“these three Persons determine my life…”

“A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds.
A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship,
and he who plants kindness gathers love.”

St. Basil the Great

(wild crabapples blossoms / Julie Cook / 2013)

“Now surely I do see what an immense effect such a doctrine
[of the Holy Trinity] must have upon life.
It is no mere question for theologians, but one that concerns every living soul.
Whatever is allowed by God’s power must be guided by His wisdom and
urged on by His love.
All that happens to me in life, the little worries and the great anxieties,
the crises and the daily annoyances, the sorrows and the joys,
the harms that reach me through the sins of others,
the great crimes of history, the huge and devastating wars,
the partings and loves and the whole cycle of human experience
are permitted by Power, which is itself wise and loving.
These three Persons determine my life, and, since I walk by faith,
I must surely grow very patient in my attitude toward life.
For how can I complain or criticize God’s Providence,
since it all comes under that triple influence of Power, Wisdom, and Love?
Under the guidance, then, of this mystery,
I can walk through the valley of death or the more perilous borders
of sin without loss of courage or hopefulness.
Nothing can make me afraid. How these are separate, yet one,
I do not know, nor can I reconcile in my concrete experience
the claims of each.
It is always a mystery, but a mystery in which I believe.
Whatever Power allows on earth is designed in Wisdom
and attuned by Love.”

Fr. Bede Jarrett, p. 10
An Excerpt From
Classic Catholic Meditations, p 10

Ode to the crabapple tree

“Merrily Merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on the bough”
William Shakespeare


I smelled the tree long before I knew it was even there. “The crabapple tree must be blooming” I silently muse. As I rounded the corner of the field, sure enough, the tree was in full bloom. There is something so deliciously sweet about the entire air being filled with the fragrant perfume of a flowering tree such as the lowly crabapple. A most bitter little green apple plucked fresh from the tree, but cooked and doctored with just enough sugar and spices makes for a delightful pie filling, applesauce or jelly–not to mention something the deer love to nibble.

I wish pictures could come with the capacity for scents and aroma–as this particular image is only half of the captured moment. A warm spring evening filled with silence, all but for a few birds busily chirping about, and the heavy intoxicating aroma of this crabapple, fills me with a tremendous sense of joy. I want to share that same sense of wonder, peace and joy with you……