The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
Saint AugustineRead
Every visible thing in this world is put in the charge of an angel.
Interpretation
Saint Augustine suggests that everything in our world is overseen by a divine being or force.
In this quote, Saint Augustine reflects on the idea that the physical realm is not merely random but is instead governed by angels or spiritual overseers. This perspective implies a deeper order to existence, suggesting that there is an angelic presence that watches over and protects all visible things, inviting contemplation of the relationship between the divine and the material world.
In practice
During a speech about the spiritual interconnectedness of all living things.
The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
There is no health in those who are displeased by an element in Your creation, just as there was none in me when I was displeased by many things You had made. Because my soul didn't dare to say that my God displeased me, it refused to attribute to You whatever was displeasing.
Bad times, hard times, this is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: Such as we are, such are the times.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
Whatever skills I have acquired, whatever gifts I have been given, I place them at Your service.
Everyone who observes himself doubting observes a truth, and about that which he observes he is certain; therefore he is certain about a truth. Everyone therefore who doubts whether truth exists has in himself a truth on which not to doubt.... Hence one who can doubt at all ought not to doubt the existence of truth.
I have deep faith that the principle of the universe will be beautiful and simple
All of history misses out on the history of the soul. Human passions are so often not included in history.
For a while in my teens, I was sure I had it. It was about getting to heaven. If heaven existed and lasted forever, then a mere lifetime spent scrupulously following orders was a small investment for an infinite payoff. One day, though, I realized I was no longer a believer, and realizing that, I couldn't go back.
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts?
Flashbacks rarely involve language. Mine certainly didn't. They were visual, motor, and sensory, and they took place in a relentless, horrifying present.
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