired, His own presence, I will come to you: but intimates at the same time that they are not to look for the same kind of presence over again: Yet a little while, and the world seeth Me no more: as if He said, I will come to you, but not to live with you every day as I did before. And, I will come to you alone, He says, thus preventing any inconsistency with what He had said to the Jews: Henceforth ye shall not see Me.

• From Self (1996)

  nineteen independent colleges or universities across The purpose of the study was to determine the relation- standard measure of self-concept and withdrawal among students who lack the traditional academic predictors of success. This was not a study to support any specific theory, although it has rious implications for theoretical research. It was intended, rather, ribute to recommendations for policy formation and action. As was a decision-oriented study, a strategy for management of support- vices was explored in terms of the possible restructuring, redis- , and reallocation of resources and servicts among “high risk" Students who were more likely to "drop out" of the HEOP programs. An analysis of the data reveated no significant relationships between this measure of self-concept and two measures of academic persistence, which Suggests that current HEOP policies and programs are equally successful regardless of student self-concept, as measured by the Tennessee Self- Concept Scale. The implications of these findings, in light of other 2 institutional variables that were assessed in the study, are discussed. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Undertaking a study of this scope and complexity required a very special commitment by those who participated. We wish to acknowledge all of the students who comprised this sample and to especially congratulate those who graduated. Without the devotion of the HEOP project directors, it would have been impossible to collect not only the initial data, but also the annual data collected over six years. Also without the continual support of University College of Syracuse University and the New York State Education Department, Bureau of Higher Education Opportunity Programs, this study woulc® not have been. Mr. Ronald Kalinowki provided special assistance with the computer program and analysis. Two graduate assistants were especially helpful in the final preparation of the manuscript. Both Lorraine Arden and Casey Cleary provided invaluable assistance. And finally, we thank Mrs. Jane Frost who provided the technical assistance in preparing the final manuscript. LDM Preface For nearly fifteen years, University College, the Continuing Education College at Syracuse University, has been involved in providing special admission and supportive services to adult students who are from finan- cial and educational backgrounds which would otherwise prohibit access to and success in higher education. These services have. been provided through a special state funded Higher Educational Opportunity Program, one of the few available to part-time students. Over that period of time a great deal has been learned about causes of attrition as well as the supportive services which facilitate retention. However, what was not known is why some HEOP students persist to graduation while others do not, despite common educational and finan- cial backgrounds. This study of full-time students in HEOP programs across the state attempted to determine whether there was a prior non-academic influence which might permit colleges and universities to adjust their opportunity program operations to increase retention as well as graduation rates. It is in the spirit of improving the quality and efficiency of educa-

• From Saint Thomas Aquinas Collection (22 Books) (2016)

  c. It keeps us in grace; The bread of the needy is the life of the poor. Ecclus. 34:25. I will satisfy her poor with bread. Ps. 131:15. I will praise Thee for ever. Ps. 51:11. Every day will I bless Thee; and I will praise Thy name for ever, yea for ever and ever. Ps. 144:2. Thanksgiving Thou, Jesus, art the incorruptible Ark of the Covenant. By Thee and with Thee we are kept from sin and from everlasting death. I bless and praise Thee for Thine own holiness, and for the holiness Thou givest to Thy servants. Give me more love, dear Jesus, and more cleanness of heart, and bring me safely to the incorruptible kingdom where Thou dost ever dwell. There no rust consumes, and there no moth destroyeth. There all souls are bright with the fire of the love of God. Thou hast now come to me in Thy Holy Sacrament, that I may be strengthened for my journey to Thy home. Thou didst give corn to the brethren of Joseph in Egypt. Lead me into the lowest places, that by humility I may be pleasing to Thee. There, Jesus, give to me the corn of the elect, that I may praise Thee always as I am praising Thee now. Thou dost ever gird me with strength. Thou dost feed me with the Bread of Heaven, that I may feel no longing for the food of earth. I am needy; Thou, Jesus, art my bread. I am poor; Thou, Jesus, art my life. In Thy light, O Word of the Father, I shall see light. For all this I thank Thee and love Thee, and give Thee the praise of my heart. X About the form of the gift, namely, that it is given under the appearance of wheaten breadC. Our Lord gives us Himself under the species of wheaten bread, and not of any other kind of bread; and He does this for three reasons. (1) First, this kind of grain has a natural superiority over all other kinds, as may be proved by three things: 1, it is the purest; 2, it is most commonly used for bread; 3, it is most nutritious for the body. 1. This kind is the only kind that reaches perfection. Wheaten bread is bread simply and absolutely, because of its great purity and perfection. 2. The grain of wheat is most commonly used for bread, because it agrees with the whole and the sick. Nay, it best suits birds and beasts, for they eat it more readily than other kinds. Therefore wheaten bread is truly bread, because of its worth and common usefulness.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  Do you know it, Thomas, do you know it?” "Yes, yes!" said the senator with a dismissive gesture. But with the strange tactlessness that became more and more apparent in Christian over the years and didn't let him think about that This argument was felt embarrassingly by the whole table, that it was out of place in this environment and on this evening, he continued to describe the ill condition after excessive consumption of Swedish punch until he thought he had characterized it exhaustively and gradually fell silent. Before moving on to butter and cheese, the Consul once again spoke for a short speech to her family. If not everything, she said, has turned out as the years have shortsightedly and unwisely wished for, there still remains plenty of visible blessings to fill hearts with gratitude. Just the change fromhappiness and severe visitation shows that God has never withdrawn his hand from the family, but that he has guided and is directing their fate according to deep and wise intentions, which one should not dare to fathom impatiently. And now, with hearts of hope, let us toast the well-being of the family, its future, the future that will be there when the old and the elderly among those present have long been resting in the cool earth... to the children who today's festival really belongs ... And since director Weinschenk's little daughter was no longer around, little Johann had to parade around the table alone, while the older ones drank among themselves, to toast with everyone from grandmother down to Mamsell Severin. When he came to his father, the senator, bringing his glass to the child's, gently lifted Hanno's chin to look into his eyes... He did not find his eyes; because Hanno's long, golden-brown eyelashes had drooped deep, deep, down to the delicate bluish shadow around his eyes. Therese Weichbrodt, however, grasped his head with both hands, kissed him on each cheek with a soft cracking noise, and said with an emphasis so heartily that God could not resist her: "Be happy, you good Kend!" - An hour later Hanno was lying in his bed, which was now in the antechamber, which is accessible from the corridor on the second floor entered from, and which on the left was adjoined by the senator's dressing-room. He lay on his back, out of consideration for his stomach, which had by no means reconciled itself with everything he had had to receive in the course of the evening, and looked with excited eyes at good Ida, who, already in the night jacket, came out of her room and described stirring circular movements in the air with a glass of water in front of her. He drank the fizzy soda quickly, grimaced, and fell back. "I think I'm really going to throw up now, Ida." "Oh, Hannochen. Just lie still on your back... But do you see? Who waved at you multiple times?

