Friday, November 30, 2012

Friday Florilegia, Friday, November 30, 2012

From the Old Testament Reading for the Second Sunday of Advent.


Second Sunday of Advent
Lectionary: 6

Reading 1 Bar 5:1-9

Jerusalem, take off your robe of mourning and misery;
put on the splendor of glory from God forever:
wrapped in the cloak of justice from God,
bear on your head the mitre
that displays the glory of the eternal name.
For God will show all the earth your splendor:
you will be named by God forever
the peace of justice, the glory of God's worship.

Up, Jerusalem! stand upon the heights;
look to the east and see your children
gathered from the east and the west
at the word of the Holy One,
rejoicing that they are remembered by God.
Led away on foot by their enemies they left you:
but God will bring them back to you
borne aloft in glory as on royal thrones.
For God has commanded
that every lofty mountain be made low,
and that the age-old depths and gorges
be filled to level ground,
that Israel may advance secure in the glory of God.
The forests and every fragrant kind of tree
have overshadowed Israel at God's command;
for God is leading Israel in joy
by the light of his glory,
with his mercy and justice for company.


7 Quick Takes on Friday, Friday, November 30, 2012





Here it is, Thursday, and I haven't written one word on my Friday post.  Whoever happens to stop here to read this may be just as happy if I don't.  Oh well, the blog life goes on.




l'll have to say, it's been a quiet week.  It seems like a lull between Thanksgiving now over and Advent yet to come.  I don't remember, since I've been in the Church, that Advent came the week after Thanksgiving, rather than the Sunday after.  Seems to have thrown the entire holiday schedule off a bit.




This year, I decided to pick a book to read for Advent, as I've done every year for the last 5 or 6 years for Lent.  The Lenten reading is called for in the Rule of St. Benedict, and I think it's a wonderful habit to get into.  It encourages you to spend time with one author, and one work, and really get some meaning from the text.


This year's Advent reading is the first volume of the liturgical sermons of Guerric of Igny.  I realize it may have slipped your mind who old Guerric is, so I'll remind you.  Guerric is one of the founding fathers of the Cistercian order, roughly a contemporary of St Bernard of Clairvaux, who was encourage to the monastic life by St Bernard himself.  After about 10 years or so in the monastery, I think at Clairvaux, he became the second abbot of the Cistercian house at Igny, in the diocese of Rheims.  This monastery or the land therefore, anyway, was given to St Bernard by the bishop of Rheims for Bernard's efforts in settling a dispute between the bishop and the lay people in the diocese.  All of this happened nearly 900 years ago; my how time flies.




I just learned I didn't win the $560 mil Powerball drawing.  I don't understand, the clerk who sold me the ticket absolutely assured me that it was the winner.  Just can't trust anyone these days.




There was some excitement this week, involving my neighbor's driveway.  This being Colorado, everything is uphill, especially that driveway, it looks like a ski slope.  The neighbor has a Jeep which he usually drives, however, on Tuesday; his wife decided she should take the Jeep.  So, she backed it out of the garage, forgot to set the parking brake, and got out to fetch something she had forgotten.  Guess what happened?  Of course, the Jeep decided to roll down the driveway, coming dangerously close to rolling off and landing in my dining room.  It eventually turned the other way and ended in another neighbor's front yard.  In the process of making that turn, it knocked a rock off the retaining wall that supports the driveway, which ended up against the foundation of my house, about a foot from my gas meter.  I count myself very thankful that it didn't hit the gas meter and, therefore, blow my house to smithereens.  I would have been a crispy critter, which really would have ticked me off after going through the great wood floor project and seeing said project to completion.




I think bloggers often like to write more about their blog, and themselves writing the blog, than about useful topics that should properly be covered in their chosen area of interest.  I see this all the time and am hardly immune from the temptation.  For instance, I realize I must return the focus of this blog to Benedictine and Camaldolese topics.  I'm thinking of choosing an overall theme for next year of two or three Benedictine topics, most likely silence, stability, and obedience.  All of these practices are ones that I hope to enjoy more of once retirement begins.  Still haven't decided about that, and, since I have the attention span and memory of a gnat, may forget the idea by the time New Year's rolls around anyway.




