Someday, all the rich people gonna lose their money.
Yeah, that’s right, honey.
All them rich people gonna lose their money.
It won’t keep them warm no more.
It won’t keep them entertain’d.
It won’t keep them safe.
On the Day of the Lor’
'cause He don't take no bribes…
but He give and take away.
And on the day of the Lor’,
He gon’ ask ye if you car’d ‘bout the poor
"Didja feed me when I was starvin?
"Didja gimme clothes when I was naked?
"Didja visit me when I was in jail?"
And the people will ask Him,
the people will ask Him,
"When were ye starvin’?
When were ye nekkid?
When were ye in jail?”
An’ He’ll say,
"Whenever someone was starvin’,
whenever someone was nekkid,
whenever someone was in jail,
that was Me.”
Woe to those who have and do not share.
Woe to those who receive and disrespect the giver.
Woe to a selfish world.
Woe to selfish nations.
Woe to selfish Americans.
Woe to us all.
On that day
On that day
On that day
(This was written by me just now.)
I’ve been slowly coming out of a two-year period where I distrusted joy. It all kind of happened at once and I don’t remember the specifics behind it, but I’m extremely thankful for it.
What caused me to go through that was getting fucked over very very badly by a group of people I trusted too much and ended up being betrayed by. It resulted in losing half of my friends. You can imagine the emotional shock that it put me in. I’ve been rebuilding my support network ever since and was
running stumbling on inertia as a result.
Seeing the people who you were closest with succumb to and promote hydra-like combination of the Holiness Movement, re-warmed Calvinism, misogyny, extreme Charismaticism, and the “Health, Wealth, Prosperity Gospel”, taking a stand against it and being rejected as a result can be very damaging. It’s no understatement to say that if it wasn’t for my conversion to Catholicism, I have no idea where I would be now. Instead of seeing my suffering as something that was a curse, but rather, a gift, makes a huge difference… It’s an awesome thing to be able to view it (especially considering that a lot of what I deal with is beyond my control) as something that’s a part of life that presents people with an opportunity to grow. It’s a major struggle at times, of course, but relying on Jesus enables me to get through it.
Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…
- recent playlist -
The Prayer Chain - Eric Campuzano’s Attic Tapes
Starflyer 59 - Silver demos
Einstürzende Neubauten - Stahlmusik
Nihilist Commando - 2002, 2005 and 2006 demos, I’m Going Ape 7” EP
+ Best Coast - “The Only Place”
- reading -
The Habit of Being - Letters of Flannery O’Connor (Selected and Edited by Sally Fitzgerald)
A Treasury of Khalil Gibran
The Daily Missal
Magnificat (November 2012)
(part three of Coffee as a Constant) By Eric Tomeo:: Sr. Barista
This might sound strange, but I first learned how to make espresso from a crazy man’s apprentice in the North transept of the monastery that had become my home. I was invited to live there by a tattooed kid named Jimmy 11 months after I jokingly told him I wanted to. I met a guy named Keith there, who we called the naked mechanic. We called him that because he was a mechanic. Then there was Matt, an Asbury scholar who was looking into Catholicism and a fine Catholic lady he found on the internet. Not to mention, little Dave – the coffee apprentice.
I never lived there, but it’s the only place in this godforsaken city where I ever felt at home…
hainesville asked: Hello to you too
I wrote this really late last night. Like a lot of things I write, don’t take it at face value. There’s a lot of different things going on under the surface. If you really need the help, I can explain to you what’s going on in it… but I’d prefer to let you do your own thinking.
Season of Death
this is it.
this is when everything and everybody dies.
literally RIGHT NOW.
it’s the season of dying, baby!
everybody’s gettin’ dead up in here!
diseases that are chronic as hell
marriages that were destined to fail
hopes and dreams that will never set sail
being stuck in a city that you call hell
everybody’s time is overdue.
there’s no fucking around anymore
there’s nothing to look forward to or look back on.
in the season of death.
so get your living on
before your dying starts!
because before you do, it will begin.
that one last round of singing will finish.
and hopefully we’ll all end on “that old familiar chorus”
but we know not when our last moment shall be.
so we’ll sing until our deaths,
with hearts full of regrets,
hoping we made the best
of what we were given.
and i hope we’re all agreed-
no one here has to “make a life together”
cause we’re all really just keepin each other company til we die!