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  »I'm a poor man, gentlemen, I'm a poor man, but I'm feeling hard, and the happiness and joy of my lord, Kunsel Buddenbrook, which is no longer good to me west, that's close to me, and so I'm fine came to congratulate Mr. Kunsel and Ms. Kunsulin and the whole esteemed Fomili with a full heart, and that the child may thrive, because that is yours before God and the people, and such a gentleman, as Kunsel Buddenbrook, giwt that's not veele, that's a noble gentleman, and the Lord God will reward him for everything ..." "So, Grossleben! Dat hewn Be beautiful blessed! Many thanks ook, Grobleben! What do you want with the roses?" But Grobleben isn't over yet, he strains his whiny voice and drowns out the Consul's. »… Lord God will reward him for all this, segg me, him and the whole esteemed Fomili, if that's the case, and if we stare at your traffic jams, because one day we'll all have to go to hell, poor and riek, that's sin holy will and decree, one gets a fine polished coffin of thin wood, and the other gets a big box, we all have to warn everyone about dew rot, we have to warn everyone about dew rot, dew rot ... dew rot ...! « "Nah, Grossleben! We've got a baptism, and be with a moder!..." "And we'd like some flowers," concludes Grobleben. “Thank you, Grobleben! That's a lot of tau veel! What hebb'm Sei sik dat costs late, Minsch! And a word like that, hew, I don't hear it for a long time!... Well, here! Maken be a happy Dag!' And the Consul puts his hand on his shoulder, giving him a thaler. "There, good man!" says the old Consul. “Do you also love your Savior?” "The hew ick von Harten leiw, Fru Kunselin, that's so woahr ...!" And Grobleben also receives a thaler from her, and then a third from Madame Permaneder, whereupon he withdraws with scratching feet and the roses, as far as they are left don't lie on the carpet, take it with you in your thoughts... ... Now the mayor has left - the consul has escorted him down to the carriage - and that is the sign of farewell for the other guests as well, because Gerda Buddenbrook needs to be taken care of. It's getting quiet in the rooms. The old consul with Tony, Erika and Mamsell Jungmann are the last. "Yes, Ida," says the Consul, "I thought to myself - and my mother agrees - you once nursed us all, and when little Johann is a little older... now he still has the wet nurse, and she will be taken care of a nanny might be needed, but would you like to move over to us then?" "Yes, yes, Herr Consul, and if that's all right with your wife..." Gerda is also satisfied with this plan, and so the suggestion has already become a decision.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  Because we know well how difficult it is to believe with all your soul that the whole dear sweet Jesus is mine, because our earthly little weak heart..." After three pages the Consul wrote an "Amen," but the pen kept gliding, it slid with a delicate noise over many a page, it wrote of the precious spring that refreshes the weary wanderer, of the holy blood-dripping wounds of the savior, of the narrow and of the broad way, and of God's great glory. It cannot be denied that after this or that sentence the consul felt the inclination to put down his pen, to go in to his wife, or to go to the office. But how! Did he soon tire of conferring with his Creator and Sustainer? What a robbery of Him, the Lord, to stop by writing even now... No, no, as punishment for his impious lusts, he quoted longer passages from the Holy Scriptures, prayed for his parents, Crossing one leg over the other, he slowly leafed back through the notebook, reading here and there a passage of the dates and reflections that were found there from his hand, and once again gratefully rejoicing in the knowledge, as always and in of all danger God's hand visibly blessed him. He'd had smallpox so bad that everyone was saying he wouldn't live, but he'd been saved. Once, when he was a boy, he had witnessed the preparations for a wedding, at which much beer was brewed (for it was the old custom of brewing beer in-house), and at that end a large brewing tub stood erected before the door . Well, it struck down and the bottom side on the boy, with such a bang and such force that the neighbors came out and the six of them had enough to do, to set it up again. His head was bruised, and the blood ran profusely down all his limbs. He was carried into a shop, and as there was still a little life in him, was sent to the doctor and surgeon. But the father was told to submit to God's will, it was impossible for the boy to survive... And now listen: Almighty God blessed the means and helped him to perfect health again! - When the Consul had experienced this misfortune again in his mind, he took up his pen again and wrote behind his last Amen: "Yes, Lord, I will praise you forever!" Another time, when he came to Bergen when he was very young, God saved him from a great flood.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  The Consul will never forget the handshake with which good Doctor Grabow said to him four weeks ago when he was able to leave mother and child said: "Be thankful, dear friend, it would not have been amiss..." The consul did not dare to ask, which would not have been amiss. He dismisses with horror the thought that this tiny creature, long awaited in vain, which was born so strangely silently, almost happened like Antonia's second little daughter... But he knows that it was a despair for mother and child Hour was four weeks ago, and he bends down happily and tenderly to Gerda, who, her patent-leather shoes crossed on a velvet cushion, is leaning in an armchair in front of him and next to the old Consul. How pale she still is! And how strangely beautiful in her pallor, with her heavy auburn hair, and her enigmatic eyes resting on the preacher with a certain veiled moquerie. It is Herr Andreas Pringsheim, pastor marianus , who, after old Kölling's sudden death at a young age, was promoted to main pastor. He holds his hands fervently, clasped just below his raised chin. He has blond, short-curly hair and a bony, clean-shaven face whose facial expressions alternate between fanatical seriousness and bright transfiguration and appear a little theatrical. He comes from Franconia, where for some years he has tended a small Lutheran congregation in the midst of all Catholics, and his dialect, in the pursuit of pure and pathetic pronunciation, has become a completely peculiar way of speaking, with long and dark or abruptly accented vowels and an on become the teeth rolling r... He praises God in a low, rising, or strong voice, and the family listens to him: Mrs. Permaneder, wrapped in a dignified seriousness that conceals her delight and pride; Erika Grünlich, now almost fifteen, a strong young girl with her pigtails up and her father's rosy complexion, and Christian, who arrived this morning from Hamburg and lets his deep-set eyes wander from one side to the other... Pastor Tiburtius and his wife did not shy away from the journey from Riga to be present at the celebration: Sievert Tiburtius, who held the ends of his long, thin whiskers over both shoulders and whose small, gray eyes widen in an unexpected way here and there, get bigger and bigger, bulge out, almost jump out ... and Klara, who looks dark, serious and stern and sometimes raises a hand to her head , for that's where it hurts... By the way, they brought the Buddenbrooks a splendid present: a mighty, erect, stuffed, gaping brown bear, which a relative of the pastor shot somewhere in inner Russia, and which now, with a business-card tray between its paws, down in the forecourt. The Krögers have their Jürgen visiting, the postman from Rostock: a simply dressed, quiet person.

