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St. Possidius

Today, May 17, is the feast day of St. Possidius, a North African saint who was a student of St. Augustine, and one of Augustine’s earliest biographers.

St. Possidius (5th century) was a friend of St. Augustine of Hippo who wrote a reliable biography and an indiculus or list of his works. He was bishop of Calama in the Roman province of Numidia. (via Wikipedia)

READ St. Possidius’s
Life of St. Augustine


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Here are a few new book releases from this week that are worth checking out:

(Where possible, we have also tried to include a review/interview related to the book…)

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Jonathan Pennington

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Whom St. Augustine Loved

A Review of

The Confessions of X: A Novel
Suzanne Wolfe

Hardback: Thomas Nelson, 2016
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Reviewed by Kathleen O’Malley
I generally avoid romances, but this is one I’m glad I read. The Confessions of X is a soulful saga of a woman’s life with those she loved. I admit, though, that after I saw the cover and summary of The Confessions of X, I wondered whether this would be a story with blatant sexual immorality. The fact that the story was about St. Augustine of Hippo’s common-law wife—or concubine, as was the term then—only strengthened this impression. In the modern culture, “concubine” is an uncomfortable word, and I shied from it initially. I eventually learned that in the fifth-century Roman world “concubinage” was a monogamous relationship between a man and woman—often of differing social statuses—who could not be married. It was an accepted arrangement, though perhaps not ideal, for situations when societal reasons forbade marriage.

Author Suzanne Wolfe approached the unnamed woman, X, from the perspective that Augustine’s words about her in his Confessions showed a loving relationship. Augustine wrote that when his mother arranged an advantageous marriage for him, “the woman with whom I had been living was torn from my side as an obstacle to my marriage and this blow crushed my heart to bleeding because I loved her dearly.” The Confessions of X is the story of X’s many years with Augustine leading up to this separation and after it.

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Today is the Feast of St. Augustine.  

In honor of the occasion, here are three poems by the saint from Hippo.

*** You might also enjoy Longfellow’s poem
The Ladder of St. Augustine.

In Praise of Dancing
St. Augustine

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“What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.”
-Saint Augustine,
Today is the feast of St. Augustine, who died on this date, 430AD

Poem of the Day:
Rita Dove  [ Tweet this ]

Kindle Ebook Deal of the Day: 
We Should All Be Feminists
by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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*** NOTE: This stated price is for the United States. Unfortunately, this offer may or may not be available in other countries. Sorry!

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The Wake Up Call – August 28, 2014


The Ladder of St. Augustine
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSaint Augustine! well hast thou said
   That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
   Beneath our feet each deed of shame!


All common things, each day’s events,
   That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,
   Are rounds by which we may ascend.


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