I see Jennifer, our very kind hostess, is hoping to live in a way that allows more monastic influence in her life.  That, in the end, is what the life of a Benedictine oblate is all about.    It is, sadly, much more difficult for the oblate than for a professed monk living in a monastery.  Still, I think it would greatly benefit the world we live in if more people followed her example; it would be much more peaceful and serene.


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

A Word on Wednesday, Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Charity is neither weak nor blind. It is essentially prudent, just, temperate, and strong. Unless all the other virtues blend together in charity, our love is not genuine. No one who really wants to love another will consent to love him falsely. If we are going to love others at all, we must make up our minds to love them well. Otherwise our love is a delusion.


Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Early Church Fathers, Sunday, November 25, 2012

“As for certain lesser faults, we must believe that, before the Final Judgment, there is a purifying fire. He who is truth says that whoever utters blasphemy against the Holy Spirit will be pardoned neither in this age nor in the age to come. From this sentence, we understand that certain offenses can be forgiven in this age, but certain others in the age to come.”

Pope St. Gregory the Great


Friday, November 23, 2012

Friday Florilegia, Friday, November 23, 2012

First Sunday of Advent
Gospel Lk 21:25-28, 34-36
Jesus said to his disciples:
"There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars,
and on earth nations will be in dismay,
perplexed by the roaring of the sea and the waves.
People will die of fright
in anticipation of what is coming upon the world,
for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.
And then they will see the Son of Man
coming in a cloud with power and great glory.
But when these signs begin to happen,
stand erect and raise your heads
because your redemption is at hand.

"Beware that your hearts do not become drowsy
from carousing and drunkenness
and the anxieties of daily life,
and that day catch you by surprise like a trap.
For that day will assault everyone
who lives on the face of the earth.
Be vigilant at all times
and pray that you have the strength
to escape the tribulations that are imminent
and to stand before the Son of Man."

7 Quick Takes on Friday, Friday, November 23, 2012





Much of what I post consists of quotations from the saints, the Church Fathers, or some Catholic writers such as Chesterton, or Merton, or Newman, and almost always I do so without comment.  It may seem an easy way to come up with material for blog posts, a cop out, but it isn't.  The reason I do this is that the Tradition of the Church is so rich, and so in danger of being forgotten (it will never be lost), that I think it worthwhile to call attention to what is there and let those who helped build that Tradition speak for themselves; there's little of value I can add to that by way of improvement.




One thing I notice about reading a book by Chesterton is that I have a hard time getting into it and, once into it, have an even harder time putting it down.




The wood floor project, I should say, the great wood floor project is done and things begin to return to normal.  As stressful and the upset way, I think the end result worth it.  It's a huge improvement in terms of appearance, and should be an improvement in ease of upkeep.  On top of that, our cat Ariel, one who suffers greatly from allergies with stuffy nose and runny eyes, as I do, seems to be having some measure of relief.




I have to admit that when I started doing these 7 Quick Takes on Friday posts it was mostly to promote the blog through Jennifer Fulwiler’s kind gesture to very obscure writers like me.  However, I’ve come to see this exercise in a different light, one of promoting a little greater discipline and even attentiveness in my life.  It takes some effort in these directions to come up with seven short topics to include in one post.  I think this is a good thing, better even, than getting publicized on Jennifer’s blog, nice as that is.




We’re having warm temps, clear skies all week this week.  It’s really nice and I wish that I could get out much more than I do.  I think I desire to get out more due to the short days we have at this time of year.  Don’t worry, though, the cycle turns around again on December 21st when we have the first day of (officially) winter.  With the warm, clear weather




Sonny Eliot died this week, he was 91.  For those of you not from Detroit, he was a legendary TV weatherman, beginning in the '50s, and all round broadcaster who could make even the most routine weather forecast a joy to watch.  He was famous, at least with me, for his abbreviations describing the next day’s expected weather which he wrote in chalk on a green “blackboard” during his show, see below.  For example, on a clear cool day, the word was “clool.”  It was camp, but everybody loved it.  He had a serious side, though.  He served on a B-24 in WWII and was shot down and captured.  He provided entertainment for his fellow prisoners until they were finally liberated.  RIP, Sonny.





