The cracks in the turquoise run deep, run imperfectly, yet run beautifully. Tumblr is new to me, but I will try and be something of substance, making my thoughts and information, I once believed were cracks, transparent to all, and most importantly beautiful to me.
Plus. Let's face it...who doesn't want to be cracked up?
There is an anecdote that may help us understand the church’s conscience on this issue: in the midst of one of the many persecutions in Rome, a deacon named Laurence was ordered by the emperor to hand over the treasures of the church. On the designated day, Laurence went to the emperor, bringing with him a group of the poor. He said: "these are the treasures of the church." This is the paradigm that we must protect because every time we leave it aside-either as a general institution or as a small community-we are denying our very essence. We glory in the weakness of our people, the ones we help to get ahead. The poor are the treasure of the church and we must care for them. If we lose this vision of things, we will have a lukewarm, weak and mediocre church. Our true power must be service. We cannot adore god if our spirit does not include the needy.
- On Heaven and Earth, by Jorge Mario Bergoglio and Abraham Skorka
The person who lives only in the moment, does not contemplate the issue of inheritance; the only important thing to him is the moment, the years of life that he is able to have. Inheritance, on the other hand, is developed over time through the pilgrimage of humanity: man receives something and has to leave behind something better. When one is young, he does not so much look toward the end, he values much more the moment, but I remember two rhymes from my grandmother: “See that God watches you, see that He is watching you; see that you will have to die and you do not know when.” (Mira que te mira Dios, mira que te esta mirando, mira que te has de morir y no sabes cuando.) She had that saying under the glass top of her little nightstand, and each time that she went to bed she would read it. After seventy years I still have not forgotten it. There is another rhyme that she told me that she had read at an Italian cemetery: “Man who walks, stop and think about your pace, your steps, the final step.” She impressed on me the awareness that everything must end, that everything has to be left behind in good order. With respect to the Christian life, death has to accompany you on the way. In my case, for example, I think every day that I am going to die. This does not distress me, because the Lord and life itself have given me the proper preparation. I saw my ancestors die and now it is my turn. When? I do not know.
Jorge Mario Bergoglio,
An excerpt from “On Heaven and Earth” by Jorge Mario Bergoglio and Abraham Skorka
Talia, a 13 year old battling two aggressive types of cancer, inspires the world with her constant pep and positive attitude toward life. She is infectious! She says that “makeup is her wig” and she spends most of her free time applying makeup to child cancer patients in the hospital. She is now starting her own clothing line, rightfully called “That Bald Chick”, and will be using a portion of the profits to start her own foundation for children with cancer. How much more inspiring can this little girl be?!?!
I am a weightlifter. Don’t believe me? His feet are fleet, but I am strong. I bend, I breathe, I heft the weights of life with ease and grace. The more weight you throw on me, the stronger I grow, carrying life’s loads upon my back. Mine is a strength forged in the fires of burning struggle. It is titanium – malleable but unbreakable. Bring me your burdens and I will lift you up. I am a weightlifter. - Lauren Trebert