I wrote this poem after First Friday Adoration one night and thought, “Why not share it on my blog?” Enjoy! (Click on the picture to make the text full size.)
Psalm Saturday is here again! It’s been a long, hectic week for me—I know I’m not the only one. Still, not a bad week. I got started on a few papers, had a productive week at work, and last but not least, received my acceptance letter from the Catholic University of America’s Columbus School of Law! Life is changing fast for me, and it probably is for you, whether you’re graduating like me, starting a family, or just handing a stressful workweek. When things start shifting and getting tough, we have to turn to God and trust in Him. That’s just what David does in this week’s Psalm entitled, “Trust in God for Deliverance from Enemies.” Continue reading
Today we look at Psalm 3, other wise known as “a psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.” (I should note, for comparative purposes, that the RSV says “Absalom his son.”) Let’s see how the NRSV and RSV compare.
This week was my first week of school for the semester, so I’ve been very busy and unable to post as much as I would like. I’m working on creating a usable schedule; once I’ve worked out my time management, the posts should become more frequent. But you aren’t here about my scheduling troubles are you? Today we look at Psalm 2. Continue reading
Since I’ve never used the NRSV extensively before, I thought it would be interesting to compare the translation against my usual favorite, the RSV-2CE. I’ve decided to use the Psalms and call it “Psalm Saturday.” I will do my best to keep up with it each week. I hope you enjoy this series! So without further ado, I present to you Psalm 1, courtesy of Bible Gateway. I apologize for my badly-done table; I wanted to show them side-by-side. Continue reading
My journey to the Catholic Church began in the 11th grade. My incredible, now retired English teacher, whose “disappointed face” still inspires me to double-check the grammar in everything I write, assigned us our yearly research paper. That year, she decided we would each write on a famous English poet of her choosing. By choosing, she meant, “I’m drawing names out of a hat, and no, you can’t trade.” You can almost hear the collective groan, but not from me. Finally, a topic I liked! (Last year we’d written on careers. Boring.) I went home with the name of an old dead British guy I knew nothing about—Gerard Manley Hopkins. Continue reading