It’s a short week and I’m flat out of ideas, I hope you all enjoyed a very Blessed Thanksgiving.


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Word on Wednesday, Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.

Saint Francis de Sales

Monday, November 19, 2012

From The House of Intellect

"The modern educated democrat, then, is not anti-intellectual in the sense of shunning novelty or undervaluing intelligence.  The truer and more serious charge is that he neglects or resists or shies away from one form of intelligence, which in Intellect.  And this we see with peculiar vividness in the United States where, precisely, customs and routines do not mask the defect:  it is for lack of Intellect that we have such a hard time judging persons and ideas; it is absence of Intellect that makes us so frightened of criticism and so inept at conversation; it is disregard of Intellect that has brought our school system to its present ridiculous paralysis.  In any large collective enterprise, such as the production of rockets and satellites, it is dearth of Intellect -- not of intelligence -- that agravates the normal causes of friction and slows down accomplishment."

Jacques Barzun, The House of Intellect

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Early Church Fathers, Sunday, November 18, 2012

“Let the mouth also fast from disgraceful speeches and railings. For what does it profit if we abstain from fish and fowl and yet bite and devour our brothers and sisters? The evil speaker eats the flesh of his brother and bites the body of his neighbor. ” 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Quick Takes, Friday, November 16, 2012


Many thanks to Jennifer at Conversion Diary for hosting the original 7 Quick Takes on Friday!



I’ve been thinking about the experience of coming home, being in a familiar place either on a routine basis or after a time of separation.  We’ve all had the experience.  Any more, I feel it most often when I enter a Catholic Church, especially a parish church that I don’t often attend.  I’ve felt that way almost since the time we crossed the Tiber, probably because of the extensive travelling, both in the US and abroad, that I’ve done since then.


I felt this again the other day at noon Mass at the Cathedral here.  I saw the baptismal font and candle, the ambo, the presider’s chair, the crucifix, the statues, the Tabernacle, things you’d see in any parish, and I felt at home, at peace, on familiar ground.  Then it hit me that the things weren’t the reason I felt as I did, it wasn’t the what, it was the Who.  I realized that the real reason for my feeling of being where I belonged was that Jesus was there in the Real Presence in the Tabernacle.  I don’t know why that never occurred to be before because it’s so obviously true. 




The Papal Nuncio to the U.S., Archbishop Vigano, spoke at Notre Dame last week and said this:


The apostolic nuncio, who serves as the Pope’s diplomatic representative to the U.S., said this is a “tragedy” for both the believer and for democratic society.

Archbishop Vigano’s Nov. 4 speech keynoted the University of Notre Dame’s Institute for Church Life conference. He discussed martyrdom, persecution, and religious freedom, with a particular focus on the United States.

He cited Catholics’ duties to be disciples of Christ, not elements of a political or secular ideology. He lamented the fact that many Catholics are publicly supporting “a major political party” that has “intrinsic evils among its basic principles.”

“There is a divisive strategy at work here, an intentional dividing of the Church; through this strategy, the body of the Church is weakened, and thus the Church can be more easily persecuted,” the nuncio said.

Archbishop Vigano observed that some influential Catholic public officials and university professors are allied with forces opposed to the Church’s fundamental moral teachings on “critical issues” like abortion, population control, the redefinition of marriage, embryonic stem cell research and “problematic adoptions.”

He said it is a “grave and major problem” when self-professed Catholic faculty at Catholic institutions are the sources of teachings that conflict with Church teaching on important policy issues rather than defend it.

I’ve long felt this was a real possibility, and like many Catholics, I can’t understand why this conduct by elected officials and university professors has been tolerated by the bishops in this country.  I hope they are waking up to what’s been happening and may begin to become more aggressive in opposing it, as we all must.




I’ve been trying more and more to simplify and quiet my life.  As I get a bit older, I feel the need ever more urgently to find silence in life.  I think we both feel this way and have taken a few positive steps toward the goal; after the wood flooring project, the Direct TV boxes were disconnected and will be returned to the satellite provider.  I found this from Abbot Phillip of the Benedict Abbey of Christ in the Desert on monastic silence:


Here we touch on the theme of silence once again. There is no doubt that in the Rule of Benedict, silence is one of the most important aspects of a monk. Learning to be silent is more than just keeping the external silence. On the other hand, if one cannot keep external silence, then probably the internal silence is not very profound either. It really is a challenge for the monk to be still and silent in the face of God and with his brothers.


