Friday of the Eleventh Week in Ordinary Time

Today’s readings

“Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” What a beautiful – and challenging – word we have today from the Gospel. We could use this as an occasion to talk about stewardship, and that might be legitimate. But I think that Jesus is getting at something a bit different here. The clue to what he’s getting at, I think, is the little saying that comes right after this.

“If your eye is sound, your whole body will be filled with light;
but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be in darkness.”

My mother always used to say that “the eye is the window to the soul.” That’s kind of what this saying is about. What is it that we are letting into our souls through the windows of our eyes? There is an ancient church virtue of the “custody of the eye.” What we let ourselves see has a direct result on what happens in our spiritual life. If we find that our lives are off track, that we aren’t praying well, that our relationships are tense at best, well, maybe we’re seeing the wrong stuff. Television, movies, the internet – all of these provide occasions of sin for all of us.

And Jesus is right, when we allow our eyes to be bad, our whole body – even our soul – can be in darkness. If we really treasure our spiritual lives, then our eyes and our hearts will find that they are on things that are worthy of being seen and experienced. So maybe this summer is an occasion for a little less TV, better chosen movies, and some serious time with a good book, or perhaps, the Good Book! For where your treasure is, there your heart, and your eye, and your mind, and your soul, will be also.

Sensing Spirits | Ears, Nose and Eyes

https://onemomentoflove7.wordpress.com/2026/06/14/sensing-spirits-ears-nose-and-eyes/

#sight : the faculty of seeing

- French: vue

- Italian: vista

- Portuguese: visão

- Spanish: vista

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Selected Poems from Mykyta Ryzhykh

The naturalization of hatred
Every day, the giant boulders of the brain create little sons to atone for guilt
Are sons resurrected?
The magnolia outside the window blooms expressively quietly, as if guessing something

Anger-dictatorship
I pretend to be a god every morning over a cup of coffee

Stars-blindness
Castrated calm screams in the language of stones
Motherland of life
The taste of faith
Wrath service of the gun

Stone-ruin
Time to change clothes and pick up picks

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What do you see
The inner kitten will bring the devil’s slippers in his teeth in the morning in exchange for
living space with Wi-Fi

What do you see being blind
The sexual joy of a mouse pressed to the floor by a cat’s paw
hate pornography with guts out
sun bunnies devoured by air wolves

What do you see
The deceased son comes every night in a dream in tears and asks to be resurrected

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Kira Muratova

The film begins after the ending, when a balding virgin takes off her wig, like a fancy dress costume, and shoves the wig into a face on the other side of the screen.
Hungry rats need to be fed body parts.
Last but not least, feed with the brain, never with the heart.
In the last turn of people today – it is necessary to make your way. No need to push your way into people. It is better to try to become a butterfly.

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Religion is a hobby club for those who have never died

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The secret of the soul
Secretion of guilt
Who will kiss my neck and turn me into a vampire?

The dream of a soldier who will turn a gun into a sex shop toy

Who will kiss me?
Nobody

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Mosquitoes fly to the scent of blood
So are military pilots

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There are as many explosions as there are stars in the sky
Every night to underground storage and bunkers
An alarm siren sounds

Life is wonderful as if it started from an egg and not from a dead chicken

First published in “A Thin Slice of Anxiety“

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