RELIGION AND ART

GOD KNOWS MY NAME  textes liturgiques The Lord called me from birth, from my mother’s womb he gave me my name.   He made me a sharp-edged sword and concealed me in the shadow of his arm.   He made me a polished arrow, in his quiver he hid me.   Isa. 49:1 MY TEACHER My teacher is meek, humble and lowly at heart. He said I should take his yoke; For he is meek, gentle, lowly at heart. He said that he is the vine and that I am the branches. He said I should do unto others as I would have them unto me. He said I should forgive seventy times seventy. He said I should trust him, believe in him and have faith in him. He said the greatest command is to love my fellow being My teacher says that He is the way, the Truth and Life. He is Jesus Christ my LORD.  here I am Lord   Today is the Memorial of John the Baptist Christ fore runner. God our Father, you called John the Baptist to be the herald of your Son’s birth and...

ALONE Am I really alone? This is a question I often ask myself. I prefer my quietness to think about you and meditate on your wonders. I can be in deep thought, while I think it is like conversing with a being. I ask questions in my heart and I get different answers. When I am not too sure of the response, I keep pondering about different answers and ideas. In the course of this I ask you to direct me. God am I really alone? No for I know that the questions I ask most times, No one can give me the right answer except you. This is when I sit all by myself, with your presence ever near. I am never alone, that is why you are ever near to lead, direct, guide and guard me LORD. Psaume 86

LORD HOW MANY ARE YOUR WONDERS Lord open my spiritual eyes that I may ponder your greatness.   textes liturgiques Psalm 103 They are happy Lord God, how great you are, clothed in majesty and glory, wrapped in light as in a robe! You stretch out the heavens like a tent. Above the rains you build you dwelling.   You make the clouds your chariot, you walk on the wings of the wind, you make the winds your messengers and flashing fire your servants. How many are your works, O Lord! In wisdom you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.   There is the sea, vast and wide, with its moving swarms pas counting, living things great and small. They all look to you to give them their food in due season. You give it, they gather it up; you open your hand, they have their fill. You take back your spirit, they die, returning to the dust from which they came. You send forth your spirit, they are created; and you renew the...