Church of the Mother of God on the Lake, Bled, Slovenia

Church of the Mother of God on the Lake
Don Michael Hudson, PhD

Church of the Mother of God on the Lake, Bled, Slovenia (May 21)

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“It’s so easy to drown in the dream.
Oh, and everything is not what it seems
This life is but a dream,
Shattered illusions that hold your spirit down.
Open up your heart and you’ll find love all around.
Breathing and moving are healing
And soothing away
All the pain in life holding you down.”
Sturgill Simpson, “Breakers Roar”

Church of the Mother of God on the Lake, Bled, Slovenia

Church of the Mother of God on the Lake, Bled, Slovenia (May 21)
Don Michael Hudson, PhD

Church of the Mother of God on the Lake, Bled, Slovenia (May 21)

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Statue of Mary Magdalene
“Then Jesus turned toward the woman while he was speaking to Simon, ‘Don’t you see this woman? When I came into your house, you did not even give me water for my feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. You did not kiss me when I entered your home, but she has been kissing my feet since I came in. You did not anoint my head, but she poured perfume on my feet. Listen to me, Simon; her innumerable sins are forgiven, so she pours out great love. But the person who is forgiven just a little will love only a little.’”
Gospel of Luke 7: 44-47 (translation mine)
The Scriptures do not name this woman so we don’t know if she is Magdalene or not. “Tradition” named this woman as St. Mary from Magdala.

Stara Fuzina, Slovenia (May 21)

Stara Fuzina, Slovenia (May 21)
Don Michael Hudson, PhD

Stara Fuzina, Slovenia (May 21)

 
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“As a Scot and a Presbyterian, my father believed that man by nature was a mess and had fallen from an original state of grace. Somehow, I early developed the notion that he had done this by falling from a tree. As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God’s rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word ‘beautiful.'”
 
Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It