• From Saint Thomas Aquinas Collection (22 Books) (2016)

  O Eternal Father, Thou hast set me here to try me and prove me, and Thou hast given me a work to do. For this I thank Thee and bless Thee and praise Thee. In all sorrow and in all pain, in the light of our eyes and in the gladness of life, Thou dost wisely and sweetly order all things from one end of the world to the other. Thou dost wisely and sweetly order all things about me. I am poor and weak and blind; but Thou hast always thought of me Thy child, and Thou hast always loved me, and lovest me now, with an everlasting love. However great my sufferings may be in body or in mind, keep me in Thy peace, and give me grace always to be stayed on Thee. Whatever loneliness or dread or shadows of terror may come to me, Thy hand holds me, and Thy right hand guides me. Thou art blessed in all that Thou givest, and blessed in all that Thou dost not give, and blessed in all that Thou takest away. O most loving Father, though Thou shouldest slay me, I will trust Thee. Now I thank Thee for this living Bread which I have received. The crumbs from the table of Thy Son are more precious than all the feasts and riches of the world. Thou hast given me Thy Son; Thou hast given me Thy Holy Spirit. O my Father and my God, what a giver Thou art! But who am I that Thou shouldest be mindful of me, and what am I that Thou shouldest regard me? I am Thy child, and Thou art the Father who made me for Thyself. Thou hast been my Father from eternity: and beneath me are Thy everlasting arms. With all my heart and all my soul and all my strength I give thanks and love and praise to Thee. Thou art the unbeginning fountain of the Godhead. Thou art the principle of Thy uncreated Son, and with Him Thou art the principle of Thy uncreated Spirit. O Father, I love Thee. PART III THE THIRD THING TO BE CHIEFLY NOTED IS THE MIRACLES OF ALMIGHTY GOD WORKED ABOUT THE MOST HOLY SACRAMENT XI About the three miracles that are wrought in consecrationTHE miracles worked about the Blessed Sacrament are signs or wonders of the power of God. They are to be considered in three ways: A, in the consecration of our Lord’s Body; B, in its possession; C, in its reception. For, first, we consecrate it; then we possess it; then we receive it. In this Meditation and the next we consider, A, the three miracles of consecration. In the Thirteenth Meditation we consider, B, the three miracles of possession. In the Fourteenth Meditation we consider, C, the three miracles of reception.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  Very political… Perfectly gentlemanly .” "Herr Marcus," said the Consul, "my dear Herr Marcus!" And she gave him her hand, the palm of which she turned wide and which he took slowly, with a considered and courteous sideways glance. "I asked you up... You know what this is about and I know you agree with us. In his testamentary disposition, my late husband expressed the wish that after his death you no longer wished to place your faithful, tried and tested strength in the service of the company as a foreign employee, but as a partner..." "Certainly, Frau Consul, of course," said Herr Marcus. "I sincerely ask that you be convinced that I appreciate with gratitude the honor that lies in this offer to my person, for the funds that I am able to bring to the company are only too small. I know of nothing better to do before God and man than to gratefully accept your offer and that of your son.« "Yes, Marcus, then I thank you very much for your willingness to take on a part of the great responsibility which might be too heavy for me." Thomas spoke quickly and lightly, extending his hand across the table to his associé, for the two had long since agreed, and all this was a formality. "Kumpanie is Lumperie ... well, you two will ruin the snack!" said Consul Kröger. 