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into great silence. part 4

mp3 generation

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Are we becoming iPod obsessed? Laptop depended? mp3 fanatics? (I've seen smth the other day about Londoners being so consumed by text-messaging WHILE walking, that the increase of street accidents are dangerously on the rise). 15 years ago they were bombarding us with the massages about "bad TV habits". Today it seems like a chant from another universe. Who would watch TV, when you can be INVOLVED via intergalactic gadgets connecting us with...yes...the whole world? Just one click away and the whole new reality of imagination is stirred and lured into the networking,web-surfing, blog reading, game playing etc.We need a teaching: how to survive the newest invasion of technology in everyday christian life? Oh, yes. I remember. We use it for the benefit of the Kingdom...

Czy mamy obsesje na punkcie iPodow? Czy jestesmy uzaleznieni od laptopow? Jestesmy fanatykami mp3? (Niedawno czytalam, ze Londynczycy sa tak zaabsorbowani pisaniem SmS-ow podczas chodzenia po ulicach, ze wypadki, ktore sa powodowane wlasnie przez takich osobnikow rosna w zstraszajaca szybkim tempie. 15 lat temu bombardowano nas wiadomosciami na temat"zlych przyzwyczajen do TV". Dzisiaj brzmi to jak wiadomosci zza swiatow. Kto by chcial ogladac TV, kiedy mozna byc calkowicie ZAANGAZOWANYM za posrednictwem mnostwa gadgetow laczacych nas z...calym swiatem? W zasiegu jednego klikniecia istnieje nieodkryty jeszcze swiat wyobrazen, ktory wzywa i przyciaga nasza uwage ku networking,web-surfing, blog reading, game playing.

Potrzebujemy nauczania: jak przetrwac najnowsza inwazje technologii w codziennym zyciu chrzescijanskim? Ach, no tak, pamietam i to. Wykorzystujemy to wszystko przeciez dla Krolestwa...

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That I might calm the turbulent emotions of my soul which arise from the planning and care of external things. That I might forget the forgettable and remember the eternal. That I might be seduced and wooed by the Absolute One. That I might give myself away to gain Him. That i might turn unreservedly to the Source of my life.

Uspokoje zawirowane uczucia mej duszy wydzierajace sie zza trosk rzeczy swiata zewnetrzengo. Zapomne o rzeczach zpomnianych i bede pamietac o wiecznych. Ulegne i przyciagnie mnie Ten, ktory jest Absolutem. Oddam mu sie w calosci, aby Go pozyskac. Zwroce sie calkowicie ku Zrodlu mego zycia.

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The day in a Carthusian monk: all in solitude, unless specifies otherwise

8.15 pm - go to bed

11.45 pm - individual prayer

12.15 am - Matins & Lauds - 2-3h prayer with other monks in church

6.30 am - Prime - prayer or spiritual reading from Scripture

7.45am - Mass in church with other monks

9.00am - Spiritual reading and study

10.00 - Terce prayer

10.45 am - Manual work or Study

11.45 am - Sext - prayer

12.00pm - Meal and recreation (reading, walking, gardening)

2.00 pm - Recitation of None, reading and study

3.15 pm - manual labor

4.00pm - Vespers

5.00pm - Vespers in church

7.00pm - Compline

8.00pm - bedtime

Once a week 2 h walk with monks, conversations and discussions.

Watch the clip from the movie Into great silence:

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into great silence. part 2

When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face. The "worst" is never the worst. Lam 3.28 (The Message)

Kiedy zycie staje sie uciazliwe i trudne, odejdz. Wkrocz w cisze. Zanurz sie w ciszy. Poklon w modlitwie. Nie pytaj, niech nadzieja sie ukaze. Nie uciekaj od uciskow. Zmierz sie z nimi. "Najgorsze" nie jest najgorszym. Lam 3.28 (wolny przeklad)

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Even I heard this song when I was small.. but I did not know they wrote it in the aftermath of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Here it goes:

Slyszalam te piosenke wielokrotnie w dziecinstwie, ale nie wiedzialam, ze napisana zostala po zamachu na J.F. Kennediego. Oto ona:

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence

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