Catholic Church, the Communion of Saints
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The Renaissance was a cultural movement that profoundly affected European intellectual life. Beginning in Italy, and spreading to the rest of Europe by the 16th century, its influence affected literature, philosopy, religion, art, politics, science, and all other aspects of intellectual enquiry. Renaissance artists looked at the human aspect of life in their art. They did not reject religion but tended to look at it in it's purest form to create visions they thought depicted the ideals of religion. Painters of this time had their own style and created works based on morality, religion, and human nature. Many of the paintings depicted what they believed to be the corrupt nature of man.
People that like Renaissance paintings like things that are more challenging. They tend to have a high emotional stability. They also tend to be more concientious then average. They have a basic understanding of human nature and therefore are not easily surprised by anything that people may do. They enjoy life and enjoy living. They are very aware of their own mortality but do not dwell on the end but what they are doing in the present. They enjoy learning, but may tend to be a bit more closed minded to new ideas as they feel that the viewpoint they have has been well researched and considered. These people are more old fashioned and not quite as progressive. They enjoy the finer things in life like comfort, a good meal, and homelife. They tend to be more spiritual or religious by nature. They are open to new aesthetic experiences.
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Angela Perez Baraquio, Miss America 2001 and Miss Hawaii 2000, is urging Americans to end the reign of Roe v. Wade in her recently released video at JustOneJudge. Baraquio urges people to vote pro-life on November 4th, highlighting in particular the far-reaching effects of the Supreme Court nominations that will be made by the next president and confirmed by US senators.
Strange gift indeed – a thorn to prick,
To pierce unto the very quick,
To cause perpetual sense of pain;
Strange gift! And yet, was given for gain.
Unwelcome, but it came to stay;
Nor could it e’en be prayed away.
It came to fill its God-planned place –
A life-enriching means of grace.
O much-tried soul, with fainting heart,
The thorn with its abiding smart,
With al its wearing, ceaseless pain,
Can be the means of priceless gain.
And so whate’er thy thorn may be,
From God accept it willingly;
But recon Christ, His life, His power,
To keep thee in the trying hour.
And sure – thy life will richer grow;
His grace sufficient will bestow;
And in heaven’s morn thy joy will be
That by this thorn He strengthened thee.
Consider, young mother,before it's too late,
You've only a little while longer to wait
Till your beautiful baby will come into view
In the Image of God and the image of you...
There are those who would lay down their own lives for you,
Who would lay down their lives for your little one, too,
would you shutter your heart to your own baby's fate?
Consider, young mother, before it's too late!
Think,ere that life from your body is torn,
Your baby, like you , has a right to be born,
There's naught for you here in this chamber of death
But the cruel suffocation of God's Holy Breath
Of one who is growing in your vibrant womb,
---Don't let the abortionist make it a tomb!
Your body is youthful and throbbing with life,
And now bears another whose right to that life
Is sacred as yours--do not let it die,
Give ear to Love's whisper: "Fear not, it is I!"
Would you shutter your conscience to that baby's fate?
Consider, young mother,before it's too late!
Be guided by Him in His heaven above you,
Choose life and that Infant forever will love you!
I remember when I was only four,
Mother would bring me round to the store.
And just outside of the church she'd stand,
And "Come in," she'd say, reaching down
for my hand,
"Just for a minute."
And then when I started going to school,
She'd bring me down every day as a rule,
But first the steps to the church we'd climb,
And she'd say, "We'll go in -- you've always
got time,
Just for a minute".
Then I got real big, I mean seven years old,
And I went by myself but was always told:
"When you're passing the church, don't forget
to call
And tell our Lord about lessons and all,
Just for a minute".
And now it's sort of a habit I've got,
In the evening coming home from Casey's lot,
Though it takes me out of my way a bit,
To slip into church with my bat and mitt,
Just for a minute.
But sometimes I see the other fellow
Standing around, and I just go yellow.
I pass by the door but a Voice form within
Seems to say, real sad, "So you wouldn't
come in
Just for a minute?"
There are things inside of me, bad and good,
That nobody knows and nobody could,
Excepting our Lord -- and I like Him to
know,
And He helps when in for a visit I go,
Just for a minute.
He finds it lonesome when nobody comes
(There are hours upon hours when nobody comes),
And He's pleased when anyone passing by
Stops in (though it's only a little guy)
Just for a minute.
I know what happens when people die,
But I won't be scared, and I'll tell you why:
When our Lord is judging my soul, I feel
He'll remember the times I went in to kneel
Just for a minute.