'Now let's go through the circumstances, children. I only have to watch out for my ward's dowry here; I don't care about the rest. Do you have a copy of the will, Bethsy? And you, Tom, a little rollover?' "I have that in mind," said Thomas, and as he moved his golden crayon on the tabletop and, leaning back, gazed across at the landscape room, began to explain the state of affairs... The thing was, the Consul's estate was greater than any man had imagined. His eldest daughter's dowry had of course been lost, and the losses suffered by the company when it went bankrupt in Bremen in 51 had been a heavy blow. And also the year 48 as well as the current year 55 with their unrest and war had brought losses. But the Buddenbrook part the Kröger legacy of 400,000 Kurantmarks had amounted to a full 300,000, since Justus used up a lot in advance, and although Johann Buddenbrook had constantly complained in the manner of a merchant, the losses had been offset by an approximately fifteen-year earnings of 30,000 thalers Kurant. The assets, apart from every property, amounted to a round figure of 750,000 marks current. Even Thomas, with all insight into the course of business, had been left in the dark about this amount by his father, and while the consul received the number with calm discretion, while Tony looked straight ahead with the most lovely and uncomprehending dignity and yet an anxious doubt from her face, which expressed: Is that a lot too? Very much? Are we rich people too?...

• From Blue Like Jazz (2003)

  I think it will be something true and beautiful. If you haven’t done it in a while, pray and talk to Jesus. Ask Him to become real to you. Ask Him to forgive you of self-addiction, ask Him to put a song in your heart. I can’t think of anything better that could happen to you than this. Much love to you and thanks for listening to us sing. Acknowledgments THANK YOU, KATHY HELMERS, FOR YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT and help in getting this book to a publisher, and to Lee and Alice and the rest of the crew at Alive for their generous hearts and diligent work. Much gratitude to the people at Thomas Nelson for rolling the dice; those people are Brian, Jonathan, Kyle, Ashley, Pamela, Laurie, Belinda, Blythe, Amy, Danielle, Kathleen, Carol, Andrea, Paula, Tina, Louetta, Kristen, Jenny, Deonne, and interns Stacey and Sarah. And thanks to the rest of that great crew at Thomas Nelson including the huge sales staff on the road who don’t get thanked enough. Also thanks to media trainer Joel Roberts. My friends gave their lives to me and then kindly let me write about our relationships, which was something vulnerable and giving, so thanks to Tony, Penny, Laura, Andrew the Protester, Rick, Mark the Cussing Pastor, Les, the Tunnell family, Wes and Maja Bjur, Paul and Danielle, Mike, Josh, Jeremy, Heather, Kurt, Curtis, Mitch, Simon, Trevor, Michael, Stacy, Diane, Wes, Grant, Julie the Canadian, Matt and Julie Canlis, Rachel Clifton for being the second mom to so many of us, the guys at Graceland, and the guys at Testosterhome too. Also, the people I love at Imago-Dei Community and my family. Thanks Josh, Gregg, and Sono for giving me a start. And to John and Terri MacMurray, who were like family away from family. Thanks Wes and Maja for letting me live in your attic for so long and as always for your love and kindness. Thanks, Peter Jenkins, for your drawings, and Steve Harmon, for author shots, video stuff, and encouragement. Thanks, David Allen, for your work on cover comps. I owe you one. Thanks to Tony’s grad class at Multnomah for reading the manuscript and giving encouragement; those folks are Shemaiah, Lindsey, Toby, Steve, and Nicole. Thanks to James Prior for bringing me so often to San Fran and for your friendship. This book was written at Common Ground, Palio, Horse Brass Pub, the downtown coffee shops including Seattle’s Best, Vista Springs, and a few others I can’t remember, but thanks to these fine establishments for their good coffee and beer. Thanks to trimet for getting me around.

