Posts tagged with ‘Love’

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A Gift for Lorraine

by Carl McColman

Okay, my friends, get your kleenex ready. This video tells the story of a 96-year-old man who wrote a song for his recently deceased wife (of over 70 years), and how a local recording studio helped to bring the song to life. Part of what’s so cool for me personally is that we share the […]

Two Big Smiles

by Carl McColman

This past Saturday evening Fran and I took Rhiannon to see her favorite musician, Cindy Lou Harrington, in concert at a wonderful little pizza place called Shorty’s in Tucker, GA (unlike most pizzerias, Shorty’s has several vegan options on their menu). Before the show began, Cindy Lou stopped by our table and posed for a […]

Tallis in Atlanta

by Carl McColman

Guess where I’ll be tomorrow afternoon? At the “Labor of Love” Choral Concert, featuring music by Vaughan Williams, Wagner, Brahms, and — the pièce de résistance — Thomas Tallis’ 40-part motet, Spem in Alium. According to the website promoting the concert, this motet has never been performed in Georgia before (it’s not easy to put […]

Quote for the Day

by Carl McColman

God does not dwell in a heart that’s confined, and a heart is only as big as the love it holds: in the great heart of Poverty God has room to dwell. — Jacopone da Todi, quoted in An Anthology of Christian Mysticism edited by Harvey D. Egan.

Quote for the Day

by Carl McColman

Men have not become Trappists merely out of a hope for peace in the next world: something has told them, with unshakable conviction, that the next world begins in this world and that heaven can be theirs now, very truly, even though imperfectly, if they give their lives to the one activity which is the […]

Quote for the Day

by Carl McColman

Only in love can I find You, my God. In love the gates of my soul spring open, allowing me to breathe a new air of freedom and forget my own petty self. In love my whole being streams forth out of the rigid confines of narrowness and anxious self-assertion, which makes me a prisoner […]

To love many things…

by Carl McColman

The other day my co-worker, Robin, with whom I carpool, and I had a deep and philosophical conversation… about the weather. “This is such a great time of year,” I enthused, about September in Georgia. “Cool in the mornings, and yet still plenty of warmth in the afternoons.” She nodded, as I went on, “You […]