Two points caught my eye.  First, silence must be internal, not just an external, physical lack of noise and speech.  I find that too much TV greatly disrupts the possibility for internal silence.  The second, even more important, is that our silence is undertaken in the face of God and also our brothers.  How much easier, and maybe more holy, would our lives be if we had less to say, especially to those who might, on occasion, rub us the wrong way.  How many times to we inject a comment in a situation where keeping silent would have been the wiser way?  I lost count many moons ago.




Despite my best efforts, I caught a bit of Rush Limbaugh while toodling around town in the SUV.  This comment concerning the Petraeus, et al, scandal was worth noting: “It’s obvious, the generals are being led around by their privates.” 

Just sayin’


"The key to interior growth is based on the fact that voluntary acts leave traces. We all know people who are very skillful at a variety of performances: craftsmen, athletes, musicians, etc. All have in common the ability to do easily and well what for others would be impossible or, at least, very difficult. They have mastered those techniques by repeating the same actions over and over again. The same rule applies in the education of the spirit: repetition. More than just training the body, this is formation of the spirit."  From The Virtues of Holiness, by Fr Lorda


We're enjoying beautiful weather for November here in Colorado.  Wonder how long it will last?


BTW, Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday Florilegia, Friday, November 16, 2012


The Solemnity of Christ the King
Lectionary: 161

Reading 1 Dn 7:13-14

As the visions during the night continued, I saw
one like a Son of man coming,
on the clouds of heaven;
when he reached the Ancient One
and was presented before him,
the one like a Son of man received dominion, glory, and kingship;
all peoples, nations, and languages serve him.
His dominion is an everlasting dominion
that shall not be taken away,
his kingship shall not be destroyed.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

A Word on Wednesday, Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Man cannot live without joy; therefore when he is deprived of true spiritual joys it is necessary that he become addicted to carnal pleasures.

Thomas Aquinas


Friday, November 9, 2012

7 Quick Takes, Friday, November 9, 2012


I'm hoping to be a bit more upbeat this week than last, the floor project is finally done and all that remains is to move the furniture back on the weekend. It seems like it's been a long haul and very unsettling in the process, I'll be very happy to try to begin to resume normal life.

I guess the level of disruption I've felt is an indication of my hermit soul, and certainly points to my Benedictine inclination. Monastics base their lives on the idea of stability, the idea that constancy is an important element of a well grounded spiritual life. I can easily imagine monks, especially those who've been in the monastery a long time, being even more upset than we've been when some major disruption in their routine comes upon them. The monks of Blue Cloud Abbey in South Dakota voted to close their monastery due to a lack of vocations and I can only imagine how difficult that decision must have been for all of them.

The thing that keeps me sane, or leaning toward the sane end of the scale anyway, is seeing events like Hurricane Sandy, and experiencing events like the Waldo Canyon fire here last summer, and knowing that I am very lucky to have a home still standing, even if in some disarray, many people don't. At least I know that with time and a little elbow grease, things will return to normal, and be even better and more manageable with the new wood floors.


There was a business trip taken this week out to San Diego, to a beautiful hotel overlooking the marina, a great place for a business meeting. Our company puts a great deal of time and thought and work into providing a positive experience for both our customers and our employees, and I think it's appreciated by both groups. On, the other hand, I always amazed that the airline industry can, with relative impunity, abuse it's customers on a regular basis. Now that I have an artificial shoulder, it is no longer possible to board an airliner without a "pat down." I'm sorry to go on a rant, but I think it's symptomatic of our time that we allow, in the name of government regulation, something that would be absolutely illegal on any street corner to occur on a day to day basis in an airport. If I can help it, this will be the last trip I make by commercial airline. [No it won't, that's clearly just rant talk.]

Despite the wonderful surroundings in San Diego, the trip was extremely busy, hectic, I'll have to say. We did take one break on Wednesday to take a walk along the trail/pathway that goes along the beach. That was a welcome break. That said, I'm still very happy to be home.


