tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17359834338879926662024-03-05T03:11:07.751-08:00Gospel Discussion GroupPadraic Murrayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07121615703620956858noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735983433887992666.post-39062467915658834292021-08-28T20:13:00.002-07:002021-08-28T20:21:05.607-07:00Tuskar Lighthouse Tuskar Lighthouse <div><br /><div>Tuskar Lighthouse shining bright </div><div>Flashing warning through the night </div><div>Built on rocks far out at sea </div><div>Through the night my company. </div><div><br /></div><div> When all the world is fast asleep </div><div>Snoring softly between clean sheets </div><div>When all the world is yours and mine </div><div>Til dawn arrives and behind you shines. </div><div><br /></div><div> Named ‘great rock’ by the Norse </div><div> You help the sailors keep their course </div><div> Away from reefs that sink the ships </div><div>Your name is blessed on sailors lips. </div><div><br /></div><div> Fourteen men in eighteen twelve </div><div> Built the lighthouse, gave their lives </div><div>So sailing ships could avoid the grave </div><div>That claimed one hundred boats before. </div><div><br /></div><div> Above a sea resolute and proud </div><div>Standing tall against the waves </div><div>And everything the storm can throw </div><div> On winter nights when hope is low. </div><div><br /></div><div>But tonight is still and the sea </div><div>Reflects an orange moon serenely </div><div>The beam that shines for twenty miles </div><div>Lights up my room and helps me while </div><div>My lonely vigil across empty hours </div><div>Til I return the world I borrowed.</div></div>Padraic Murrayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07121615703620956858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735983433887992666.post-55033207841077656082012-09-10T08:53:00.001-07:002012-09-10T08:53:30.255-07:00Learning with Luke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a charming painting of St. Luke the Evangelist who is in turn painting Jesus and his mother. Luke is the most accessible of the Gospel writers because he was writing for a non Jewish audience and was addressing a reasonably sophisticated people of the first century who have a lot in common with us.<br />
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Tradition tells us that Luke was a colleague of St. Paul. He was a doctor by profession which might explain why his Gospel is regarded as the most compassionate. He also was a painter. The picture he paints of Christ in his Gospel is a compelling and haunting one. It is the Jesus of the poor, of the Gentiles, of a Jesus comfortable with women and children but withering in his condemantion of hyporcisy and empty religious rites.<br />
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God willing and with a bit of luck we will gather a number of people on Monday mornings interested to see what Luke tells us about Jesus Christ with the help of the excellent commentary written by William Barclay. My hope is to be able to read it like any other book for the first time, without the baggage of sixty years of half hearing and half reading it and to cherish it on its own merits.<br />
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