Sentences with phrase «yet in contemplation»

However, the project is yet in contemplation stages and its still sometime for the final details to come across.

Not exact matches

My church had succumbed to writer Richard Rohr's prediction, «When the church is no longer teaching the people how to pray, we could almost say it will have lost its reason for existence,» Yet in the congregations I have visited, silence, meditation and contemplation were commonplace, and many new members testified to the spiritual attraction of prayer.

The hope of glory yet to come remains as a background of thought, but the foreground is more and more occupied by the contemplation of all the riches of divine grace enjoyed here and now by those who are in Christ Jesus.

And there is still another book, not yet in English — a series of talks given to laypeople in 1981, El Dios de la Vida («The God of Life»)-- that deals successively with the God of the Bible, the Kingdom of God and the relation between action and contemplation.

Yet if we are to judge purely on the basis of immediate aesthetic quality, of «intensity» in a Whiteheadian sense, on what grounds are we to prefer the experience of «passive» contemplation to that which comes from the active exercise of instrumental reason?

AND And teaches us to say yes And allows us to be both - and And keeps us from either - or And teaches us to be patient and long suffering And is willing to wait for insight and integration And keeps us from dualistic thinking And does not divide the field of the moment And helps us to live in the always imperfect now And keeps us inclusive and compassionate toward everything And demands that our contemplation become action And insists that our action is also contemplative And heals our racism, our sexism, heterosexism, and our classism And keeps us from the false choice of liberal or conservative And allows us to critique both sides of things And allows us to enjoy both sides of things And is far beyond any one nation or political party And helps us face and accept our own dark side And allows us to ask for forgiveness and to apologize And is the mystery of paradox in all things And is the way of mercy And makes daily, practical love possible And does not trust love if it is not also justice And does not trust justice if it is not also love And is far beyond my religion versus your religion And allows us to be both distinct and yet united And is the very Mystery of Trinity

They underline the virtues of quiet meditation, of contemplation and of control of the body by the mind and spirit in a way which is foreign to most Western minds, but which might yet prove valuable to modern Western man in his busy, noise - infested world.

Even when we prevision an act, such as worship, and reflect on what we have not yet done, the act contemplated does not grow out of the contemplation; its sources in the complex human soul are more various.

Yet when this speaker talked of his experience while working with this revered teacher, his stories were not of a monastic man deep in thought and contemplation.

Yet these are the stories wanting to be told, where there is room for the audience to stand before a work of art in contemplation of how we should live and why — that which truly brings us together.

As Zhang says, he is creating a «societal landscape,» one where, whether he is manipulating an image of a building in Chelsea or one half way around the world in China, his aim is not to efface but to meld disparate concepts and histories, disparate types of visual information, and make yet a third thing — a multifaceted, multi-media, object for contemplation.

Featuring three works, the Israeli artist's first solo show in Berlin is relatively modest at first sight, yet each of these pieces is rich with historical references, social commentary, and is the result of formal contemplations about the nature of the reproduced image.

As Twombly told the critic David Sylvester, «the Mediterranean is always just white, white, white»: in the 24 drawings called Poems to the Sea the colour blue barely appears, and yet the cursory lines and spots create a sea of the mind's eye — hours of contemplation transformed into a few cryptic marks.

This is the work of Leopold Strobl, born in 1960 in Mistelbach, Lower Austria, and who from a scarce biographic record comes across as a Kafka-esque figure — yet one who found definitive solace and redemption in artistic practice; the focused contemplation that keeps mental demons at bay.