There will be no comment on the recent election. I think it's time to put all that behind us and try to muddle on with the victor. I'm reminded that the motto for the Moffat family (clan?) is spero meliora -- we hope for better things. I'm proud to be a scion of a family that somehow, at some time in history, was important enough, or self-promoting enough, to have such a motto. I can't help but think it's of recent vintage and the product of, perhaps, the Scottish tourist industry, but still it's mine and I accept it. It has, however, always made me think that it ties nicely with a sort of quiet desperation that has seemed prevalent in my family, a kind of fatal expectation that things will be bad, probably get worse, but still we'll somehow manage to hope, against all odds, that things will be better. That particular trait will be well tested over the coming months and years.


I continue to look forward to the possibility of retirement. I read in a book recently that the two most common reasons people give for wanting to retire are the desire to live according to their own schedule and the hope for time to do what is important in life. I share both of those desires and this represents something of a turning point for me; this outlook on life is of recent vintage and something I would never have dreamed of even 5 years ago. I wonder if, after say 6 months of retirement, I'll feel the same way? I think I will because, tied to it's advent, is my wish to live more in accord with by Camaldolese oblate vocation.


The work on the floor project is complete, all that remains is to replace furniture and begin cleaning the house. That could be, when all is said and done, a two or three month task. It seems like there's sawdust everywhere, in every nook and cranny. We need to be patient about this process and I remain grateful that we still have a house, after the Waldo fire this year, that wasn't something I was completely sure I'd be saying today. Also, the victims of Hurricane Sandy, and it's beginning to appear, another failure in government response and responsibility, are not so fortunate, even now. Please keep the victims of both catastrophes in your prayers.


This is number 6, only one more to go.


I wonder what is so magic about the number 7? It seems primordial in man, after all, God created the universe in 6 days and rested on the 7th. Really now, why did he choose to wrap things up in 7 days? Why not 11? or 9? But he didn't and now the blasted number keeps cropping up everywhere, in popular culture it shows up in mystery fiction, The 7% Solution, in classic westerns, The Magnificent Seven. Why couldn't it have been The Magnificent Eleven. After all, wouldn't their odds have been much better by making it a more even fight? I want to rebel, fight the inevitable, watch The Dirty Dozen, a fine movie, but I dare not. After all, Jennifer knows.

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Friday Florilegia, Friday, November 9, 2012

The Gospel reading for the 33rd Sunday in Ordinary Time

GOSPEL Mk 13:24-32

Jesus said to his disciples:
"In those days after that tribulation
the sun will be darkened,
and the moon will not give its light,
and the stars will be falling from the sky,
and the powers in the heavens will be shaken.

"And then they will see 'the Son of Man coming in the clouds'
with great power and glory,
and then he will send out the angels
and gather his elect from the four winds,
from the end of the earth to the end of the sky.

"Learn a lesson from the fig tree.
When its branch becomes tender and sprouts leaves,
you know that summer is near.
In the same way, when you see these things happening,
know that he is near, at the gates.
Amen, I say to you,
this generation will not pass away
until all these things have taken place.
Heaven and earth will pass away,
but my words will not pass away.

"But of that day or hour, no one knows,
neither the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."

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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Word on Wednesday, Wednesday, November 7, 2012, St Charles Borromeo

“If a tiny spark of God’s love already burns within you, do not expose it to the wind, for it may get blown out… Stay quiet with God. Do not spend your time in useless chatter… Do not give yourself to others so completely that you have nothing left for yourself.  (St. Charles Borromeo)

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Early Church Fathers, Sunday, November 4, 2012, St. Augustine

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.

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Friday, November 2, 2012

7 Quick Takes on Friday, Friday, November 2, 2012




Once again, I sit here, staring at a blank sheet of (electronic) paper and can't think of one "quick take," much less seven.  Where is that bottle of Bushmill's Black Label when you need it most?




I wonder if sometime soon pens are going to become obsolete.  On Sunday, I put my favorite Cross pen, a Contour model with the broad, blue, refill before heading out to do some shopping.  I expected to use it to sign charge slips.  By the time I got home, it had never seen the light of day; it remained unused after stops at three stores.  No store we visited used paper charge card slips, all are now using electronic machines of varying quality to record purchases on credit cards. 


