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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Bad Feeling

My friends, I'd like to humbly request your prayers. 

I have had a terrible feeling of "impending doom" (not like the death kind) that has been mounting all day.  Somethings up, and I can feel it in my very bones.  

I have a suspicion as to what it's about, but it's nothing I'm free to discuss. 

So here I sit, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Which it will...probably sometime in the next few days.  

So please pray. Thank you. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Pondering in my Heart

Today has been a stressful day at work; a lot planned, our supervisor is on vacation, and I had to give a presentation, without knowing, really, what I was going to say. This same presentation was a bit awkward last year, and this year, too.  

Much is my own fault...I didn't plan ahead, and I'm a "planner" and have learned, over and over again, that's how I work with God and vice versa.  I have friends who can completely fly by the seat of their pants...but I don't have that gift.  That's what God uses with them.  He asks me to come to Him, to discuss the issue...and there He tells me what to say or what to do.  

Thinking and acting on my feet is not my gift.  That's not to say He hasn't been there to bail me out when that's what I've HAD to do, but in something that CAN be planned, I know that He wants me at His feet, listening. Telling Him my needs and lack of understanding. 

Today, I fled to Jesus, first just basking in His Presence as I prayed Morning Prayer. Then, later in the afternoon, before everything happened, I went and sat in the Church near the tabernacle. 

Some have asked me why I will pray in the Church when Christ is exposed in the monstrance in the Adoration chapel, and I always explain; He is just as present when He is hidden.  But I like to be near Him, and often in that manner, our conversations are even more intimate, more mysterious. I know that I can't see Him...but He can see me. And he is just as present, maybe even more so because He is hidden. 

This evening, when I went to Him, I went with all my faults and failings, wondering if that would hold back the blessings to be given to others.  

He reminded me that the sin of the messenger doesn't stop God's work. I'd made my Act of Contrition, I intend to go to Confession as soon as I can to rid myself of the yuckiness of this week...my own failings can't hold back the flood of God's Grace.  Especially for others.  

But always, always, there is the discussion of my Calling. It never fails to come up. I can't possibly be in the Lord's presence without recognizing that it must be addressed. 

That question is part of me now.  It's automatic. 

Today, on the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes, as I was reading the prayers from the Common of the Blessed Virgin Mary, I was struck by several passages. But overwhelmingly, it was HER...her presence, her prayers. The desire to be like her. 

And the comparison to my own mysterious call.  My big looming question...why me?

Echoes of the Old Testament, questions from women so much like me...but holier. Where I run away, they step up.  

First, Mary, called out of eternity and purified at her very conception to bear Christ.  The angel Gabriel appeared to her, and she, a poor teenager, was taken aback, shocked by the revelation.  It is said that all of Heaven paused and held their breath, awaiting her answer, for she had free will;  she could have denied Our Lord.  

But she didn't.  He asked...and she answered:  "I am the handmaid of the Lord. Let it be done unto me according to Thy word."  

She didn't understand, not intellectually.  But every part of her loved God, and recognized Him, in each moment of her life. Through her love, she gave her fiat, even without truly understanding what was being offered...the joy and the cup of suffering. The fact that her soul would be pierced, her Son murdered unjustly, in the most horrible way...for the salvation of us all. 

I often find myself apologizing to Mary for killing her Son so brutally.  

And all she does is embrace me and place me into His hands.  In my life, Mary is silent, but her presence is undeniable.  

For several months now, I've been trying to pray the Angelus at least ONCE daily, although often I fail. But it's amazing how often I'll look up and it's exactly noon, or exactly 6 pm, and I'll stop what I'm doing and pray the Angelus.  Even if it doesn't "engage" me, I can't deny that the regular recitation of the prayer has brought me into further consideration of the mystery of the Incarnation. 

Tonight was one of the fruits of that prayer.  

As I spoke to Our Lord about everything I was trying to do, He reminded me of His Mother's fiat.  He brought me into that mystery, and spoke to me of my own call...the very beginning.  

I won't forget the moment; I ran away.  I had come to Him in tears, drawn inexorably towards Him, and realized He was calling.  

Me?  I knew the life I'd lived. I wasn't like Mary...I was a terrible sinner.  This wasn't possible. So I ran away, but that was only the beginning.  

Because God doesn't give up. Our Lord pursues us. 

Today the same question came to me, the same question of worthlessness (and unworthiness):  Why me?  Why would you want ME?  Why would ANYONE desire me, especially GOD?  

Questions Mary would have asked, questions that would have crossed her mind, and which she dashed away in an instant.  She knew that "worthy" wasn't a part of the equation, and "worthless" was not in her vocabulary.  And even though she didn't understand that God had favored her at her very conception...she said "yes" to Him.  Without hesitation, other than her ejaculation of astonishment.

But I am not like Mary.  I am nothing.  I have nothing.  And through my own sin, I have made myself worthless. 

But not in God's eyes.  His eyes include redemption. God is mercy. 

Justice is the only proper response;  justice is responding to what God calls us to do, even recognizing that we aren't worthy to do it.  

Yet I could not let it go. I had to press the issue.   Why me?  How can you desire me?  Why have you pursued me for so long, why did you never let me go? Why did you not wash your hands of me and dust the soles of your feet?  

How can you call me, and continue to be patient with me?    Why don't you let me go?  

So as I prayed, taking a few moments from work to spend in the company of the One whom  I am to serve, He asked me quite clearly, 

"Would you prefer that I let you go?  Would you prefer that I walk away?  Would you prefer that I pursue you no longer?"

His question was not querulous; it was sincere, in response to my own, and I caught my breath.  

What would happen to me if Jesus let me go?  What would happen to me if He walked away?  

What would happen to me if He did not pursue me so lovingly?  

What would happen to me if my Lord, my Savior, my King...let me go?  

It was a punch to my solar plexus.  All of my breath left me.

His question was sincere;  Our Lord operates on Free Will, the great gift he gave us, which we can use to accept or deny Him.  

He has that gift, too...He created it. He won't infringe upon it.  If I don't want Him to pursue me, all I have to do is say "no", and He'll go away.  

Jesus will not force Himself upon me.  The Holy Spirit will not overwhelm me against my will.  God the Father will not call me "daughter" unless I will it also.  

I have to say "yes".  I have to give that fiat.  I have to trust, but I cannot be forced into that. 

My own fiat has to come from love, not coercion.  

And no, I don't want Our Lord to leave me. I don't want Him to let go of me...ever.  If He lets go of me, I'll be decimated.  If He lets go of my hand..I'll be lost forever.   

Do I want Him to stop pursuing me?  

No.  Dear Lord, don't EVER stop pursuing me. Because eventually I'll say "yes", eventually I'll realize what you're offering, eventually the pondering in my heart will make its way to my soul and I'll realize how badly I've been stringing you along.  

Please, Jesus, don't ever let go of me...I can't live without you.  Not now...not ever. 
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Mawwiage, Mawwiage

Mawwiage.  Mawwiage is what bwings us togethaw today.  Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam... 

~ The Princess Bride 

In my crabby ranting post I wrote last night in which I expressed that having a roommate is making me seriously reconsider the potential of religious life, there was a comment I want to address.  

He expressed that he feels I have a Vocation to motherhood. 

I sincerely disagree with every fibre of my being.  If there is ANYTHING that gives me any sense of peace at all, it is the "knowledge" that I am NOT called to marriage. 

I love marriage. It's beautiful. It is holy. It is part of God's plan of salvation. I will fight all day long to defend marriage, and I will defend the life of unborn children. 

But it's not my Call. 

Last summer, I attended the wedding of a friend, and it was beautiful.  She and her husband are very holy people, they knew fully what they were doing, they had carefully discerned God's will, and let's just say it's one of those weddings even Priests like!  

But I had an amazing moment during that Wedding Mass;   when they stood at the altar exchanging vows, I realized that I never wanted to have that experience. I did not want to stand at the altar and give my vows to some mere mortal. I DID NOT WANT TO GET MARRIED!  EVER!   As I prayed about this, I was absolutely FLOODED with peace, and even a kind of quiet joy...the knowledge that this is not where God is calling me.  

