Monday, March 31, 2025
Friday, March 28, 2025
IN DEFENSE OF THE KITCHEN, THE SKIRTS, AND CIVILIZATION
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
ADDITIVE COMPOSITION
This curious figure, found in the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, allows any addition, whether horizontal, vertical, or transversal, to result in the age at which Our Lord Jesus Christ reached: 33.
Monday, March 24, 2025
Saturday, March 22, 2025
THE LAW DOES NOT MAKE GOODNESS; GOODNESS MAKES THE LAW
There is a music that was never written, yet it resounds in every star. A melody older than time, firmer than stone, and subtler than the wind. That music is divine order.
And the first thing that must be said—with the solemnity of a bell at dawn—is that this order is not imposition, but love. It is not the tyranny of cold logic, but the perfect outpouring of a wisdom that loves what it creates and creates what it loves. God does not command because He desires to be obeyed, but because everything that exists has a place, a form, and a purpose. Because every thing must be what it is, and not something else.
GOODNESS IS THE SOURCE, NOT THE RESULT
That is why goodness is not born of commandment. It is the commandment that is born of goodness. The law is not a hammer but a tuned string. God does not arbitrarily decree what is right; He reveals it. He reveals it as the law of gravity reveals itself to the one who falls, or the law of fire to the one who touches the flame. Only this fire does not destroy—it purifies.
God, who is eternal order, does not command out of will to power, but out of perfection of being. And the law—the true law, which burns like a fixed star in the vault of the soul—is simply the radiance of that order reflected in the intelligence of man. It is not a rule that restricts; it is a form that reveals. Not a chain that binds, but a map that guides.
THE ORDERED NATURE OF MAN
And here is where sin shows itself for what it is. Not a mere act of disobedience, as if God were irritated by an administrative oversight. But something far deeper and more tragic: a voluntary act of disorder, a rejection of intelligible good, a betrayal of the very nature of man. For man was made for something. He has a purpose. He is not a leaf blown by chance, but a rational creature oriented toward the Good, made in the image of Wisdom.
To sin, then, is not merely to transgress an instruction, but to deviate from the end. It is, as Aquinas said, aversio a Deo et conversio ad creaturam. And not by accident, but by a twisted choice of the soul, which—though it could follow the light—chooses the shadow.
God does not impose this end. He impresses it. Like a sculptor who does not force the stone, but frees it. Like a musician who does not dominate the notes, but gives them their place. Such is divine order: not tyrannical, but generous. It does not constrain—it defines. It does not reduce—it elevates.
FREEDOM ACCORDING TO PURPOSE
Our age—so proud of its freedom and so confused about its meaning—has inverted everything. It thinks the law is a limit imposed from without, rather than the expression of what we are within. It believes that obeying a law is the abdication of freedom, when in fact it is its very condition. For only he is free who is free for the good, just as only the train that follows the rails is fast.
Sin, on the other hand, promises freedom but gives vertigo. It promises flight but lets go of the wings. It is, in essence, an act against being. Against one’s own being. It is to choose not to be what we were called to be. It is to betray the secret architecture of the soul, which was made to love, to know, to adore.
That is why every true law is not an invention, but a window. It shows us the world as it was meant to be. And every true morality is not a list of duties, but an echo of the primal Good that gives form to all that lives.
CONCLUSION: TO SIN IS TO LOSE THE MUSIC
The law does not make goodness. Goodness makes the law. And not by human logic, but by divine radiance. The law is not the beginning; it is the consequence. The root is Love, and the branch is order. God does not command good things—things are good because they flow from Him.
And the sinner does not simply break a rule. He breaks the bond with his end, the thread that tied him to his fullness. He strays from his true form, like an abandoned temple, like a song that drifts from its key.
The most tragic thing about sin is not that it offends God like a subject offends a king. The most tragic thing is that it rejects the God who wanted us to be happy by being what we are.
And the most glorious thing about the divine law is not that it punishes, but that it points the way to perfection.
Friday, March 21, 2025
SAINT JOSEPH, THE JUST MAN
In the quiet of the house, where the adobe whispers,
rested the man of wood and palm,
his face serene beneath the infinite gaze
of the Son who once gave him life.
His soul ascended,
like fragrant incense,
and the peace within him echoed eternity.
His hands, worn by the weight of time,
were entwined in silent prayer,
like roots seeking the deep earth,
close to the dream of eternal love.
In them, the sweat of truth;
in his fingers, the pulse of a God made flesh.
His eyes, two gentle flames,
bore witness to a boundless love.
In his chest beat the peace
that flowed from the breath of creation.
And in his gaze rested the echo
of all the centuries to come.
He, the just man, the guardian of the Word,
under the humble roof of Nazareth.
Beside him, the Virgin,
who guarded each step with tenderness,
her hands full of life’s sweetness,
her soul a fulfilled promise.
The Son, the Savior,
rested in her embrace,
while Joseph, in silence,
knew that the weight of the world
had rested upon his shoulders.
Remember, Joseph, the roads of old,
the journey to Bethlehem, the guiding star,
and the flight in the shadows,
where dreams became voices that saved.
The tent of linen, the humble poverty,
the angel whispering in the silent night.
A simple man,
his heart filled with faith,
yet his eyes open to the divine mystery
that dwelled within his home.
And in the workshop, the hammer rang,
the crackling fire sang its hymn—
the hymn of sacrifice,
of a life lived for another,
of a soul that chose the shadows
in service of the Light.
The bed grew heavier,
Joseph’s breath slowed,
and the angels, unable to hold back their joy,
gathered at the threshold,
almost touching his soul.
The Virgin looked upon her husband with infinite tenderness,
the Lamb lifted His gaze,
and in that moment,
the glory long awaited by Heaven
became tangible.
—“My father,”— spoke the Son,
“your justice has paved my path,
your faith has upheld the very foundation of the earth.”
And Joseph, his voice trembling,
answered the Son of the Promise:
—“My Son, my glory is your gaze,
my life has been a witness to your light.
I am but dust,
yet in You, I found my everything.
You have been my purpose,
and my offering is your will.”
Joseph looked, one last time,
at the light streaming through the window.
The sun rose in its strength,
and a deep peace covered the room.
The heavens opened,
the radiance of the Holy Spirit filled the chamber,
and a choir of angels sang in his honor.
Joseph, the foster father,
the man made great in his humility,
fell into the sleep of the just.
And as his soul ascended to the Throne of the Lamb,
glory wrapped around him like a resplendent mantle,
and all of Heaven, in its magnificence,
proclaimed him the protector of the Holy Family.
Saint Joseph, now glorified,
was seated at the right hand of the King,
on an eternal throne,
greater than any crown,
whose brilliance shone beyond the sun,
and whose name was spoken with reverence
by every angel and saint in heaven.
OMO
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
PRAYER TO SAINT JOSEPH
Glorious Patriarch Saint Joseph, whose power makes impossible things possible, come to my aid in these moments of anguish and difficulty. Take under your protection the grave and difficult situations I entrust to you, so that they may have a good solution. My beloved Father, all my trust is in you. Let it not be said that I have called upon you in vain, and, as you can do all things with Jesus and Mary, show me that your goodness is as great as your power. Amen.