Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Johnson, Friends of God and Prophets, in the chapel stall. On my night table, the following volume:
Brown, Robert McAfee. The Ecumenical Revolution: An Interpretation of the Catholic-Protestant Dialogue. Garden City, N.Y.: Doubelday, 1967.
Browsing through the 80th anniversary issue of The Catholic Worker.
The solemnly professed friars will confer this week about each of the novices and prepare their evaluation reports. They will vote on whether to recommend us for admission to temporary vows. A time of vigiling begins. As Jesus says, "Do not let your hearts be troubled." God, give us faith and settled hearts.
Attending two Masses this afternoon at the federal prison in Lompoc. Returning to San Lorenzo late this afternoon in time for the latter half of our holy hour, then after the evening meal a gentle transition into evening silence and communal recreation.
Now, to telephone my brother, because it's been too long since we last talked!
We've gone from hot to very warm to cool in a couple of days. The wind is strong, and the clouds are heavy, though there is still no rain in sight. (There is no moon in sight, either.) The fires that consume the world are dying down. But, as I keep saying, let the fires within never die. Those fires, they purify the world. They clear the way for new growth. Indeed, may they blaze all the more.