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A Thought on God's Love

The other day, I was reading an article on Mother Teresa, and I had a thought:

I would be sad if I found out that Mother Teresa wouldn't get into heaven (even though, of course, she wasn't Orthodox).

Then I had this thought:

If I had love like God, I would be sad (to an indescribable level) if Hitler wouldn't get into heaven.

This really struck me as rather profound, that God mourns for the loss of even the "bad guys".

Going to Alaska

In case anyone is gonna try to contact me in the next few days, I'll be out of contact, since I will be here.

I'm From Barcelona - We're From Barcelona

If you understand this joke, I love you so much!

from here.

Flying Saucer

I want one.

More information here.

"Convert Me By Force; Do Not Wait For Me To Choose To Do So Of My Own Free Will"

How shall I mourn the blindness of my soul? How shall I mourn my calamitous ignorance of my own self? How shall I mourn my passionate and unrepentant arbitrary exercise of my free will? The ascetics are comforted, consoled by the Holy Spirit; but I agonize and complain of the wretchedness that is caused by my own apathy. I have sunk to the level of the senseless beasts and have become like unto them. Wretched as I am, I have been stripped by my own laziness, because I alienate myself from those who stand vigil and pray.

Regard me with mercy, O Master, from Thy holy heights. Look upon the impenitence of my poor soul, and by the judgements that Thou knowest, have mercy on me and correct me. As if standing before Thy throne and touching Thine immaculate feet, I beseech and beg Thee with contrite heart: have mercy on me; show Thy loving-kindness to Thy creature; freely convert me by Thy grace.

I know that Thou canst do all things and that nothing is impossible for Thee. Wait not for my corrupt will to exercise itself, for I lack the ambition to correct myself.

May every visible and invisible being weep for me, who have grown old in sins and passions. Weep for me who appear to those who see me to be chaste, yet inwardly am ever adulterous.

- St Ephraim The Syrian
#121, from A Spiritual Psalter

Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
your force to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
labor to admit you, but, oh, to no end;
reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
but am betrothed unto your enemy:
divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
take me to you, imprison me, for I,
except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

John Donne

A quote

"Oh God I do not love you. I do not want to love you. But I want to want to love you!"
- St Therese of Avila