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Paschal Mystery: The Death of God and the Paradox of Salvation
All sin, in a sense, “wounds” God, causes rifts in our relationship with Him. We pierce Him through the heart, and each other through our hearts, constantly. It has real consequences, and real restitution must be made before reconciliation can take place.
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The Riddle of Notre Dame
A holocaust of love burns boldly through the dusk. Cruciform, a candle gleams, in a city’s heart, consumed.
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Star of the Sea: Marian Devotion through the Prism of a Medieval Hymn
I find particular inspiration in the soaring poetry of the Middle Ages in honor of the Virgin and believe it to be a wonderful method of sharing the Catholic understanding of Mary’s place in the Christian life and why we pay her homage.
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Hidden Queen
Look into the poorest eyes, and find the hidden queen. This pool of liquid light reveals the depth of the Red Sea…
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Mother of Sorrows
I’ve never seen him…dead before, he who was always so full of life, more fully alive than anyone I have ever known, pulsing with youth, agility, vigor. Life…now drained out.
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Christ in a Waiting Room: An Early Spring Spiritual Epiphany
The painting showed the body of Christ being taken down by the cross, about to be placed in the arms of the sorrowing mother, and all at once I imagined the tears trickling down her face and the blood trickling from his heart, and it felt that everything around me dissolved in that one moment.
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All in the Family: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
“They say the evening star carries with it a soul…and to each person, it brings the soul of the person most loved by them, who have crossed over to the other side.”
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You Know Nothing: A Game of Thrones Fanfiction
You know nothing, they keep telling me, hoping, perhaps, I will prove easy to rule if I declare myself their ruler. Perhaps their assessment is true, even after everything I have endured.
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Hussain at Karbala
I wander the sands, smeared crimson o’er gold; the blood of my house runs red as dusk. The children are crying, their throats parched earth.
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Our Love Must Make Us Strong: The Music and Mysticism of Loreena McKennitt
While no single religion may be able to claim Loreena for their own, I think there is no doubt that she is a deeply spiritually aware person, and has led others to search for God and the meaning of existence through her music.
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For Wrath, For Ruin: A Lord of the Rings Fanfiction
Is this the way of you mortals? Is this the thing you most fear? We have tasted it now, though we are unused to it…I am unused to it…you see?
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Shattered Mirror
When Nordic winter reigns from night to noon, with darkness, and the daring of her lights, a tale is told, and so I tell it now…
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Sheath and Knife: A Star Wars Fanfiction
“The galaxy will not know light unless you are out of it, Kylo Ren!” Rey’s voice was as furious as it was broken, and she drew her light saber to challenge him.
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Gloria: A Hunger Games Fanfiction
Christmas. It’s an old word from an old world. Oh sure, some people still celebrate smatterings of it in Panem, but it’s not as if they remember much of the story that started it all, not really.
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A Gift of Thistle: A Braveheart Fanfiction
Mirron, come back…come back to me, before the lights behind my eyes are put out. You stood at the graveside with me before, in the years of my youth, and have kept your post there…
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Slaves, Sons, and Submission: Christian and Muslim Understandings of God
I believe it’s fair to say that all three of the Abrahamic faiths see God as both transcendent and imminent, and also see His attributes in a way that encompasses both justice and mercy…
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C.S. Lewis and the Calormenes: A Commentary on Narnia’s Arabesque Baddies
If Lewis had really wanted to do an analysis of the Christian and Muslim theological gap, he should have had both groups worship “The Emperor Across the Sea”, and then have differing views on Aslan…
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Saint Hubert’s Hunt
Hail, Cross between the antlers beaming, brighter than the brightest pain! Hunted as the wild stag, white as host-to-tongue, we sinners long to savor Thee!
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The Crossing of Christopher
The salmon that swam around his legs spoke to him in their ancient tongue, “Thou bear upon thy shoulders the weight of the universe.”
