Introit for the Third Sunday in Lent
Mine eyes are ever looking unto the Lord, for he shall pluck my feet out of the net: look thou upon me, and have mercy upon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul: my God, in thee have I trusted; let me not be confounded.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Reblog: Aaron Taylor
This is a more scholarly piece than I typically put here -- a real doozy. Aaron Taylor (who has been published in First Things as well as on Spiritual Friendship, not to mention Ethika Politika) has a mind like a steel trap, and is as conversant with queer theory as he is with Catholicism, making him in many ways an ideal commentator on the subject of being a gay Christian. This essay touches on one of my linguistic pet peeves, and does so with great erudition and insight.