The Good News; God has sent his Son. 422
"But when the time had fully come God sent forth his Son,born of a woman, born under the law,to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons." This is" the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God." God has visited his people. He has fulfilled the promise he made to Abraham and his descendants. He acted far beyond all expectation--he has sent his own "beloved Son."
423 We believe and confess that Jesus of Nazareth,born a Jew of a daughter of Israel at Bethlehem at the time of King Herod the Great and the emperor Caesar Augustus a carpenter by trade ,who died crucified in Jerusalem under the reign of the emperor Tiberius, is the eternal Son of God made man. He' came from God," "descended from heaven," and 'came in the flesh," For the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth;we have beheld his glory, glory as of the only Son from the father....And from his fullness have we all received, grace upon grace."
424 Moved by the grace of the Holy Spirit and drawn by the Father, we believe in Jesus and confess:" You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." On the rock of this faith confessed by St. Peter, Christ built his Church.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Man and Woman/ Catechism of the Catholic Church
Equality and difference willed by God
369 Man and woman have been created, which is to say willed by God: on the one hand, in perfect equality as human persons; on the other, in their respective beings as man and woman. " Being man" or "Being woman is a reality which is good and willed by God: man and woman posses an inalienable dignity which comes to them immediately from God their Creator. Man and woman are both with one and the same dignity "in the image of God." In their "being-man' and "being-woman.'' they reflect the Creator's wisdom and goodness.
370 In no way is God in man's image. He is neither man nor woman. God is pure spirit in which there is no place for the difference between the sexes. But the respective "perfections" of man and woman reflect something of the infinite perfection of God: those of a mother and those of a father and husband.
With all the gay non gay retoric .I think we should as Catholics remember to read Gods ideas on men and women take what you will. I do not claim to represent the church. but i love God.
369 Man and woman have been created, which is to say willed by God: on the one hand, in perfect equality as human persons; on the other, in their respective beings as man and woman. " Being man" or "Being woman is a reality which is good and willed by God: man and woman posses an inalienable dignity which comes to them immediately from God their Creator. Man and woman are both with one and the same dignity "in the image of God." In their "being-man' and "being-woman.'' they reflect the Creator's wisdom and goodness.
370 In no way is God in man's image. He is neither man nor woman. God is pure spirit in which there is no place for the difference between the sexes. But the respective "perfections" of man and woman reflect something of the infinite perfection of God: those of a mother and those of a father and husband.
With all the gay non gay retoric .I think we should as Catholics remember to read Gods ideas on men and women take what you will. I do not claim to represent the church. but i love God.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
New vine
my column in news vine. can be found at Bitzll.newsvine.com. hope you enjoy what I have written. If not Plbbbst.. mr doo Rob
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Fairest Fall poem
There are green trees and red trees and trees big and small'
There are so many trees you can't name them all.
And the color full leaves you just can't believe you are really seeing what's real,
The Autumn leaves moved gently by the wind, that is crisp and comes freely,
Tis time for preparing for lacking of food. A time when if asked you risk being rude.
The once furry neighbors are all soon to sleep. But now is the season to fill up ones keep;
Bye. bye. To all that is summer and easy to find. Plenty and game and forgotten fruit rinds.
Our friends know what is wisest to do. The lessons passed on to each woodland tribe,
Until we are called. To reawaken to a new season . And joy that will need no other reason.
Save that God in his Holy hill , doth decree." This is the way that my good earth should be.
The end
There are so many trees you can't name them all.
And the color full leaves you just can't believe you are really seeing what's real,
The Autumn leaves moved gently by the wind, that is crisp and comes freely,
Tis time for preparing for lacking of food. A time when if asked you risk being rude.
The once furry neighbors are all soon to sleep. But now is the season to fill up ones keep;
Bye. bye. To all that is summer and easy to find. Plenty and game and forgotten fruit rinds.
Our friends know what is wisest to do. The lessons passed on to each woodland tribe,
Until we are called. To reawaken to a new season . And joy that will need no other reason.
Save that God in his Holy hill , doth decree." This is the way that my good earth should be.
The end
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Ode to Milhouse
Ode to Milhouse,
Oh Milhouse Van Hoten is your shirt top unbuttoned?
You look like a fly with your googly eyes, you must like to act so disgusting.
He wants to act cool when he studies at school. But always ends up looking a fool.
And Bart Simpson is always his friend to the end.
My poem about Millhouse is truly not easy , I struggle to to add something not sleazy .
But will help him rap to Lisa more breeze .
So clueless of life, your smell may be rife and Barts put down does cut like a knife.
Bad parenting ,maybe who doesn't get it? Whatever it is your bed you do wet it.
An outsiders outcast, a Man of La Mancha . You must carry on though each school day must haunt ya.
So look forward to future and all it may bring, and the song that a robin will sing.
How dismal is life with a Indian burn. A present from Kirney totally unearned.
Dogs that bite cats that scratch,made somehow better with moms cookie batch.
Let us offer a prayer for Millhouse to the strange schoolyard gods. The end. r.g. 1-17-11
Oh Milhouse Van Hoten is your shirt top unbuttoned?
You look like a fly with your googly eyes, you must like to act so disgusting.
He wants to act cool when he studies at school. But always ends up looking a fool.
And Bart Simpson is always his friend to the end.
My poem about Millhouse is truly not easy , I struggle to to add something not sleazy .
But will help him rap to Lisa more breeze .
So clueless of life, your smell may be rife and Barts put down does cut like a knife.
Bad parenting ,maybe who doesn't get it? Whatever it is your bed you do wet it.
An outsiders outcast, a Man of La Mancha . You must carry on though each school day must haunt ya.
So look forward to future and all it may bring, and the song that a robin will sing.
How dismal is life with a Indian burn. A present from Kirney totally unearned.
Dogs that bite cats that scratch,made somehow better with moms cookie batch.
Let us offer a prayer for Millhouse to the strange schoolyard gods. The end. r.g. 1-17-11
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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