That sense has not left me. I am not called to marriage, I am not called to have children. 

That shouldn't be taken to mean that I hate men, marriage, or children. Far from it!  I LOVE all those things, I love the Sacrament...but it's not where I belong.  And that's a sense that I've had for a very long time, although I was in denial of it.  Even as I've embraced my Single life, I'd wondered, and said that I was "open" to marriage.  Am I now?  Of course..God Calls where He will. But He also helps us to know what it is that He is asking...or not asking. 

I firmly believe that God is NOT asking me to get married. That doesn't sadden me. It isn't something to be mourned, because it's not something I ever "possessed".  

People have told me over the years that a good Sister would also have to be a good wife and mother, and I agree. But I've considered marriage, and even focused on it...and have eliminated it from consideration at this point. 

This is a good thing; it means that one door has been closed.  The options that remain are religious life or the single life.  Of those, I have to discern what community/charism/spirituality, etc., or if not, then what kind of single life?   Single life as I live it now, or consecrated single life as a hermit? 

Having a roommate again is leading me back into single life, but I also realize my irritation could only be a temporary distraction.  I am by no means at the end of my discernment. 

I am, however, happy and very peaceful with the understanding that marriage is not my Vocation. And that is a relief! 
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Faithfulness in Trials

When will I ever learn?  

When will I finally learn that when in trial, to go to prayer?  

From night prayer, Psalm 143: 

I remember the days that are past;
I ponder all your works. 
I muse on what your hand has wrought
and to you I stretch out my hands. 
Like a parched land my soul thirsts for you. 

Lord, make haste and answer;
for my spirit fails within me.
Do not hide your face
lest I become like those in the grave.

In the morning let me know your love
for I put my trust in you.
Make me know the way I should walk:
to you I lift up my soul. 


I've been praying the Office since last Easter Season, when the volumes came into my hands. And so often, when I take it up, especially when facing some problems, large or small, the Word of God contained within speaks so clearly that I cannot ignore that "still, small voice."  

It's not always direction as to what to do, but maybe just an expression of understanding, of God's presence no matter what trial or trap I've walked into.  

No, prayer doesn't make problems go away, but it gives another perspective. It reminds me that I'm not alone.  Praying the prayer of the Church, knowing others are praying the same words, maybe the same phrases speaking as profoundly or even MORE profoundly to them. 

Knowing God's presence in every moment.  

Just knowing God.  

Such a blessing, such a balm for my soul.  

Knowing God is enough.   Solo Dios basta. 
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Monday, February 09, 2009

ADAM'S ALE BLOG BIRTHDAY!

ADAM'S ALE: EEP OP ORK AH-AH! ADAM'S ALE IS TWO YEARS OLD TODAY (THAT'S 14 IN COMPUTER YEARS)


God on over and visit the good Fr. V. as he celebrates his 2 year blog birthday!  

I've been reading his blog from the beginning, and can honestly say that I've learned a great deal from him over the last couple years.   What's really cool is that I've also met him in person and he is exactly as he appears. (Um, he's not a Simpson cartoon, though...)  

Thanks for blogging, Father V. and please keep it up! 

Evangelization

Sometimes all we're given is a moment, just a snapshot.  

A guy from the City was just at my house to replace a water meter, and as I was signing the form to indicate the work had been done, he saw my Canon Law book and some stuff from Ecclesiology.  That prompted him to ask if I was studying Theology, and when I said I was, he asked what program, etc.  

So I gave the name of the program, and asked him if he was Catholic?  (My house is VERY Catholic...crucifixes, statues, vigil candles....oy, I'm a geek!)  And given the Code of Canon Law lying out, he would automatically have figured I'm Catholic if the other clues hadn't tipped him off!  

As it turned out, he said he's a Christian, loves God and loves everything in learning about God, which I agreed. I also said one of the coolest aspects of my Master's program is the formation inherent within it...to learn about God and be changed through the encounter. 

So he was off to his next appointment, we wished each other luck in that shared endeavor of pursuing God.  

Was it evangelization?  I'd say yes...because he knew I was Catholic and through the witness of my very home and the books lying around, he was prompted to ask me about it.  

The first step in evangelization is relational, and maybe that's all we get.  He didn't leave my house with an invite to come to Mass, he didn't leave with a tract or a flyer, he didn't leave after an apologetics discussion. 

He left after a simple conversation about something we both as Christians share...love for God and a desire to know Him more deeply through learning about Him.  

It won't be enough to bring him into the Church, but it is maybe a link in a long chain of Catholics he has or will meet who leave him with (hopefully) a good impression. Enough so that, if he is so disposed, he may ask those deepest questions...the ones that could lead him to Rome.  It's so important to start with what's in common, and to respect the beliefs of those who come our way.  That relational aspect always leads to another step. Maybe not with you, but with someone else who loves Our Lord and loves the Church He founded.   None of us has come Home because of only one person; it is the work of everyone in the Mystical Body of Christ, and all roles are important.  

Never be ashamed of your Faith.  Never hide it, and always be ready to share it, even in the most simple way. Are you going to be the link to pass a soul on to another...or are you going to be the link that breaks?  
 

Sunday, February 08, 2009

How Many Times in One Day Can I Receive Holy Communion?

I’ve often heard this question, whether it was addressed to someone on Catholic radio, to a parish priest, or even from volunteers in a parish. I've repeated to people what I'd heard through credible sources, although I've since learned that SOME of those sources were wrong. (Stop looking so shocked. Catholic apologists, whether lay or clergy, are human, too!)

In Canon Law class last month, we addressed this very query, but with a proper foundation in reading the law.

Can. 18 states, “Laws which establish a penalty, restrict the free exercise of rights, or contain an exception from the law are subject to strict interpretation.”

A “strict interpretation” is reading the law to the very letter. Not reading into it and placing things there that are simply not present.

So let’s look at Canon 917, which addresses how many times in one day one can receive Holy Communion:

Can. 917: “A person who has already received the Most Holy Eucharist can receive it a second time on the same day only within the eucharistic celebration in which the person participates, without prejudice to the prescript of Can. 921.”

(As an FYI, Can. 921 s 2 addresses Viaticum and reads: “Even if they have been nourished by holy communion on the same day, however those in danger of death are strongly urged to receive communion again”)

Objection 1: I heard someone on the radio state that Holy Communion can only be received twice if the Mass is a different type of Mass, i.e. the first one is a Daily Mass, the second a Wedding. Or a Wedding early in the day and then the Sunday Vigil Mass later. Therefore, one could not receive communion the second time if they went to two daily Masses.

Objection 2: That means that if someone has already received Holy Communion, and goes to Mass again later, but is late and misses the first reading, they are prohibited from receiving a second time.

ON THE CONTRARY: These objections are a perfect example of reading something into the Law that isn’t there.

REPLY TO OBJECTION 1: I answer that: Canon Law states only that the second reception must take place within the Eucharistic celebration in which the person participates. That could be another daily Mass, it could be a wedding, a funeral, a second Sunday Mass. Canon Law does not give a distinction.

Thus we must strictly read and adhere to the law, and what it actually says, remembering Canon 18. As it would be a restriction of a right to tell someone that they can receive only at a second Mass celebrated for a different purpose, Canon 18 applies. In light of Canon 18, reading Canon 917 to the letter, we see that the ONLY requirement (outside of the Sacrament of the Sick) is that the second reception of Holy Communion requires participation in a Eucharistic celebration.

REPLY TO OBJECTION 2: Canon Law does not say that the person cannot receive if they are late; only that they must participate. If the person arrives late and participates to the degree possible, there is no reason, under Canon Law, why they would not be able to receive if they otherwise have the proper disposition. However, there may be another Church document outside of Canon Law that would address this issue. I will simply state that if we read Canon 917, it does not address lateness, only participation. We cannot read into the Law something that simply is not addressed within it. As "participation" is not defined, it is not a part of the decision as to whether someone can or cannot receive Holy Communion a second time if they arrive late to the eucharistic celebration.