• From Blue Like Jazz (2003)

  Iven started taking a group to a local homeless shelter to feed the poor, and he often had to turn students away because the van wouldn’t hold more than twenty or so. We held an event called Poverty Day where we asked students to live on less than three dollars a day to practice solidarity with the poor. More than one hundred students participated. Penny spoke in Vollum Lounge on the topic of poverty in India, and more than seventy-five students came. Before any of this, our biggest event had about ten people. We hosted an evening where we asked students to come and voice their hostility against Christians. We answered questions about what we believed and explained our love for people, for the hurting, and we apologized again for our own wrongs against humanity and asked for forgiveness from the Reed community. We enjoyed the new friendships we received, and at one time had four different Bible studies on campus specifically for people who did not consider themselves Christians. We watched a lot of students take a second look at Christ. But mostly, we as Christians felt right with the people around us. Mostly we felt forgiven and grateful. Sometime around two or three in the morning, the night we took confessions, I was walking off the campus with my monk robe under my arm, and when I got to the large oak trees on the outskirts of the font lawn, I turned and looked at the campus. It all looked so smart and old, and I could see the lights coming out of the Student Center, and I could hear the music thumping. There were kids making out on the lawn and chasing each other down the sidewalks. There was laughing and dancing and throwing up. I felt very strongly that Jesus was relevant in this place. I felt very strongly that if He was not relevant here then He was not relevant anywhere. I felt very peaceful in that place and very sober. I felt very connected to God because I had confessed so much to so many people and had gotten so much off my chest and I had been forgiven by the people I had wronged with my indifference and judgmentalism. I was going to sit there for a little while, but it was cold and the grass was damp. I went home and fell asleep on the couch and the next morning made coffee and sat on the porch at Graceland and wondered whether the things that happened the night before had actually happened. I was out of the closet now. A Christian. So many years before I had made amends to God, but now I had made amends to the world. I was somebody who was willing to share my faith. It felt kind of cool, kind of different. It was very relieving. 12 Church How I Go Without Getting Angry IT SHOULD BE SAID I AM AN INDEPENDENT PERSON.

• From Love & Sex: A Christian Guide to Healthy Intimacy (2018)

  Vanessa is feeling resistant to really joining the healing process. Resistance is all around us and most of us have to take a hard look at how we are resisting the very things that could actually help us heal. It’s not Olivia’s job to heal the women in the group; she simply invites them and it is their decision if they are going to join in or not. God is inviting you into a healing process as well. Take a few minutes and write your answers to the following questions. 1.​Which woman do you relate to and why? 2.​Have you avoided closeness? Or do you feel anxious if there has been a disruption in closeness? 3.​What makes getting close to others frightening? 4.​Are you like Angie, in that you believe if you could get rid of a person in your life all would be well? Or perhaps, if you could get rid of your husband, all would be well? Try to explain your thinking. SEVEN The Guys’ Group James asked Ted if he would be willing to lead a group of young men, that he was mentoring, into sexual wholeness. Since Ted was retired, he had pretty much made mentoring his mission in life. Ted led several groups and happily agreed to add one more to his “retirement life,” jokingly adding he was busier in retirement than when he ran a large counseling clinic. Ted had been James’s therapist and group leader for the last three years and because of the work he did with Ted, he felt like a new man. Ted knew when to push and when to give love. Ted struck that needed balance of being relational and warm, but not willing to put up with the lies and excuses. James experienced both. He knew Ted loved him like a son and yet wasn’t hesitant to get into James’s face if he was lying or minimizing the impact of his sexual behaviors. Ted encouraged him to face and deal with his Family of Origin (FOO) issues, which James admitted he totally wanted to minimize and deny. But Ted wouldn’t have it and pushed until James got real. And it was Ted who held him like a toddler when he finally grieved the abuse and neglect. Ted was the medicine and mentor James needed to break the stronghold of sexual addiction. Now James wanted these four young men he had grown close with to experience the same thing—freedom. He didn’t want them to nearly destroy their marriages and futures the way he had. As James reflected on what recovery meant to him, gratitude filled his thoughts. In retrospect, he wouldn’t change a thing. The trauma from childhood, the hell he and Kaycie went through—it all had led them to recovery. And recovery felt good. He and Kaycie did the hard work and now they could see different fruit growing on the tree of their lives.

