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Ronda Chervin received a Ph.D. in Philosophy from Fordham University and an MA in Religious Studies from Notre Dame Apostolic Institute. A widow, mother, and grandmother, she currently teaches philosophy at Holy Apostles College and Seminary in Cromwell, Connecticut. Write to her at chervinronda@gmail.com.
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“The sun’s disc did not remain immobile. This was not the sparkling of a heavenly body, for it spun round on itself in a mad whirl, when suddenly a clamor was heard from all the people. The sun, whirling, seemed to loosen itself from the firmament and advance threateningly upon the earth as if to crush us with its huge fiery weight. The sensation during those moments was terrible.”
— Dr. Almeida Garrett, professor of natural sciences at the University of Coimbra (1917)

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More Helpful Lenten Thoughts
published 6 March 2013 by Dr. Ronda Chervin

R. RICHARD GERAGHTY, the Instant Philosopher on EWTN, and Bob Olson, Lay Evangelist, and I do a radio blog once a week. You can find the older ones on www.spiritualityrunningtogod.com on the Open Door segment. Now we are conversing on Open Door about the Baltimore Catechism. The topic came up as to how it is that in describing, in the usual terse manner, why Christ died for us, it doesn’t mention the word “love.”

I came up with an analogy about Christ dying on the cross out of love that you might find useful:
A family has a beloved dog. But the dog is starting to bite the neighbor. If that dog bites again, the police pick the dog up and bring him to the pound (hell). So the family goes to great expense (the crucifixion) to make a wire fence around the whole property to save the dog (the garden now becomes that dogs heaven).

Well, all analogies limp, but still I like it.

Back to quotes from old journals:

A very loving member of the community left. It feels like trying to swim in an empty pool. How much did he sustain us! We could hardly talk in sentences we were so devastated. I thought: I try to be authentic, but he has heart. Now the heart is gone and authenticity feels, well, heartless.

Jesus seemed to tell me in my heart that every day there will be things to agitate me. “When that happens, stop and throw yourself into My heart. Breathe in My name. Come to Me more readily in agitation.

Bernanos, the great French Catholic writer remarks in a play about Pharisaism: “Pious erudition can keep the Pharisee “from ever being surprised even by his own God.”

A beautiful paragraph from Dr. Michael Meaney’s manuscript:

“Failing to concentrate on God’s love for us tends to reduce our faith to a catechetical acceptance of a set of dogmas about existence, attributes and demands of the Supreme Being, ultimate end or great ideal towards which we ought to direct our lives. However well-motivated this may be, it still radically underestimates Christian life by reducing it to the truest and highest of all ideals. …Instead of being one ideal among others or even the Great Ideal, Christianity is an Ideal Person. A God-man actively and personally loving us, cooperating with us and incorporating us into the light, life and love of the three Persons of the Trinity. This transcendently true and peaceful experience of profoundly harmonious light, life and love is what we are all hungering for from the innermost recesses of our being.”

Lermontov says “We can’t help becoming children as we leave social conventions behind and come nearer to nature. All life’s experience is shed from us and the soul becomes anew what is once was and will surely be again.”

“Don’t hardboil others in their sins,” says Julie Loesch Wiley, the pro-life activist. I need to see the wounds of those people I want to judge so harshly.

From a Good Friday poem of Jim Ridley:

In your dread thurible of parted Flesh
Let now my timid immolation start.
Throw on the gore-sopped wad of rag, my heart;
Or nail it to the beams of that blazing Tree,
Scrap torn from the flag of the enemy.
Burn this sullied ensign of my surrender
Into the banner of Your Victory, Your hidden Splendor.