The purpose of Canon Law is not to govern every small thing that people do, and should not and cannot be used to find out things such as how late one can be to Mass before receiving Holy Communion. If you or someone you know wants to justify arriving late to Mass at any point, you will NOT find that justification in Canon Law, either.


***** NOTE: The word "participation" does not mean "doing stuff" like serving as an Extraordinary Minister, or Lector, or Usher. That is a complete misreading of the term. ALL of us, when we attend Mass or some other "Eucharistic celebration" are participating by being engaged with the prayers, knowing what is going on, actively listening and paying attention, etc.

The Saints often used the term "Assist at Holy Mass." They weren't running all over the Church "doing stuff", but rather, were in the pews, standing, sitting, kneeling, praying. The word these days, instead of "assist" has become "participate", and means the same thing now as it did when the Saints referred to it.

Thus, the word "participation" in Canon 917 should be understood to be Mass attendance.

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Note: Canon Law is not interpreted in a vacuum, but also in light of moral law. A lot of people have questions about "how late is late" in order for their Mass attendance to be considered "full participation." Well, that question isn't answered in Canon Law as it belongs to a larger issue. Why are you late? On purpose? Habitually? Habitually on purpose? Because you got a flat tire en route and were delayed? Some priests I know say you should hear the first reading and on, others have said for certain to be present for the Gospel. All would say that you can't just show up for Mass at Communion time and receive. That is an abuse, just as is receiving and immediately departing. So...look to moral law for that question, look to a properly formed conscience.
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Friday, February 06, 2009

The Arrogance of Evil

I've been pondering this thought quite a bit of late. 

We look around us, and it seems the world is falling apart. And it is.  Our very country is frayed at the seams, our neighbors are suffering everywhere we look, and our government has sold us out even before the ink has a chance to touch the paper. 

Those who speak for Christ in calm, quiet tones are shouted down by multitudes. People are defending outright infanticide and claim foul in the most irrational terms when someone dares to point out that an infant born alive, then killed, is, in fact, a victim of infanticide.  Never mind the fact that the baby was born as a result of a chemical abortion and born alive in spite of the intent to kill the dear child in the womb. (Moloch doesn't really like to make these distinctions; it's bad PR for him.)  

Desecration of the Body and Blood of our Lord abounds from all corners, and those who stand up to defend our faith are accused of being "superstitious" and, oddly, "evil," or "narrow-minded" among other obtuse things.  

It would be easy to become discouraged, but to do so would be to dishonor God. 

Things really aren't any worse now than they were 2,000 years ago when Christians were a regular part of the lion's diet or supplemented Nero's greyhounds.  

The manifestation of evil has changed with the times, but the reality has not, and the arrogance is the same. 

This morning, after Confession, I was in the chapel and took some time to look over a booklet I received this week from a religious community I'm discerning.  Upon opening the cover, I found a poem by St. Bernard of Clairvaux, and here is the line that brought me to my knees in gratitude:

"Do not let the consciousness of your sins hold you back, 
for where they abound, grace always abounds more." 

So true. Sin is everywhere. Our own, the sins of others, and we give into that darkness if we despair and become discouraged in the face of evil.  We know we sin, and we know, then, we contribute to the whole around us.  We give participation in evil. 

And yet, we need to take courage and be comforted, because, where there is sin, there is grace...even MORE grace!  

We look around our evil world, and we should take extra care to look for grace. For while evil in its arrogance is loud and offends all the senses, Grace comes quietly, a subtle, gentle infiltration, giving calm, loving directions in the face of fury. 

The Martyrs understood this effect of Grace; it is what gave them courage in the face of evil.

I think back to my dabblings in the occult, and most specifically, the night of the Tarot reading that nearly had real-life consequences.  

I remember facing my interlocutor, and recognizing, without a doubt, who he really was.  I remember his arrogance, and in his arrogance, he didn't realize he'd lost me entirely.  Grace abounded, and surrounded me, creating a buffer from the enemy's temptations.  

That night, I learned several things about true, pure evil, and those are things that I've seen repeated in many ways since then. They play out differently, but follow the same pattern, and it's the same pattern we witness in Genesis. 

For you see, evil does not grow; its growth is stunted.  Evil cannot move on from the Fall; it is forever attached to that moment of Original Sin;  Evil is like a living "Caddyshack from the Dark Side". 

The Beautiful Enticements of Evil

Consider Genesis; the serpent must have been quite beautiful and pleasing to the eye.  We know, indeed from scripture, that Lucifer was amazing to behold.  It would make sense, then, that in the Garden of Eden, before there was sin, the beauty of creation was even more beautiful, and a serpent, having never caused harm before, would be pleasing to Eve's eye.  His voice must have been quite soothing, and quite natural, in order for her to enter into conversation with this particular manifestation of evil.  

Pure evil is usually quite pleasing to the eye and to the other senses.  That's what opens the door.  The one through which Eve entered, and then Adam.  It gave the serpent the chance to offer Eve the forbidden fruit. 

In Genesis, the Fall seems to happen very quickly.  In our lives today, it might take a little longer for the final scene to occur.  There is so much that takes place to build up to that final offering, but it's always there, in one form or another; deception can be simple or complicated, depending on the desired outcome and what is necessary to stymie the victim.  

In my case, it was a friend who brought me into the Tarot readings, he was my personal serpent; what a lucky girl I was! Another warped Eve.  

His enticements were attractive, but superficial.  He tried to cast doubt on things I knew to be true because they had been revealed, and even though I had fallen away from the Church, I still believed them.  But he was interesting, and I wanted to know more. Enticement. 

In the end, he quite literally used the imagery from Genesis; he offered me the proverbial apple in the form of the last Tarot card. He couldn't turn it over; only I could.  I had to choose to take that step. 

Just as Eve's final step was to bite the apple, he said, I had to turn over the card to reveal everything.  It's not enough to just hold the forbidden fruit, for then it can still be dashed to the ground and refused.  Evil has to be SWALLOWED, it has to be taken INTERNALLY before it is "effective".  In other words, it has to be consummated.   Spiritual adultery. 

Everything else is just a series of little things that lead up to the Big One.  (Sounds a lot like venial sins that lead to mortal sin, doesn't it?)  

I knew then that Free Will was an escape from the trap into which I'd so willingly walked.  I looked Satan in the eye and understood that in his arrogance, he could not see that I was not hungry for what he was trying to offer.  And yet, he, too, was bound by Free Will;  he could not overcome this fail-safe provided by God, this fail-safe that empowers our dignity as human beings. 

It was this gift, this wonderful part of my God-given humanity, this Grace that allowed me to see the Ace I held so deeply that it could never be wrenched from my hand:   Free Will.  God's grenade.  

And in exercising this one weapon I had left, there in Satan's lair, I was freed; he was rendered powerless.  Grace abounding shrivels Satan and turns him to dust. 

The same pattern is something we see today.  We see evil everywhere, and many speak for Evil Incarnate, some more so than others. 

But they are just noise. When their voices arise, we must become more quiet in the cacophony.  Not that we stop our defense, rather, that we imitate God more perfectly, that we become more conformed to Christ.  

We maybe cannot fight the masses that arise like sharks with the scent of the blood of the innocents in their nostrils;  but we can let Christ shine through us to those in our presence, and allow HIM to change their hearts.  

We can have courage in the face of Evil, because Evil doesn't even have the ability to mature beyond original sin.  Evil cannot comprehend that Christ has paid the debt and that nothing can overcome the power of the Precious Blood of Our Lord.  

Today, in our country, in our world, we are being wooed by the beauty of evil. We look upon the face of evil, and many have been taken in by the shallow words and the shining countenance.  

We are all like Adam and Eve in the Garden, as the story plays out yet again, this time before our very eyes.  Yet we HAVE grown, we HAVE become more mature, through the Grace of Jesus Christ and His Sacrifice on our behalf.  His very real Love reveals the epitome of hate that speaks pretty words of destruction, beautiful words that make the darkness seem like light.  

Arrogance is Glorified Stupidity

Mark my words now...it won't be long before an "apple" is extended to one and all, and we're told that if we take a "bite", all will be well.  

I don't know the form this will take, and it may take many forms, all at once.  