• From The Hours (1998)

  Donna Lee and Cristina Thorson remain essential in more ways than I can enumerate here. Three Lives and Company, a bookstore owned and operated by Jill Dunbar and Jenny Feder, is a sanctuary and, to me, the center of the civilized universe. It has for some time been the most reliable place to go when I need to remember why novels are still worth the trouble they take to write. I received a residency from the Engelhard Foundation and a grant from the Mrs. Giles Whiting Foundation, both of which mattered considerably. I am deeply grateful to all. A Note on Sources While Virginia Woolf, Leonard Woolf, Vanessa Bell, Nelly Boxall, and other people who actually lived appear in this book as fictional characters, I have tried to render as accurately as possible the outward particulars of their lives as they would have been on a day I’ve invented for them in 1923. I depended for information on a number of sources, most prominently two magnificently balanced and insightful biographies: Virginia Woolf: A Biography by Quentin Bell, and Virginia Woolf by Hermione Lee. Also essential were Virginia Woolf: The Impact of Childhood Sexual Abuse on Her Life and Work by Louise de Salvo, Virginia Woolf by James King, Selected Letters of Vanessa Bell edited by Regina Marler, Woman of Letters: A Life of Virginia Woolf by Phyllis Rose, A Marriage of True Minds: An Intimate Portrait of Leonard and Virginia Woolf by George Spater and Ian Parsons, and Beginning Again: An Autobiography of the Years 1911 to 1918 and Downhill All the Way: An Autobiography of the Years 1919 to 1939, by Leonard Woolf. A chapter on Mrs. Dalloway in Joseph Boone’s book Libidinal Currents: Sexuality and the Shaping of Modernism was illuminating, as was an article by Janet Malcolm, “A House of One’s Own,” which appeared in The New Yorker in 1995. I also learned a great deal from the introductions to various editions of Mrs. Dalloway: Maureen Howard’s in the Harcourt Brace & Co. edition, Elaine Showalter’s in the Penguin, and Claire Tomalin’s in the Oxford. I am indebted to Anne Olivier Bell for collecting and editing Woolf ’s diaries, to Andrew McNeillie for assisting her, and to Nigel Nicolson and Joanne Trautmann for collecting and editing Woolf ’s letters. When I visited Monk’s House in Rodmell, Joan Jones was gracious and informative. To all these people, I offer my thanks. Mrs. Dalloway Entering the hallway with her flowers, Clarissa meets Sally on her way out. For a moment—less than a moment—she sees Sally as she would if they were strangers. Sally is a pale, gray-haired woman, harsh-faced, impatient, ten pounds lighter than she ought to be. For a moment, seeing this stranger in the hall, Clarissa is filled with tenderness and a vague, clinical disapproval. Clarissa thinks, She is so agitated and lovely. Clarissa thinks, She should never wear yellow, not even this deep mustard tone. “Hey,” Sally says. “Great flowers.” They kiss quickly, on the lips.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  Aren't you going too far? Your method, it seems to me, is eminently creative... Sometimes he really begins to fantasize just by trying. But if he doesn't deserve your method, if he's not gifted enough for it, he won't learn anything..." "He deserves it," said Herr Pfühl and nodded. “Sometimes I look at his eyes… there's so much in them, but he keeps his mouth shut. Later in life, which may be closing his mouth tighter and tighter, he must have a chance to speak..." She looked at him, this squat musician with his fox wig, his bags under his eyes, his billowing mustache and his big larynx - and then she held out her hand and said: "Thank you, Pfühl. You mean well, and we can't even begin to know how much you're doing to him.' And Hanno's gratitude for this teacher, his devotion to his leadership was unparalleled. He, who, despite all the tutoring at school, pored over his arithmetic table without any hope of understanding, he understood everything on the piano that Herr Pfühl said to him, he understood it and mastered it, just as one can master what one has always heard. Edmund Pfühl, however, in his brown lap coat, seemed to him like a great angel who took him in his arms every Monday afternoon to carry him away from everyday misery into the ringing realm of a mild, sweet and comforting seriousness... Sometimes the lessons took place in Herr Pfühl's house, a spacious old gabled house with many cool corridors and Winkeln, which the organist lived in alone with an old housekeeper. Sometimes too, on Sundays, little Buddenbrook was allowed to attend the service in the Marienkirche upstairs at the organ, and that was different from sitting down with the other people in the ship. High above the congregation, high even above Pastor Pringsheim in his pulpit, the two sat in the midst of the roar of the mighty masses of sound that they unleashed and mastered together, because with blissful eagerness and pride Hanno was sometimes allowed to help his teacher with the handling of the stops. But when the postlude to the chorus was over, when Herr Pfühl had slowly released all his fingers from the keys and had only let the fundamental and bass tones fade away quietly and solemnly - when, after an atmospheric artistic pause, Pastor Pringsheim's modulating voice began to emerge from under the soundboard of the pulpit, this happened not infrequently that Herr Pfühl quite simply began to mock the sermon, to laugh at Pastor Pringsheim's stylized Franconian, his long, dark or sharply accented vowels, his sighs and the sudden alternation between darkness and transfiguration on his face.

