Friday, September 8, 2017
Perhaps it is because I am thinking about the Birth of Mary, which is celebrated in the Liturgy today... but for some reason, I cannot stop thinking about and rejoicing in the unbelievable way in which God chose me, and how He has pursued me for my entire life.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
I had never had the nerve to try to learn exactly how Crucifixion kills
until recently. It is even worse than I thought. I imagined myself
with Mary at the foot of the Cross, wanting to leave so that I did not
have to endure the pain and horror of watching, but unable to go because
I could not leave Him, either...and I wept, wishing I could love Him as
much as He loves me.
Being with our clients in St. Vincent de Paul is much the same...When we suffer with the people whom God
sends to SVDP, we are standing at the foot of the Cross suffering with
Jesus, witnessing His suffering, and not turning away--because we don't
want to leave Him alone. This is how we can honor Him, this is
how we can love Him--by staying there, even though we don't want to.
He would still do it: He would still suffer and die for us, whether we
stayed or not--because He loves us THAT much! ... but in some mystical
way, we are sharing in His suffering by staying, by going to these
people's homes, by hearing what they have to say, by praying with them,
and by helping them as best we can-- even though it's never enough.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
With the help of my spiritual director, I am concentrating on trying to develop the virtue of humility--and having set that as my goal, I am finding that God is giving me plenty of chances to grow in this virtue!
Until I became a Catholic, I considered humility to be a weakness: I viewed my arrogance as attractive self-confidence, a positive trait that had no need of modification. I went through life scattering people's feelings, with only pity for those poor, weak people, who could not stand up to my strength!
Wow, have I learned a lot since then.
I am dealing with a particularly difficult situation right now. Our pastor decided to change the locks on the parish building where an organization I head meets regularly at night--but he did not tell me or anyone else about this in advance, so I discovered it only when my key no longer worked. I was deeply hurt, because I had treasured the privilege of 24/7 access, which I needed because the office is only open 4 days a week, and there are resources in that building that I need to get to at odd days and times. However, even though he handled this clumsily due to lack of experience (this is his first pastorate), he certainly had the right to do this.
Soon after this change was made, I came there to set up for one of our evening meetings, which involved a potluck meal--and contrary to what had been promised, the building was locked, and I was unable to locate him or anyone else who could let me in. Finally one of the Deacons came and I got in... and then Father appeared--but I foolishly let loose my temper on him, with the bad effect you might expect.
Now, he is so angry because of my rudeness, that he is refusing to speak to me and give me an opportunity to apologize. At first, I tried to justify my behavior because of what he did-- but with the help of my spiritual director and my own reflection, I now see this incident for what it is: another example of my pride getting in the way of reason. If I had held my tongue that night, we could have had a rational conversation later, during which I could have explained my side and possibly even persuaded him to make an exception and let me have a new key. Instead, my pride destroyed that possibility and also seriously damaged the good relationship I had with him.
In an article I recently read about good mental health, one of the characteristics described is "Response Flexibility—the ability to pause before acting on my impulses and willfully change the direction of my actions if doing so suits me better than my initial impulses." Clearly, I am lacking in that area, and I hope that--having had this horrible experience, I will remember this next time!
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Last night at the Easter Vigil, I had the privilege of accompanying two friends (a married couple) who became Catholics. I had not known them prior to becoming involved in RCIA, so I was completely surprised and touched when they asked me if I would be their sponsor! No one has ever done that before, and--as a convert myself--this was very meaningful for me!
The Baptisms were first. All were asked by Father to give their assent to the Creed, which was very moving. In a few moments, Alice stepped down into the pool and knelt in the water so that Father could pour the blessed water over her with silver pitcher: it was so dramatic, so beautiful! I helped her up out of the Baptismal pool and escorted her to the Reconciliation Room, which had been designated as her place to change her clothes, and put on the Baptismal garment. When she came out, we embraced for a long time, and I spontaneously gave her the blessed Eucharist medal I was wearing, which was a memento of my own First Communion in 1981. I loved putting it around her neck!
After all the Baptisms, Father went on to the Sacrament of Confirmation, which both Alice and her husband were receiving. As I stood behind them, I could not stop the tears of joy, as the full force of what was happening in their souls came down on me, recalling for me the blessed day when I received this Sacrament at the hands of my beloved Fr. Flaherty.