I have seen Evil personified, and this pattern will NEVER change because it can't. It knows nothing else, even with all its mad intelligence, it can't break the cycle it began, because it cannot be redeemed.  

Have no fear;  the arrogance of evil is also its downfall, for it underestimates those it seeks to destroy.  Read Genesis. Study the signs. Consider the patterns you've witnessed in your own life. And come back...is my experience unique, or have you see it, too?  Have you seen the pattern, and have you eaten of the offered fruit?  Or did God's Grace help you to turn it down?  

Evil is arrogant, and arrogance is only glorified stupidity. It has no common sense, and it knows no law but the one of Free Will, and that one, it cannot violate for it is bound by this as well.  

In summary, here is the lesson we need to learn:  as we witness the evil around us, we need to be watchful, but still take heart.  Grace abounds in these times, and it's Grace that is important, for THAT is what reveals God's plan, and His hand, His defense, and the shelter He provides for us in every single moment.  Arrogance will destroy itself.  Humility is what wins battles, for humility sees Truth and responds. 

As Padre Pio admonished, "Pray. Hope. Don't worry."  
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Thursday, February 05, 2009

God's Providence

I have a really hard time trusting God.  Really..in trusting anyone at all.

Maybe it comes from being a child of divorce or some other major event.  Over and over again in my life, I've misplaced trust, and as a result, I've been betrayed.  Over and over again, and I can't play the "victim" because I'm not. I've been complicit in my own betrayal.  

It seems I don't trust where I should, and offer trust where I should not.  

Over and over again, in prayer, I "hear" God asking me to trust Him. I gaze upon Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, and upon the crucifix, and realize that this is the epitomy of trust.  I kneel at the foot of the cross, realizing that Jesus died for me, and I don't think I've ever met anyone who would be willing to die for me, personally.  Maybe for an ideal, maybe for "me" as a citizen, faceless and nameless, as a part of a job. 

But not for me, knowing me, all of my flaws, all of who I really am...and still deciding I was worth it. I don't think I'd die for me if that question were asked. I don't think I'm worth it. 

But I can't deny the reality of Our Lord's crucifixion. I can't deny His eternal presence with us.  I can't deny what He tells me, over and over again, at every Mass.  

And because I struggle so much with this, He continues to reach out to me, to prove His love, to prove His providence when I most need it. 

I realized this week that God knew a long time ago that I would suffer from this terrible cold and lose my voice, just when I needed it most.  But it was also an answer to a prayer, to allow me to take a lesser role, to allow someone else to speak for Him because I could not.  

But another point came to me this afternoon;  when we were trying to schedule my talk, it was originally supposed to take place twice in the same week.  But because of another event, another really important conflict, it didn't work. We looked at subsequent weeks, and even changing the date entirely...nothing worked.  This was the week, Tuesday was the day.  

I had a voice long enough on Tuesday to deliver my part, and not without suffering; I barely made it through the segments I had, and someone else delivered the real "meat" of the teaching I had to give.  It was strange to sit back and listen to someone else read my own words, which are really the words of Christ and His Church. 

Wednesday I woke up and couldn't speak. Not a word.  

And I was grateful; even as my co-workers rejoiced, and even laughed uproarously at me, I was content. It didn't matter.  Not speaking isn't so bad. 

But it wasn't until today that I "got" the message. God's providence.  

Again, originally I was scheduled to give this talk twice, and today was one of the days we considered. 

I couldn't have done it.  Even today, talking was at a minimum, and I could not do today what I did on Tuesday.  

God knew that a long time ago, long before I did.  

Yet He gave me a respite long enough to do what had to be done, and no more. 

The strain on my coworkers, and my supervisor, therefore, has been minimal.  

Yes, there have been snags, but that's to be expected, and things were handled. I went to work today as usual but didn't return any calls as I could not speak well enough to have a coherent phone conversation.  

All is as it should be;  God is in charge, and this week has been one of those lessons.  He has our good in mind, and the good of all souls, especially those He entrusts to us and to whom He gives us a special duty.  

I've read, off and on, de Caussade's "Abandonment to Divine Providence", and love it, although my reading has been interrupted by my semester's worth of classes.  Yet the message, of what I've read, has been taken to heart.  

It's hard to abandon oneself when one cannot trust, and yet, one must be willing to surrender in order to learn to trust. It's one of those great paradoxes of which Our Lord is so fond, and through which we learn so much! 

So this week, our dear Abba has been teaching me a gentle lesson in trust, trying to bring me to abandonment, reminding me that no matter what we plan, He is in charge and desires nothing but our good.  

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever truly learn to trust...real, holy trust...and then God brings me a lesson like this.  I know that I am not abandoned, and that indeed, my Father is in Heaven, looking out for His little girl. 

I only hope my trust can grow in the way that it should, and that I will learn to love God so much as to overcome all the doubt that constantly separates me from Our Lord.  
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Spittin' Image!

Parish the Thought: Bishop Elect Jim Wall of Gallup, N.M.

 Fr.  Pelletier announces to us that his personal friend has just been made Bishop of Gallup, N.M., and is very excited by the news, as well he should be!

In the meantime, back in Ohio,  a personal friend of mine, who is an identical twin, has just discovered they and the new Bishop share a very uncanny resemblance!
Find the comparison here. 

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Dating

I don't miss dating. Not one bit.

It's not that I ever took a vow not to date anymore. Since I broke up with my last boyfriend, the one I thought I wanted to marry (and whom I thought wanted to marry me, but I was wrong and he lied), I've only gone out on a couple of dates. They were fine. Nothing weird. One guy was nice enough,a Ph.D who was new in town and just looking to connect with a new social group. I saw right away he was a control freak. He was massively intelligent but defective in both his Catholic genes (was a fan of Voice of the Fuddled and was brainwashed to think they were "orthodox"), and really seemed to have a need to control everyone around him as much as possible.

It wasn't so bad on one date and at a couple social gatherings where we both happened to be present, but of course, that kind of guy, over time, gets worse. Not better. But he did me a favor and moved somewhere else so the dating possibility went elsewhere with him.  Good guy for a friend, but thank GOD for preventing me (and hopefully any woman) from being his wife! 

Other than that, I haven't met anyone I've even WANTED to date. To be clear, I LOVE men, I am very attracted to men, but I also find the pickings very slim. So many single men aren't interested in holiness; even in their 30's, they seem to be into the party scene, refusing to grow up and move on, or, of those who ARE incredible, I seem to have missed the boat. I have to wonder if I'm a rarity in my age group? A woman who truly loves Our Lord...but lives in an age group that has bought so into the secular culture of relativism that they find God, if they believe in Him, to be a hindrance to their hookups?

It's not that I've ever been any beauty at all, and in a thousand years, I wouldn't stand out in a crowd. (I like that, actually.) When it comes to marriage, looks may be a hook to get attention, but it doesn't last. The happiest couples I know aren't the beautiful people worshiped via Hollywood's lens; they're average everyday people who don't stand out to anyone but to each other.  

That's beauty, and that's love.  That's very often holiness.

And that's one of the factors I've considered in my own Vocational discernment.

It isn't about "I'm ugly so I should be a nun."

No.

It's not, "I can't find a decent guy, so I should be a nun."

No. 

Jesus isn't a consolation prize.  To consider Him such is to trivialize Who He Is and what He did to save us...and the fact that He calls and jealously guards His loved ones.  

Discernment doesn't come from deprivation, but only with a focus on love. Where is love to be found? Where is God to be found? What is God's will? Where is Christ most expressed to us, through us to others?

Deprivation, or some perceived and alleged flaw, isn't a part of understanding and seeking what we are called to be.

While we need to understand what we are "giving up", we also need to understand what we are gaining, in any state in life. I have friends who desired to be Nuns or Sisters...and ended up happily married. They saw an ideal, and God revealed His plan, when it was time. They were ready to give up the world, and God revealed to them the way to gain it and eternity entirely.

So often, the men and women who choose and are chosen by the priesthood (for men!) and religious life are subject to diatribes from the world about what they have supposedly "given up". The world forgets that some have tried what the world had to offer and found it...insulting, at best. Dismal. Unfulfilling. Typically the issue, from the worldly point of view, is sex.