• From Love & Sex: A Christian Guide to Healthy Intimacy (2018)

  “Thankfully, I had a roommate who never gave up on me. He was a solid guy from a solid family. I respected him and he was one of the few people I trusted. He asked me if I would come to Real Life with him and what seemed completely random ended up being the best decision of my life. I found real people who didn’t shame me because I was a mess. They loved me through my mess, took time to have a relationship with me, and showed me the love of God in a real way. “Several of the Real Life leaders shared how trauma played a big part in the role of porn, alcohol, and drugs. They had a specialist come in who taught us about how our brain was wired and how I used porn to try to dull the hurt inside me and release feel-good chemicals. I wanted to temporarily stop the pain and soothe myself. They didn’t shun me or shame me, but instead taught me about how neurochemistry, thought processes, my family, and spiritual interactions affected my brain functions. They even taught me praying more and trying harder would not change my addictive behaviors. These guys stuck with me when I felt unlovable and undeserving of their friendship. “I can’t express how grateful I am for my healing journey. I will freely admit that sometimes I wanted to quit, give up, and walk away. But the love and healthy intimacy Kaycie and I now share made the journey worth it. “Enough about my story and me. I don’t know your story, but I want to. I honestly hope your story is different than mine, but if it’s not, I want you to know it’s okay. I have posted my calendar on the screen, my number, and the hours I have available to meet with you. You will see Kaycie’s number and hours there as well. We also have a staff and we all live by the same belief. Real Life—we wouldn’t have it any other way.” With that, he closed his eyes and prayed. He dismissed the students, as music blared from the band. Jason turned to Kevin, Trevor, and Jeff and asked what they thought. They simultaneously shrugged their shoulders trying to find words. Kevin spoke first, “I can relate. His story is different than mine, but similar. I might like this guy; hey, I might come back with you.” “Me too,” Jeff said. Trevor just nodded, giving neither a yes or no. FINAL THOUGHT

• From Love & Sex: A Christian Guide to Healthy Intimacy (2018)

  James introduced the guys to Ted, humbly admitting, “This is the gentleman I told you all about. He is the one who saved my marriage. I owe this man my life, and I’m so grateful he took me under his wing. He is the first older man I have ever had a trusting relationship with. He always told me if I couldn’t relate to other men in a healthy way, I would never learn how to have a healthy relationship with Kaycie, where I wasn’t sexualizing her.” Turning toward Ted, James continued, “If I haven’t told you lately, thanks, Ted, for all you have done for me.” James’s voice caught with the emotion he felt for this man. Ted stood up and put his arms around James, saying, “I love you son.” Kevin peered over at Trevor to see what he thought about all of this man love. He had never seen anything like it and it made him feel a little uncomfortable. James picked up on it. As he sat back down he said, “It’s okay guys; he’s like a dad to me and I think he will become that for you as well. A lot of guys who struggle with porn and/or unhealthy sexual behavior never had a dad who engaged with them. “Ted, do you want to start with your story? I have already gone over the ground rules with the guys and they know my story.” Ted looked at James and nodded, and then he looked around the room at the four young men around him. How many groups like this had he led over the last four decades of his life, he wondered. A warmth filled his heart as he thought about how many men he watched find redemption for what was broken in their lives. “Hi, I’m Ted. It’s good to be here with you.” Ted didn’t waste any time getting to it. “I never knew my dad and the four men my mom chose to marry weren’t good men. You could say her “man-picker” was broken. She worked at a bar to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. It was just the two of us, unless she was giving marriage a try. But none of those lasted for long. She drank too much and she tended to pick men who did as well. Alcohol can be like gasoline on a fired-up relationship. Several of these guys busted her up pretty good. When I got old enough, I tried to defend her and that . . . well that never went well. There was always something about old man muscle that out-powered a teenage boy.

• From Heptaméron (1559)

  The death of her husband, without children, six weeks after the battle of Pavia, left Margaret free to act as became her intense affection for her mother and her brother, who both had the most urgent need of her help. \\'ith the emperor's permission she embarked at Aigues Mortes for Spain, in spite of contrary winds, on the 27th of August, 1525 • hastened to Madrid, " and found her brother in so wretched a condition that had she not come he had died ; because she understood his temper and constitution better tiian all his physicians could do, and caused him to be treated accordingly, which entirely recovered him : so that the king would often say that without her he must have died ; and that he was so much obli'^ed to her for it that he should for ever acknowledge it, and love her (,as he did) to his dying day." f The task which Margaret had to accomplish at Madrid was one of great difficulty. In spite of the apparent cordiality with which she was universally treated at the imperial court, and the ver}' favourable disposition Charles V. always evinced in words, she soon perceived the hollowness of his friendly protestations. " Everyone tells me that he likes the king." she says in one of her letters, "but the experience thereof is small. If I had to do with good men, who understood what honour is, I should not care ; but it is the reverse." Fortunately she was not one to give way before the first difficulties. She tried in the beginning to win over some great personages in the imperial court, but afterwards perceiving that the men always avoided talking with her upon anv serious topic, she took care to address herself to their mothers, wives, or daughters. In a letter to Marshal de Montmorency she says of the Duke de Infantado, who had invited her to his castle of Guadalaxara, " You will tell the king that the duke has been warned from the court, that as he desires to please the emperor, neither he nor his son is to speak to me ; but * Brantome, Danu-s lllisires, ■{• Ibid, QUEEN OF NA VAKRE. xxv the ladies are not forbidden me, and I shall speak to them doubly."