Nothing else that ever happens in our lives can transcend the exquisite significance of this event, when we are accepted into Christ's own Church, the Church He established on earth 2,000 years ago, and which has withstood every attempt to bring it down--and there have been many. It will stand until He returns in glory to bring us home. No matter what happens to me, I will always cling to my Faith; last night, I was praying that Alice and Albert will also.
Blessed be God forever!
Friday, April 14, 2017
At first, you will think it's odd that I am posting about buying a house in my Catholic Journey blog. I am writing about it, because I believe it is another miracle that God has given me.
I can't stand living with my parents anymore: the house is horribly messy and smelly because they have too many bad cats, but my mother doesn't care and refuses to hire anyone to clean. So, I have been praying that I could find a place to rent that is very close to them, because they are in their 90s, and I need to be able to watch over them.
Every place I tried to rent fell through: they decided to rent to relatives... I was too late... no cats allowed... not all on one floor (arthritic knees!).
A week ago Tuesday (April 4th), I came out of my parents' house to go somewhere, and I saw a man clipping the hedges in front of the house next door. Things looked a little odd there, so when he stood up, I said, "Did Christopher move out?" He told me yes, and I immediately said: "Please rent me this house!" He replied that his wife owns it, and she wants to sell. They live so far away, he said, they no longer want to deal with owning rental property. I begged him: "Do you think she might change her mind? Please give her my contact information!" --which he reluctantly accepted.
That night, as I was praying... and thinking about it... I wondered: "Would it even be possible for me to get a mortgage, since I will not live long enough to pay it off--do banks even do that?" Thinking I had nothing to lose, I decided to go to my bank the next day (Wednesday) after Mass to ask.
The bank officer was very positive, and soon I was on the phone with their mortgage guy in Marietta. After some "screening" questions, he said he'd email me a list of the documents I would need to get an application started. I went home, gathered them, sent them, and in about an hour, I had a pre-qualified letter! I told him my whole story--he was very kind--turns out, he attends St. Ann's Catholic Church in Marietta! He also told me that because the house is priced below $150K, I needed to tell them I was interested immediately, because there would be at least 3 or 4 offers the first week it was listed!
I looked up the owner's name on the Carroll County Property Tax website, but could not find a phone number for her, so I wrote a short letter, which I mailed the next day. That was Thursday.
When I got home from Mass on Thursday, there they were in the driveway, leaving: I was in exactly the right place at the right time! I called out to her: "I want to buy your house!" She responded, "Come in and take a look!" So, they turned around, unlocked the door, and we went in.
I could not believe how beautiful it is: this was supposed to be their "forever home" for retirement, so they had gutted it and replaced EVERYTHING with the best money could buy. New wiring, new plumbing, new roof, new windows, new ductwork (!), hardwood floors, remodeled bath and kitchen (including a walk-in pantry), a real fireplace, one of those fancy gourmet gas stoves, a deluxe side-by-side stainless steel refrigerator with the ice and water dispensers in the door, custom lighting, custom countertops... you name it, they did it.
Ten minutes later, we made a deal... and the next day (Friday), I signed a purchase contract. The house was never actually listed for sale: the only people who knew it was on the market was them, and me.
No one will ever convince me that God did not do this for me.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Lord Jesus, Redeemer of all, hear my prayer.
For the love You bear to those who ask forgiveness,
look mercifully on me,
as You looked on Mary Magdalene
and on Peter who denied You.
Look on me, Lord Jesus Christ,
as You looked on the thief on his cross,
and on every sinner
whom You have ever forgiven.
Look on me, merciful Lord,
as You looked on Your mother, Mary,
standing in sorrow beneath Your cross.
Let me feel in my heart
her compassion for You,
and let my eyes weep
for the sorrow my sins have caused.
Call me from the darkness
to my Father's house,
give me a new heart
and a place at Your side in Eternity.
My God, I believe, I adore,
I trust, and I love You!
I trust, and I love You!
I beg pardon for those who do not believe,
do not adore, do not trust,
and do not love You.
do not adore, do not trust,
and do not love You.