I'll make this brief - thanks so much for your support, your kind comments and reading, but this Beliefnet gig comes to an end with this post.
I'm not going to offer long explanations because there really are no long, complicated

reasons. In brief: I have a different kind of writing to do, a real opportunity to do it, and it's the kind of writing that requires lots of thought and focus. I thought I could do both - because I have, in a way, in the past, but for whatever reason, I can't fit it all in my brain anymore. In order to do these other things, I need to have the spectre of "gotta blog something" and "wow, this is so bloggable" lifted from my consciousness. It just has to
go!
Thanks to Steve Waldman and everyone at Beliefnet for helping me and giving me this space for a while.
It's not a big deal. I'll be around - if not here, and not daily, other places now and then.
The
garden of the Lord, brethren, includes - yes, it truly includes -
includes not only the roses of martyrs but also the lilies of virgins,
and the ivy of married people, and the violets of widows. There is
absolutely no kind of human beings, my dearly beloved, who need to
despair of their vocation; Christ suffered for all. It was very truly
written about him: who wishes all men to be saved, and to come to the acknowledgement of the truth.
So let us understand how Christians ought to follow
Christ, short of the shedding of blood, short of the danger of
suffering death. The Apostle says, speaking of the Lord Christ, Who, though he was in the form of God, did not think it robbery to be equal to God. What incomparable greatness! But he emptied himself, taking the form of a servant, and being made in the likeness of men, and found in condition as a man. What unequalled humility!
Christ humbled himself: you have something, Christian, to latch on to.
Christ became obedient.
Why do you behave proudly? After running the course of these
humiliations and laying death low, Christ ascended into heaven: let us
follow him there. Let us listen to the Apostle telling us,
If you have risen with Christ, savour the things that are above us, seated at God's right hand.
.....I was an astronaut?"
Screenwriter Joe Eszterhas, who chronicled his reversion to Catholicism in
Crossbearer: A Memoir of Faith (#253 on my stack....), is
setting his sights on Guadalupe:The writer whose credits include the sexually explicit megabomb
"Showgirls" plans an original screenplay on the Virgin of Guadalupe, an
icon of the Virgin Mary that supposedly appeared to a Mexican peasant in the 16th century.
Once
notorious as a heavy boozer and smoker in Hollywood, Eszterhas overcame
his addictive habits and found God after he was diagnosed with throat
cancer.
"This is a labor of love for me,"
Eszterhas said. "I have been hoping for some time to write a film that
is both entertaining and inspiring."
Eszterhas' as-yet-untitled Guadalupe project is being written for Mpower Pictures, founded by producer Stephen McEveety, whose credits include Mel Gibson's religious blockbuster "The Passion of the Christ."
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