People, get over it. You can live without it and be far happier without all the angst it causes.

It IS a deprivation to give up children and family, and for religious, to even be separated from family and friends while still walking the planet. But it's a sacrifice with meaning.

Dating...had no meaning for me. I'm not sure when that happened, but at some point, I just stopped looking or caring.  And that's where God entered in and asked me to look at Him. 

I don't really miss dating. Sure, it was nice to go to dinner and a movie sometimes, and the last guy I dated was a perfect gentleman (THAT was rare!) who didn't expect to be "paid" for dinner. The food, the conversation, the social aspect...that's something that was very enjoyable but I can find that same enjoyment with my friends. 

At some point, I realized there is supposed to be something more.   THAT was the deprivation. 

Some people are called to marriage, and my heart goes out to them as they seek the one God has chosen for them. Long marriages are amazing, and in this culture, it seems so hard for any woman to find a good man, and vice versa.

Sometimes, I realize that I'll never be married, and I'm a bit saddened, but at the same time, I have this sense that it was never meant to be, anyway. From the time I was a little girl, even as I spoke about marriage, I don't think I ever really believed it was something I'd experience.  

Maybe there was a part of me that thought, for awhile, that such a gift as marriage was "too good" for a girl like me.  

It doesn't sadden me, so don't offer "condolences" or "there now's".

There is no consolation prize that you can offer, and I'm not in need of consolation of any sort...none offered by this world. 

If I WAS in need of consolation, however, and if any future-brides out there need help in gaining perspective, I would recommend going HERE. And you may find that your attitude has been properly adjusted.

Or, uh, consoled.

And that's all I have to say about that.
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(This wasn't going where you thought, was it? And if you haven't, click on the link NOW!) 


Oh, yes, Adoro has a funny bone. 


Go check out Catholic Edition

Parish the Thought: Go check out Catholic Edition

Father tells us to go check out CatholicEdition.com, and so I did, and was happy to do so. They have many links to various news stories not otherwise covered, and so I look forward to adding this to my list of links to check every day.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

St. Blase, We Have A Miracle!

Today is the Feast of St Blase, Bishop and Martyr, and if you go to Mass today, you may receive a throat blessing compliments of this Saint. Legend has it that he saved a child from choking on a fishbone.

Although fishbones aren't the things that tend to plague us these days, he is the patron saint of conditions affecting the throat, and is often invoked for his intercession in things like throat cancer, laryngitis, choking, thyroid problems, etc.

I had a friend who once experienced a healing after she received the throat blessing; she had a node of some sort on her neck and was concerned that it might be cancerous, was going to get it checked. After Mass, after the blessing, she felt a "burning" sensation on her neck, and when she placed her hand on the spot, it was gone. When she arrived home and could check, the node had completely disappeared! (And no, it wasn't a zit.)

Well, for days now, I've been praying to St. Blase, realizing first with dismay that my cold was settling low and that my vocal cords would be affected. Then when laryngitis struck, I began praying I'd be able to speak well enough to give a talk...today. It's the second of two talks I have to give throughout the year, and it's a major event. (Not because it's me, but because of the information it's in my job description to present!)

For the last 2 days, I could barely speak, and so yesterday I worked a half day, sacrificing the rest so I could come home and ensure I wouldn't have to speak. When my roommate came home last night, she realized my Vow of Silence immediately and took care not to even speak to me unless it was necessary, so I wouldn't be tempted to respond! (I did have to write a couple notes for her, but otherwise gestures sufficed.)

Well...it seems I have a voice today! It's not 100%, and I'm still going to do my best not to speak for most of the day, but I think I'll be able to give the presentation tonight.

This is nothing short of a miracle...if you'd heard my voice yesterday, you would realize even the futility of silence.

Please keep praying to St. Blase, though...this presentation ain't over 'till it's over!

Monday, February 02, 2009

Stuck in a Snowy Ditch?

ADAM'S ALE: MONDAY DIARY - SNOW KIDDING

Waving people on after they've become stuck in the ditch and you've helped to get them out is one of the most satisfying things imaginable.

Especially when it's your fault they've become stuck in the first place.

Just sayin'.
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** Deep Thoughts by Adoro **

Involuntary Vow of Silence

If you haven't been following my blog, you would have no idea that I can't currently speak.

I have laryngitis, thanks to a splendid chest cold that managed to inflame my vocal cords at the most opportune time!

All weekend, I laid low, I turned down social invites, I tried not to speak, all because tomorrow, Tuesday, I have to give a talk. A major one, one of the only presentations it is my job to give during the entire year. (It's not like I'm in demand as a speaker!)

But all to no avail. I have no voice. When I speak...even I can't listen.

So it is. This morning I was miserable, felt awful after a long night of interrupted sleep, wishing I hadn't woken up with my lung next to me on the pillow.

Betraying vocal chords...should have been more vigilant!

I went to work late this morning, realizing I had to take time off, but really needing to be there today to deal with a few things. It involved a couple phone calls, sign language to my boss, and nodding and smiling to my co-workers.

A few years ago, I read a story about some Trappist nuns, who had to develop their own sign language to make up for their vow of silence; with a lack of verbal language, communication does not stop, but becomes more precise.

Today, I found that to be true.

In the past, I had a friend who was deaf and so I learned some Sign Language from her. Although in the times since that I've used it, instead of wishing someone a good day, I told them to have a hamburger.

And today, when trying to say "Thank You" to a co-worker, I think I might have called her "Mother".

Ah, well, maybe tomorrow will be better...
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Ugh

I'm sick. Really sick.

I haven't been this sick in years!

For three days last week, I wanted to be home from work, but was riding that border...you know the kind: feeling dismal, but really not dismal enough to stay home. Why waste a sick day when you don't really need to?

Laid low all weekend, didn't go to the gym as this cold has settled in my chest. Randomly woke up coughing each night, even my new roommate heard it.

She's sweet...left me a "Get Well" card this morning, signed by..."the dog"! lol

* cough cough cough * ugh, can't even laugh!

I have a major presentation tomorrow, a 2-hour thing, which thankfully doesn't involve me talking for 2 hours straight, but long enough. Unfortunately I have laryngitis and am not sure I'll be able to do anything. My boss will be there and has a portion of the presentation, think I will see if she can give the main catechesis, too, which I have written out. She'll probably do a better job, anyway.

Today I HAVE to go in, so much to do to prep, but I think I'll take the afternoon off and come home to lay as low as possible. Tomorrow will have to be a long day.

Were it not for the pres. tomorrow, I'd just call in and go back to bed. But, life is in the way of my preferences.

And no, I'm not one of those "martyrs" who never uses sick days; I tend to be more cautious ever since I did almost literally die from what I believe was Bronchitis several years ago. In fact, the way I woke up last night a few times was a little too much like that (not nearly as bad, just reminded me, don't worry.)

OK, off I go...
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Sunday, February 01, 2009

The Lonliness of Techno-Isolation

I read a great article from National Catholic Register this weekend, and it does give food for thought:

The loneliness of modernity is the loneliness of Babel.

Its foundation is a breakdown of the means by which people enter into each others’ lives in a meaningful way, a replacement of genuine communication with superficial substitutes. Whether it is the substitution of “open relationships” for marriage or the substitution of “family TV” for time spent together, the effect is the same: The existentialist nightmare pictured in Sartre’s “No Exit” has come to pass.

We live and breathe and move through life surrounded by other people and yet remain in lonely isolation.

Perhaps the greatest culprits are the World Wide Web and the cellular phone. I have walked in on enough MSN chat conversations and looked at enough tweets and posts to know that for the most part, Internet “communication” is well described by Macbeth’s epithet: “It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Only perhaps without the fury.


Read the entire article. My guess is that you'll agree with some points and not with others.

Technology is a good thing, but it's no substitute. I'm amazed by the people I've met via blogging, and the connections I'm making in other social networks, but I grew up without this stuff. For me, it's not a real connection unless we meet in person. Maybe the connection comes close, and certainly, there are people who are pen-pals for years, so in that case, I'd argue a real human connection.