• From Blue Like Jazz (2003)

  “How we get there matters!” While I wrote I listened to Patty Griffin, the Pogues, Bruce Springsteen, Eliot Smith, Lyle, Whiskeytown, Phil Roy, Big Head Todd and the Monsters, the Jayhawks, P.O.D., Tori Amos, Steve Earle, Bob Schneider, Moby, the Beatles, and my current favorite, Wilco (Yankee Hotel Foxtrot had just come out when I started the project, and we were all amazed and happy), so strange thanks to the makers of the sound track. Thank you for reading this book. It means a great deal to me that you would take the time. I hope we get to meet some day soon. Donald Miller has written for Believe Magazine, HM Magazine, Killing the Buddha, and many other publications. He is a frequent speaker on issues relating to Christian spirituality, literature, and culture. He lives in Portland, Oregon. For information about Donald Miller, or to book him for speaking engagements, please visit: www.bluelikejazz.com To use Don Rabbit and Don Astronaut as illustrations, download the images at: www.bluelikejazz.com For more information on Don’s writing, as well as other thought-provoking authors’ works, visit: www.BurnsideWritersCollective.comAlso Available from Donald Miller [image "9780785263708_0257_003" file=Image00098.jpg] Donald Miller's Through Painted Deserts chronicles free spirits Don and Paul as they set off on an adventure-filled road trip in search of deeper meaning, beauty, and an explanation for life. Along the way, everything from the nature of friendship to the reason for pain is discussed as these two friends learn unexpected lessons about themselves, each other, and God. ISBN 10: 0-7842-0982-4 ISBN 13: 978-0-7842-0982-9 Audio: 0-7852-1643-X [image "9780785263708_0257_007" file=Image00099.jpg] In Searching for God Knows What , Donald Miller shows readers how most people believe millions of gospels or systems for fixing their brokenness, and why all of them are fruitless except the amazing gospel of Jesus. In this provocative and funny book, Miller shows that the greatest desire of every person is that of redemption and how it can only be truly found through this gospel. ISBN 10: 0-7852-6371-3 ISBN 13: 978-0-7852-6371-5

• From Saint Thomas Aquinas Collection (22 Books) (2016)

  He that is good shall draw grace from the Lord. Prov. 12:2. Thanksgiving O Jesus, Thou art all-bountiful, and there is no giver like Thee. Thou art the cheerful giver whom the Father loves with a great love. I thank Thee for Thy priceless gift. I thank Thee for coming to me in this morning-light. Even Thou couldest not give me more, for Thou hast given me Thyself. O loving Lord, my Friend and Brother and God, Thou didst make Thyself the servant of all. Hungry and thirsty and tired, Thou didst seek for us, as a shepherd seeks for his sheep that are scattered. From cloudy mountains Thou didst gather us in days of darkness and dread. I long to love Thee more, O Brother, who didst die for me. I long to keep Thee more lovingly in my heart, O Friend, who givest me Thyself in this Sacrament of Thy love. Let my soul be joined more and more to Thine; and let my body belong more and more to Thee. Thou givest me power to become a child of God. O Son of God, Thou hast come to me from the Altar, in healing and light. VI About the other two reasons why our Lord gives us His Body as foodC. II. The second reason for giving us this heavenly food is the corruption of human nature, which in three ways needs the medicine of food like this. 1. First, there is need of a fitting beginning of the healing: a, corruption and death began from the forbidden fruit, that is, from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil; b, our justification and life must begin from food, that is, from the true tree of life, the Body of our Lord. 2. Next, there is need of food like this that the healing may be perfect. The cunning serpent by the poison of the forbidden food instilled into man a threefold corruption: a, the darkness of ignorance in the soul; b, the disease of bad desires in the flesh; c, death in both. Of these three things St. Augustin says, ‘If an Angel falling from his own paradise had not been listened to, we should not have gone headlong into death; but having fallen from Heaven, he came outwardly as a serpent and spat forth venom of his own, and spoke from himself, Taste, and ye shall be as gods. Then they, desiring to be what they were not, lost what they had received—their intellectual power, the justice of their life, the possibility of not dying.’ As then by poisonous food there fell on them a triple corruption, it was needful for perfect healing that the Physician, our Saviour, should give them medicinal food against these evils; and this food is His Body, which does three things for those that worthily receive it: d, it enlightens the darkness of their souls; e, it heals the disease of bad desires; f, it triumphs by destroying death.