My wonder is that any trace of true human interaction, minus some machine of some sort in the middle.  It's as if the machine, and supposedly directly related efficiencies gained, had become more important than direct human involvement.  Sometimes, technology is nice, but there are indeed times I wonder if we wouldn't be better off without it.




Speaking of technology, Hurricane Sandy, as tragic as it was, had gone a long way to show just what happens when we are overly reliant on technology.  New York City has come to a stop it seems, with no one able to move about very well, and thousands upon thousands without power.  The question arises how those people, whose situation probably won't improve for many days, will be able to do such simple things as cook food?  I remember a time when some of my relatives didn't have electricity and used, literally, wood-burning stoves for all their cooking and baking needs.  They were pretty good cooks too.  Now, that option is gone and people suffer for it.  The general assumption that the lights will always go on is hardly one that can be relied upon.




I also notice that victims of Hurricane Sandy are furious that their city and state governments aren't doing more to feed them.  I read of one man who said he had taken it for granted that after the storm, the government would be there to distribute food for him and his family.  At the risk of seeming mean spirited, didn't that man know the storm was coming?  Could he not have taken steps on his own, in advance, to ensure he had several days worth of food and water on hand so that he wouldn't need to rely on someone else who might not be there?  Couldn't he have banded together with his neighbors to stockpile some emergency supplies, and maybe back up generators, in order to be even more assured of getting through a week or more of difficult conditions?

I worry that no one seems able to even consider the possibility of not relying on someone else in times of emergency.  I worry that this tendency to assume that, if we are in some sort of trouble, or experience a time of personal hardship, it's up to someone else to sort it all out, will not serve us well in the coming years.  Not well at all.




I note that this past week Jacques Barzun passed away.  It occurred to me that there are very few, if any, people who stand ready to take his place as a serious intellectual critic of society.  Those who are credited with being the thought leaders of our time really aren't, they are mostly ideologues promoting one or the other set of political  opinions.  I quote from a column on the Crisis Magazine website discussing Fr. Bernard Lonergan:


While Im generally skeptical in the face of apocalyptic fears, there can be no doubt that we find ourselves grappling with the loss of a pre-modern world where we oriented our institutions and selves in keeping with objective cosmological, ontological, and communal orders. Lacking thick accounts of who we are, what were for, what we should do, and for what we hope, we are unmoored and adrift, all the while celebrating this very absence of structure as evidence of our freedom and autonomy. Further, the correlation between the unmoored or disencumbered self of contemporary life and some of the current crises seems fairly strongthe rejection of traditional notions of marriage, for example. This cultural malaise results from the absence of robust understandings of human nature, personhood, normative relations, and integral human flourishing. And the same could be said for many of the other issues under deliberation as we enter the voting booths in a few days.




Five down, two to go.


I guess I should say something about the just passed Halloween.  This is a much bigger day than when I was growing up and I have a hard time understanding why the change.  When I was trick or treat age, which, by the way, was generally regarded as something for kids from the ages of 4 or 5 to about 10, we dressed up in costumes, went around the neighborhood on the night, and that was it.  Adults didn't participate, as they were not, and did not want to be, kids. 




I'm really, really tempted to push the envelope some day, and only do six quick takes.  Alas, courage fails me once again.  Jennifer would be upset.

Friday Florilegia, Friday, November 2, 2012

Gospel for the 32nd Sunday in Ordinary Time
Gospel Mk 12:38-44

In the course of his teaching Jesus said to the crowds,
"Beware of the scribes, who like to go around in long robes
and accept greetings in the marketplaces,
seats of honor in synagogues,
and places of honor at banquets.
They devour the houses of widows and, as a pretext
recite lengthy prayers.
They will receive a very severe condemnation."

He sat down opposite the treasury
and observed how the crowd put money into the treasury.
Many rich people put in large sums.
A poor widow also came and put in two small coins worth a few cents.
Calling his disciples to himself, he said to them,
"Amen, I say to you, this poor widow put in more
than all the other contributors to the treasury.
For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth,
but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had,
her whole livelihood."