But for most of us, our internet "friends" are superficial. They fulfill a need in some way, or, if they don't, they're gone and forgotten.

Harsh, isn't it?

It's not the way we're designed. We are made in the image of God, designed for intimacy, our society built upon something solid, not the intangible and fragile universe of computer components. When we type, real people just like us read the words, and when we read the words of others, often they have a very real impact upon us. Flamers hurt us on two levels; both because they suffer from so much hatred that it exudes from their fingertips when they can hide behind an alias or ISP, and because their words are things we'd never want to experience in real life...and yet...we do. The words in writing, I'd argue, are even WORSE than in person because we'd never hear them in person even if we knew they were there, hiding behind the eyes of our interlocutors.

But there's a problem with this social interface; it isn't real. Yes, those of us who have a certain balance in our lives recognize the humanity of others, but I'll still be the first to admit that I've spouted off online where I would have held my tongue in real life. And in that, I've realized the de-humanizing aspect of the internet, and have tried to take care not to take it too personally when someone ruffles my feathers.

It's not always intended, but it happens.

Maybe that's one of the reasons I went to Ohio last summer; because it wasn't sufficient to "know" people via internet, but for real. To connect in real life, for that friendship can only be fulfilled if we can look at each other, if we can speak in person, if we can embrace, and carry our friendship from the keyboard into reality.

Sure, the keyboard connections continue, but they have much more depth now that we know each other.

It is a deprivation to connect...but not complete the connection.

One of the things that concerns me about the abundance of internet socialization is what it is doing to our youth. They spend their days texting people they may never have met...and may never meet. And they don't have the discernment skills to know if they SHOULD take steps to meet those others. They have their most "meaningful" conversations via an iphone which completely disconnects them from emotion or valid intimacy.

And adults who should know better fall into the same trap (lest someone think I'm picking on teens. I'm not.)

Social networking is a tool, not a way of life. If we focus only on our fragile online connections, we'd be lost.

There has to be a balance.

In my own experience, I've experienced some wonderful friendships, and those that are real, and involve real connections, continue to grow. Those that do not fall away. It's not to say that the people at the other end are less worthy of friendship! I only wish I could meet all the wonderful people with whom I've connected online!

But the reality is this; we all have to tend the relationships around us, too.

Today I was invited to a Super Bowl party at a friend's house. We haven't "hung out" for a long time, and I turned it down tonight not because I didn't want to spend time with them, but because I have laryngitis. (It doesn't make a lot of sense to go hang out with friends and sit there silently when of course, we WANT to chatter up a storm. Which I would do in spite of my vocal problem!)

Instead, I spent some time online, here and there connected to people I've never met, commenting on the Super Bowl and the attendant commercials. Yes, it was fun. But a real connection with dear friends would have been better.

Again, we have to have a balance; online networking is great, but we have to make sure we foster our friendships in real life, too.

And as the article says, we have to be willing to be disconnected from ALL of it; to experience solitude in the honest sense of the word, and in that, know ourselves, and know the God who made us.

If we're not taking that time, then no friendships in the world are going to help us.
Ultimately, in all of our social connections, we're looking for God. But if we don't take the time to seek Him in solitude as well as through others, we'll miss Him entirely.

Let us not let technology run our lives, and let us not redefine friendship according to the definitions assigned by social networking, but rather, by our inherent design that demands real personal interaction fueled by knowledge of who we are in relation to God.

You Can't Just Make This Stuff Up!

A friend of mine, Lillian-Marie, sent me this story via email and gave me permission to post it.  No names will be used!   And, this carries the standard disclaimer:   PUT DOWN YOUR COFFEE OR WHAT-HAVE-YOU BEFORE YOU CHOKE! 

OK, here goes:    

My parents knew this couple who went on a long weekend skiing trip - the first snow of the season. They planned their trip down to the minute because they wanted to spend as much time on the snow as possible; they were very experienced skiiers. So much so, that they even reserved a room in the lodge rather than a hotel nearby.

The arrived, stowed their belongings in their room, gathered their gear, and went up the ski lift for the first run of the day. They got to the top of the highest hill, and she realized she had to go to the bathroom. With all of the excitement, she forgot to go before they left for the hills. Her husband asked if she can wait because it wouldn't take long to get to the bottom.  

No, she couldn't - she had to go right now.

He told her to go ahead and go there at the top of the mountain.  No one else was on the hill and he would watch to see if anyone would be coming up the lift. She told him to turn around because, with women, it's not a very dignified position to be in. He did so.

A little moment later he asked if she's okay. No word. Thinking that maybe she didn't hear, he asked again, then heard a scream.  He turned around - she's not there! 

He looked around - nowhere to be found. He glanced around trying to figure out where she could possibly have gone,  and to his shock, saw her skiing down the hill, backwards, in the crouched position, pants down to her ankles.

He took off after her, flying down the hill trying to catch her.

Finally, toward the bottom, she fell and in the process of this indignity, broke her leg. He caught up to her a moment later, trying not to laugh, and told her that he'd go call the ski-patrol. 

In a very stern voice, she demanded that he pull up her pants before he goes. (keep in mind her leg is broken).  After much pain & struggle, the pants come up, everything organized, and he takes off.

They get to the hospital, confirm the leg is broken and put it in a cast. They finally get back to the lodge late that evening.

The next morning, while eating breakfast, she demanded that he go out and ski. She wanted at least one of them to get as much time on the snow as possible...and she sealed the deal with the fact that she did bring a few books - she could read in the lodge main area by the fire. After much deliberation back & forth, he conceeded and continued to ski.

That afternoon, she was sitting by the fire with her book, and her leg propped on a sit-a-pon. A gentleman came and sat in the chair next to hers. She noticed that he had a cast on his arm. She asks what happened. 

the man replied, "Lady, you'll never believe it if I told you.'" 

She responded wryly, "Try me." 

He was on the ski lift when he noticed someone skiing down the hill backwards, mooning everyone. He laughed so hard he fell out of the ski lift.

She spent the rest of the time in her room.

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THANKS for the permission to post this!   

And as the question came up in the combox...LM assures us this is NOT an urban legend, but actually happened.  


Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sledding!

It's really obvious I need to write about something fun.  After a long series of serious posts about this and that and technical stuff and automotive stuff, well...let's just say some levity is in order. 

Agreed?  

Agreed. 

So, given that it's winter and even the southern states are taking a beating, well, let's first accept the fact that we can't do anything about the weather, and in that acceptance, we can find the fun that it is. 

I'm an avid skier, although I can't afford it these days, and I've never been out West, sadly.  :-( 

But I have great memories, and they go back to playing in the snow as a child.  And let's face it...our "horror stories" are the best to tell.  Like the one about the flood that happened while we were sledding in a dangerous area. 

There's another I don't think I've written about, though.  

After my family moved to Minnesota, we didn't get to do a lot of sledding, because, suddenly, we lived In Town.  (That's how we thought of it, capitalized like a title).  

In Town, there were SOME hills...but they were pathetic. Not worth our time.  They were bumps and it wasn't worth dragging a toboggan or sled or carrying it over pavement to get to six-foot (in length) "hill" that bordered a soccer field. 

The good thing was, though, that our uncle was a Park Ranger, and because they lived out at the local State Park, they also had access to great winter recreation...including the simplicity of sledding. 

I was  in maybe 9th grade (so about 14 or so) when we went out to Scrambler Hill on a dark winter evening under a full moon.  

We had to snowmobile to get there as it wasn't a hill accessable by driving.  So we dragged our sleds behind us as we slowly moved through the trails, untill we met the Queen of all sledding hills everywhere. 

This hill had SHELVES...it started out nearly flat, with a drop down to the next landing, then to the next and next.  At the bottom was what in skiing terms we called a "compression", which basically means that it flattens quickly and causes the g-forces to press upward.  Not a big deal in hiking, but a HUGE deal when moving at a fast speed!  Compressions KILL ski racers, and I mean that literally.  If they can't "absorb" the compression, they are flung into the air in really creative ways by gravity.  

Back to Scrambler:  in winters where there was a lot of snow, it wasn't a big deal.  It was ALWAYS a fun and challenging hill, but it wasn't necessarily dangerous. 

