Visitors - Come on in and say hello!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Blogs of Our Lives ~ All My Bloggers

When we last left off, Angela Messenger was on a mysterius hiatus, possibly in cahoots with Ironic Catholic and Snoring Scholar.

Angela Messenger has returned home with tales of terrible liturgical "decorations" intermixed with the joys of family and friends in other locales. It seems her hiatus was innocent, but upon her arrival home, she was met with a very real drama; the rising river. Her neighbors have been evacuated, and as of today, the water has not reached her yard. But will she have to build an ark in order to survive? Where is Noah when you need him? Didn't he leave a blueprint for emergencies such as this? Her home internet is cut off, but thankfully her work is on high ground, and currently, her home is not synonymous with "the river", so they are fine. How can she sleep? Will she accept the offers of help from others in her area if they are forced to evacuate their home?

When we last left Ironic Catholic, she was lamenting the plight of mothers around the world, and although she warned of an impending break, she was not clear in her intentions until she nailed her theses on the door of the Blog, a la Martin Luther King. She is leaving, yet she could not resist a few posts, a few photos, a few contests for her readership. Where is IC going? Will she be back? And what will she bring back with her?

Will she come back to declare the hapless Adoro a heretic? Or resurrect to declare Adoro the greatest Catholic ever to live? (Probably neither...)

And what of Snoring Scholar, resurrecting herself from the throes and trials of spamland? She arose to find flowers and beauty in the love of her child, the flowers of creation, and the love of the Sacred Heart. And she even completed a Meme?

Were we wrong about Snoring Scholar? Is she REALLY just a housewife and expectant mother, or is she a Catholic spy along the lines of Dan Brown's idea of Opus Dei? It seems she's a Mom who loves God, her children to include her unborn little one, the flowers and the animals. But what is just around the corner? What will she reveal next? Does she really hear voices? Or is it just the pregnancy hormones?


Enter Tara the Loved Sinner. She posts scandalous photos of priests just having good clean fun (Did the good Father Richtsteig light the grill, or did the parishioners divert him away from the fire?), and laments the state of teenagers and her own surrounding culture of religious baggage which mislead her children. Will she find a way to bring Christ's light to them? Is God faithful?

And since WHEN are priests allowed to have fun?

Speaking of Fr. Richsteig, Charlie the Unicorn has made another appearance at his blog and he's found a new favorite phrase. Will that phrase and the legend of Charlie be turned into Latin and infused into a homily? And did he light the grill or a bonfire at the local parish picnic...and if so, did it light...or did the Fire Department have to be called out to quell his enthusiasm in representing the Holy Spirit?

Meanwhile, back in Minnesota, Cathy the Recovering Dissident calls into question the criticizm of a local dissident priest with a good heart but bad theology, in defense of the new Coadjutor who has been attacked mercilessly since the announcement of his appointment. She also muses on "Minnesota Nice" and what that really means. Did Cathy really do anything wrong...?

Over in the Cleveland corner, Father V. rejoices in coffee and showers, and happily pontificates that God loves us, thus, even if our heads are lopped off, all will be well. He also reinforces the love of the Sacred Spleen of Jesus, and says to us all, "I Spleen You."

That has all the marks of a good merchandizing campaign. He's also fond of our German Shepherd, Pope Benedict XVI.


And what of the Spirit of Vatican II "Catholic" Community? They have been dissociated from the diocese, the orthodox Father Juno has been ousted (or left in complete upset yet forgiveness), only to have the parish taken over by a coup of militant anti-establishment terrorists parading as hippy God-loving eco-spiritualists. After a counter move by the parishioners and leadership of SOV2, "Fr." Curtis was removed, but not until he had liberated some chairs and the sacred vessels, the latter of which were found under Fr. Tim's bed. In the meantime, Keith and his friends had a "math lab" in Fr. Tim's rectory and due to something gone wrong, the entire thing blew up. But Maryann McGronk, who is in charge of the "Liturgy" and Adult "Catechesis" is trying to help SOV2 heal from its wounds through a pilgrimage to MN to visit he infamous trio of Haugen-Haas-Joncas that so influenced her upbringing.

It's someting different every minute at SOV2...what's next for that community?

4 comments:

MICHAEL said...

About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].

Peace Be With You
Micky

tara said...

Cool! I feel so excited to be considered part of the cast of characters in, "Blogs of Our Lives." And, NO we did not let Father Richtsteig light the grill. However, given some bad advice from his readers on how to create bigger and better fires, he is thinking up some very scary ideas for next years Easter Vigil, Oy.

Is God faithful?:
"The Lord is faithful in all his words and loving in all His deeds.
The Lord supports all who fall and raises all who are bowed down."

Micky, God does love you so much--when we suffer, we offer it up to our Lord--yeah it still hurts--, but, if you hold on to Jesus, it's amazing the joy you can feel in the suffering--it's strange to sometimes feel so bad, yet so good.

Adoro te Devote said...

Michael ~ What a powerful story. God indeed loves you very much! Thank you for sharing that testimony of His love. I have no doubt that someone is going to come across this and recieve the encouragement they so desperately need right now. God bless you!

Tara ~ Welcome to the cast! :-) Can't wait to gossip about your ongoing revelations!

Fr. V said...

;-)