One heck of a good priest and brave man. Quote from the book. Father Capodanno was a totally devoted military chaplain with the heart of a missionary.One heck of a good priest and brave man. Quote from the book. Father Capodanno was a totally devoted military chaplain with the heart of a missionary. He lived as those he served, so when he joined the ranks of a Marine chaplain, he lived like a grunt in Vietnam. He ran onto battlefields unprotected to minister to dying and wounded Marines without ever giving a thought to his own safety. The grunts came before him. He died trying to reach and give comfort to a dying corpsman. He had already been injured helping wounded Marines, and when he heard the corpsman cry out, he jumped and ran to him shielding him from enemy fire. --Quote from the book. "We counted 27 gunshot wounds ... saw the shrapnel embedded in his shoulder ... and some fingers missing from his hand. The shot that killed him entered his head from the back of is neck. Most of the gunshot wounds were in the back. Usually we looked down upon anyone with a wound in his back, because it was a sign of running away ... in Capodanno's case, it verified what eyewitnesses had said. Capodanno, having seen an NVA machine gunner aim his weapon at a cluster of Marines, ran and deliberately shielded one of them with his own body, back turned to the NVA. Whether he was praying at the time is cloudy. Some said he was ... others said he wasn't ... whatever the case, his action was a profound prayer itself. " ...more
I'll just post some quotes from the book to make you think:
There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give,I'll just post some quotes from the book to make you think:
There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord. Life goes wrong when the control of space, the acquisition of things of space, becomes our sole concern.
In our daily lives we attend primarily to that which the senses are spelling out for us: to what the eyes perceive, to what the fingers touch. Reality to us is thinghood, consisting of substances that occupy space; even God is conceived by most of us as a thing. The result of our thinginess is our blindness to all reality that fails to identify itself as a thing, as a matter of fact.
The higher goal of spiritual living is not to amass a wealth of information, but to face sacred moments
The solution of mankind’s most vexing problem will not be found in renouncing technical civilization, but in attaining some degree of independence of it.
All flesh is grass, all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field…
We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.
Gallantly, ceaselessly, quietly, man must fight for inner liberty” to remain independent of the enslavement of the material world. “Inner liberty depends upon being exempt from domination of things as well as from domination of people. There are many who have acquired a high degree of political and social liberty, but only very few are not enslaved to things. This is our constant problem—how to live with people and remain free, how to live with things and remain independent.”
The result of our thinginess is our blindness to all reality that fails to identify itself as a thing, as a matter of fact. This is obvious in our understanding of time, which, being thingless and insubstantial, appears to us as if it had no reality.2 Indeed, we know what to do with space but do not know what to do about time, except to make it subservient to space. Most of us seem to labor for the sake of things of space. As a result we suffer from a deeply rooted dread of time and stand aghast when compelled to look into its face.3 Time to us is sarcasm, a slick treacherous monster with a jaw like a furnace incinerating every moment of our lives. Shrinking, therefore, from facing time, we escape for shelter to things of space. The intentions we are unable to carry out we deposit in space; possessions become the symbols of our repressions, jubilees of frustrations. But things of space are not fireproof; they only add fuel to the flames.”
So much of what I saw in my mother's transition to heaven three months ago from Alzheimer's was similar to the journeys related in this book. It madeSo much of what I saw in my mother's transition to heaven three months ago from Alzheimer's was similar to the journeys related in this book. It made me feel secure in my hopes for my own death journey some day. ...more
On Christmas Eve I unexpectedly met two of Mother Teresa's nuns. They were standing at the back doors of my church. They are never at my church. I musOn Christmas Eve I unexpectedly met two of Mother Teresa's nuns. They were standing at the back doors of my church. They are never at my church. I must admit I get sort of depressed at holiday time, being alone and without a family to celebrate with. I made the "mistake" of going to the 4pm Christmas Eve mass. Well, that was packed with kids and parents which just made me feel even more alone. I also like to sit near this beautiful bronze bust of Mother Teresa that was donated to the church. I always sit by it, ponder it and pray. And every Monday night while teaching the RCIA class at church, I sit in a chair that Mother Teresa actually sat in when she visited Baltimore. I sit in it and secretly say "Maybe you will rub off on me!":) Anyway, the church was so crowded I couldn't sit by the statue of her. As I was leaving Mass I was feeling down. When I was heading toward the back doors I saw these these two nuns in white and blue saris standing by the holy water fount. They were full of contagious childlike excitement. They were waving at everyone and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. They were the happiest, most joyful infectious souls you would ever want to meet. People were just walking past them not stopping to talk. Some nodded their heads and smiled but no one engaged them in conversation. Being an admirer of Mother Teresa's nuns for years, I had to say something. So I went up to this tiny little Indian nun and put my arm around her and said. "Mother Teresa nuns are the happiest nuns on the planet." Well, this thrilled her. Ha ha. She looked up at me beaming and said impishly, "Do you know why we are so happy?" I nodded my head. She said, "do you really know why?" I said, "Why?" She said, "Because we LOVE JESSSSUUUUSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!! We LOVVVVVVVVVVVVE him COMPLETELY!" The next thing I know they were joined to my hip. They walked outside with me and didn't seem to want to leave me. We talked outside on the street. I told them I how I loved Mother Teresa and that I recently read Come Be My Light regarding Mother Teresa. They said, "Good Good. OH GOOD GOOD! Do you read Secret Fire too?" I told them no. They echoed each other, "You must read. You must read.You read book!" I said, "I will." I ordered a used copy off of Amazon and it just came today. The nuns also want me to come answer their phones and cheer up the men at the house for dying men they run. It's hard to say no to a Mother Teresa nun! I started this book an hour ago and it already moving my heart. ...more
Ok. I just started reading this and I already know that I will be deeply moved by this woman's life. Incredible. What a woman. I got this book out ofOk. I just started reading this and I already know that I will be deeply moved by this woman's life. Incredible. What a woman. I got this book out of the library 'cuz I have no dinero to purchase a copy. But, dang, I will need to purchase it. I have no money but will have to find a way to get a cheap copy. Hope i can find it for a buck or two on half.com. I need to own it so I can mark it all up with notes and refer to it later when my soul needs to be fed and/or boosted. :) This book is just what I need right now. i have been disheartened lately and worn down by the devil's ability to make what seemed like the strongest turn weak and succomb. This woman's life lessons shall spur me on. Teresa of Avila is my favorite female saint and the one I relate to most. This Teresa will be right up there with her and my other favorite Christian woman, Mother Teresa. Interesting how all my favorites are named teresa...hmmmm. And they are all mystics. What does this say about me??? Recently, I had a conversation with a Mount DeSales nun. When I told her I related to Teresa of Avila she said, "Oh! Wow!You have an attraction to Teresa of Avila. You are in so much trouble!" Ha ha. I said, "I know! She was tough. I'm almost afraid to ask her for help." Ha
Here's a link to a biography of this incredible woman named Teresa Benedict of the Cross Edith Stein. It's from the Vatican library website. Any woman who stood so humbly entering the death camps in honor of her people is one admirable woman.
Teresa Benedict of the Cross Edith Stein (1891-1942) nun, Discalced Carmelite, martyr
"We bow down before the testimony of the life and death of Edith Stein, an outstanding daughter of Israel and at the same time a daughter of the Carmelite Order, Sister Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, a personality who united within her rich life a dramatic synthesis of our century. It was the synthesis of a history full of deep wounds that are still hurting ... and also the synthesis of the full truth about man. All this came together in a single heart that remained restless and unfulfilled until it finally found rest in God." These were the words of Pope John Paul II when he beatified Edith Stein in Cologne on 1 May 1987.