Well, THAT winter there hadn't been a lot of snow, so of course Scrambler Hill was quite..uh...bumpy.  

That evening, I remember climbing onto the plastic orange toboggan behind my cousin, who was a freshman in college.  Neither of us remembered that thing being so small.  Didn't we used to be able to fit at LEAST 3 of us on it?  

Well, apparently not anymore. 

She sat in front, I was in the back as we stared down this killer hill, the Hannenkam of Sledding.

Without a second thought, we pushed off, hit the first bump, screamed as we went airborn and came down on the slope, hit the second, screamed and went airborne again, and just as we hit the compression at the bottom, diving nose-first into the compression, I remember flying over my cousin. I remember her head striking my knees while I was still weightless, and then I plowed head-first into the thin, now-icy snow at the bottom of the drop. 

I laid there a moment, confused as to how I'd gotten there.  My neck hurt. My forehead had plowed a furrow into the ground, which thankfully allowed me to be able to breathe.  

My cousin was getting up, with her friend helping her. They were laughing, and it seemed so far away. I wanted to get up, too.  But I'd hit hard, head-first.  I knew that was bad.  

I had a sudden, panicked thought:  what if I never walked again?  What if my neck was broken?  

In my panic, I put my hands under me, thrilled they moved, and thought to myself even before the cloud of impending darkness cleared away, "If I don't stand up RIGHT NOW I'll NEVER walk AGAIN!" 

And so I pushed upward, scrambling to my feet, just as one of the guys was asking, "Are you OK?" 

"GREAT!  FINE!"

I couldn't see for a moment, and wondered how long I'd be able to stand. 

Thankfully, by then we were out of time, and decided to head back to the house.  We trudged back up the hill and mounted our snowmobiles, leaving the toboggans there to be picked up the next day via snowcat.  

When we got back to the house, both my cousin and I were quiet.  She was a nursing student, so was a bit more aware of what could have happened than I, and insisted on checking my pupils, as she'd asked her mother to do when we'd gotten home.  

It seems we were fine...but lucky.  

But I'll never forget that feeling of weightlessness, just before plowing head-first with all my force into the snowpack, and the moment of wondering if I'd never walk again. 

Now that I think of it...I think that's the last time I ever went sledding.  

Hmm. 

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P.S.  Years later I started downhill skiing and got into racing...wanna talk about SERIOUS crashes?   Dang, I'm happy to be alive! 
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What's YOUR story?
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Reason to Tweet

I'm new to Twitter, but I've found it doesn't take long to find and follow people, and in turn, people have found and followed me. It can be an interesting place. 

What's the point?  I dunno.  But I've found some great info, great posts, good solid Catholics and Christians of other religions. I've also blocked some nasty spammers from following.  Be Vigilant!

I also have received some assistance with various computer issues (ended up having to go bother my brother, who connected remotely to fix my computer. That's why I HAVE a geek brother, but it's nice to have other people to help where they can so he doesn't bear the brunt!)  

There have been short debates, disagreements,  prayer requests, and recipe sharing. 

Yup, everything you can find through blogging, but in 140 words or less.  Yes, that's good for me. 

But that's not why I'm writing tonight.  I wanted to direct you to GNW_Paul, whom I "met" through Twitter, and he has a wonderful blog post up about following him on Twitter, and I'll post a little of  it here: 


If you are thinking about following me on Twitter, Great. Here is a little about me. I care about having people follow me who are interested in what I am saying, or the same people I am listening to. I don't care if I have 20 or 20,000 followers if they are just following me to boost numbers - don't we ever learn about bubbles people! I generally follow if you look like a real person. The more followers you have, the less likely I am to follow you, unless you particularly interest me.

It's a good post, you should read the rest, and it makes me wonder if I should write my own, so here I am.  

I agree with what Paul stated above.  Great if people want to follow me, but I've noticed a "drop" rate whenever I come out against abortion, or some other issue someone finds offensive to their sensibilities.  

So, let's just lay it out there, whether you're a Tweeter or just surfing blogs.  Here is who I am:

A CATHOLIC  pro-life (absolute) blogger, a gun-toting true feminist according to the original meaning, a possible-future-nun with an unapologetically militantly-Catholic attitude.  I rarely meet someone with whom I can't get along, even if we disagree on things.  I will not compromise on my beliefs, I will not compromise on our Faith, which informs my conscience and, when I do get involved in politics, I can't and won't do away with what I have learned from Christ, who founded the Catholic Church. 

Oh, by the way, I don't do politically correct.  I find inclusive language insulting, affirmative action degrading, and I'm ashamed of our country, although I still love it and hope we can be saved from ourselves.  Although I don't normally write about politics because I'm sick of how EVERYTHING has become politicized in our secularized culture. 

As a faithful Catholic, I believe and accept everything taught infallably by the Church on faith and morals (which is FAR more than "ex cathedra" statements), things that go back over 2,000 years.   And yes, the fact that women can't be ordained is an officially infallable teaching because it belongs to the Deposit of Faith, among other reasons.  

I am not a "Rad-Trad", I am not a "Progressive" nor am  I  a "Conservative"  Catholic.  I have read the Vatican II documents and studied them in depth according to the hermeneutic of continuity - which is how they were written and designed to be read.  I know what Sacrosanctum Concilium REALLY said, and that most Catholic parishes these days are in DIRECT disobedience to it.  

I have experienced both the best and the worst of the Novus Ordo, and even before I knew the worst was wrong, I fled it.   I have been to ONE Mass in the Extraordinary Form (ie TLM, Tridentine, Pre-Vatican II Mass), and I loved it. It made perfect sense, even though I couldn't understand every nuance.  What was important:   who we are in relation to God. If the focus on Mass is not on God, then we're disobeying both Vatican II AND our entire history.    Period. 

I believe in love of God and love of neighbor, with the understanding that "WWJD" is neither because it trivializes what Christ really did, really said, and how He REALLY loved.  

My undergrad degree is in Criminial Justice, and because of that and the accompanying experience (working with prostitutes in two countries, including within the legal system in the US, working in inpatient psych facilities, working with Developmentally Disabled and Traumatic Brain Injury, etc., all both paid and volunteer), I have a lot of opinions in areas that directly are impacted by Catholic Social Teaching.  

I've been a relativist, I've been a fallen-away Catholic, I've done New Age and Occult, and am happy to have survived.  God's Mercy is incredible.  

Who am I now?  I am faithful Catholic first and everything else second, and where there is an objective teaching of the Church through the Magisterium that comes out against my personal opinion...Christ through His Church wins. 

Not through blind faith, but through willful obedience, through study to inform the intellect God gave me, and if I can't understand through those means I'll trust the wisdom of God as expressed through our legitimate teaching authority.  

If none of these things are a problem for you, by all means, follow me and feel free to disagree. I'm not a debator as it's not my gift.  But I can listen, I can understand different positions, and I've found it's ALWAYS easy to get along with people because there are other "everyday" things we have in common. 

This probably isn't an all-encompassing list, nor is it really meant to be. In fact, it's kinda snarky, but there's something I find when just making a point:  often it comes across as snarky. 

Mostly I'm not snarky, but if I have to draw out definitions, that's the attitude that seems to appear. 

Actually, I'm quite warm and fuzzy, I have a gift in real life for endearing people to me (and vice versa), and even when I was a cop my superiors complimented me on this.   (Seriously, I don't see it.  But people always seem to "adopt" me and I naturally "adopt" them right back.) 

Hmmm...this is one of those posts I'll likely take down as it doesn't really go with my overall blog theme, but then again...one has to live adventerously, right?   ;-) 
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New And Interesting

Today on Twitter Patrick Madrid tweeted a podcast link for his posts. 

(Hmmm...random thought: how would that sound if we replaced the word "Twitter" and "Tweeted" with "Smurf" and "smurfed"?  Would he have to be "Patrick Smurf"?)

Anyway...there's a cool widget that you can add to your blog that creates an automatic "podcast", so people can listen to your different posts. 

I uploaded it to my own out of pure unmitigated curiosity, and at least for now, you can listen to my blog by clicking on the little icon below the title that says "Listen".   

It has flaws:  for example, I'm a woman, so please don't think I'm reading my blog as the speaker is actually male or male-sounding.  I also read with a bit more passion than that.  There's no such thing as "nuance", words in caps are spelled out instead of emphasized (DID becomes D.I.D. lol)  

So it's funny, but it won't take long to drive you crazy.  But for now, I'm leaving it up. 

Humor is a good thing.  
  

More on Discernment Ground Rules

I received several comments, both in the combox and via email, from my "Rules" post;  it seems that a lot of people have had the same experiences as I.  Instead of updating that particular post, I've decided to just post the additional "Rules" here.   

Please keep in mind...these are the rules that protect discerners from being mobbed by well-meaning people who are very excited about promoting Vocations to the Priesthood and Religious Life. 

ADDITIONAL RULES (credit is given for each poster):


1. DON'T: Once the discerner has made the decision - DON'T continue to give them information on other Orders! This is happening to me! ~ Lillian-Marie

2. Do - Once a decision has been made, MEGA prayers are needed for the discerner as they move from the secular world into the Order. This is when patience is needed - both with the discerner and family/friends. ~ Lillian-Marie

3. DON'T keep asking WHEN will you enter? When will you enter? When will you enter? We don't know! It's in God's time, not ours. It gets very frustrating having to keep telling people, I don't know. When we know something, we'll definitely let you know.
~ Lillian-Marie

4. DO - write! And sometimes write often! This is one of the saving graces for me. There are so many emotions and thoughts during this time that it is often difficult to get them on paper. Blogging is helpful, but also keep a private journal. ~ Lillian-Marie

5. Here's a tidbit for anyone going as slowly as me-don't tell anyone that you wouldn't trust. When I first told my friends two years ago, they freaked out. One was especially afraid she would not see me again if I entered. ~ Grace

6. Here is another one for the "don't" list. A well-intentioned speaker from the Serra Club was talking at a weekend Mass in our parish. He told the congregation, "If you sense that a young man whom you know may be a good candidate for the priesthood, turn his name in to the diocesan vocations director." I wanted to yell, "No! you'll freak the poor kid out." Just pray for him. If you know him really, really, well; maybe approach the subject in private, carefully, after praying about it. Same could be true of a young woman who may be called to the religious life. But I feel that to do as this speaker suggested is intrusive and may just drive any desire that is there right out the window. ~ Melody K.


ARE THOSE RULES ACCORDING TO GOD?

One commenter asked me that (with a wink for humor), and shared that he was more subtle in his approach. He gave a young man a rosary with St. John Vianney on the medal in the center, but otherwise didn't say a word. That's not a bad approach at all.

But his question is an important one...are these the RULES according to Adoro, LM, Grace, and Melody K, or are they according to God?

Well, let me put it this way: 

I know a religious sister who also found her Vocation fairly late in life. Meaning, of course, that she wasn't 18, she wasn't 21.  It took awhile.  She had a Spiritual Director, the same one for years, and one day she said to him, "Huh.  I think I'm supposed to be a religious sister." 

The Spiritual Director's reaction?  "FINALLY!"  

He hadn't said a word. He knew the Vocation was there, but that she was the one who had to hear it for herself.  She was already doing the right things...praying, meeting God very intimately in the Sacraments and knowing Him more deeply through Spiritual Direction.  He knew that eventually she would "hear" and verbalize what was going on, so he left her alone with God until she was ready to face that and answer.  

He didn't tell her what she should do or where she should go, and she found her Community...and entered it, on God's time.  

So I ask you...if a Spiritual Director takes such a hands-off approach, what does that indicate for the rest of us?  

It's very easy for some people to hear God's Call and answer it.  It's more difficult for others, and involves a little more all around. For myself, as I'm in my 30's, I own a townhome, a car, a dog, and am owned by a great deal of debt (made suddenly worse by the recent car problem), and I have a myriad of life experiences which in many ways clouds my judgment about some things.  Maybe it helps in some, but I know at a fundamental level that I need to be able to divest myself of certain "images" and grow in virtue.  It'll be really hard to enter a community never having had spiritual direction.  

If that's God's plan for me.  And that's STILL a big "IF".  

God's RULE is simple:  The Call is a very personal thing between the discerner and Him.  He knows what He's doing, and is doing a fine job of guiding the soul all by himself.  No, he doesn't want that person to be an island, nor does he want that person's friends and family taking over and creating a cacaphony over which the person can no longer hear Him.  

There are probably other people out there with even more to say on this issue.  Perhaps with more input, I'll compile these posts and boil them down into one to encompass all the "Rules" from those who have experienced all the agony and ecstasy of discerning one's Vocation.  
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Now,  just so you all don't think we are picking on all the wonderful people around us, I'm going to end this post with a comment from Anonymous: 


I went through 3-1/2 years of discernment because of an incredible pull that would not stop. Often I shared this with people and much of what I heard could not be possible for me. My personal rule was to thank them and to thank God that he had me surrounded by people who cared enough to care. ~ Anonymous

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And so we do thank all of you who care enough to comment, to offer prayers and other support as we seek to discern God's Will for us. Please keep praying for us, and please keep praying for Vocations to the Priesthood and Religious Life.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I Was Hungry...

Just for the sake of comparison:


WHAT JESUS ACTUALLY SAID:
(MT 25:35) 

For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me.'
Then the righteous will answer him and say, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?
When did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you?
When did we see you ill or in prison, and visit you?'
And the king will say to them in reply, 'Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.'



WHAT JESUS DID NOT SAY:

For when I was hungry you gave me food stamps, I was thirsty and you sent me to commodities to get powdered milk, a stranger and you greeted me at the beginning of Mass and never looked at me again, naked and you sent me to Goodwill and Salvation Army, ill and you sent me to hospice to kill me by deciding I didn't need to eat or drink anymore, in prison, and you wrote me off as unredeemable.


As a girl who grew up on welfare, and given that the government is all about making people dependent upon them, well...there ya go.

Jesus asks us to be personal in our assistance to the poor. I have to ask some people if they're afraid they'll break a nail if they get personal?

No wonder people never get off welfare; they system creates dependence, it creates a society that doesn't want to be bothered with the problem of the poor, and a society that would rather build statiums for uber-rich athletes and make sure the homeless shelter across the street from the planned project gets moved so that no one will have to suffer guilt for what they're NOT doing to help.

Thank God people in our lives DID get personal, got involved, and didn't make us feel like dirtbags just because we didn't have much.  Some people did, certainly.  But the people who mattered were the ones who weren't afraid that poverty was "catching".  

And that's all I have to say about that. 
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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Pro-Life

Many of you are familiar with Jen. F. of Conversion Diary.  

Although I don't comment there much, she writes one of my favorite blogs, and this woman has incredible insights. 

But her post at Prolife Coalition is maybe one of her best, and I firmly believe EVERYONE, without exception, needs to read what she has to say. 

For those who don't know her, she was a a pro-choice atheist.  Quite honestly, the only people who wouldn't want to read what she has to offer now are those who are narrow-minded anti-intellectuals afraid of facing a challenge to their own opinions.  

Find her post HERE. 


Best. Comment. Ever!

This comment is too good to sit in a combox just rotting away.  In response to my post on Ground Rules for discernment, my friends (real-life ones who attend my parish) had this to say:  

Oh...hold up a second! 

 If you're drinking coffee, or sipping something, put it down.  If you are eating, swallow.  I won't be held responsible for your monitor or keyboard, and I can't call 911 for you if you're choking.   

OK, here it is: 

Adoro,

I feel for you. This is a very personal matter, and your blogging about it is not an invitation for advice. I’m appalled that people can’t help themselves and have to overwhelm you with unsolicited advice.

I want to buttress your statement by offering the obvious; it is deeply insulting for some to presume that this is okay. I think it’s a sign of the inordinate opinion people have of their own advice. They are clueless. And I’m sorry you’re being put through this.

The best way to rid yourself of this scourge is to speed up your discernment. I would recommend a pilgrimage to the Grotto Shrine in Portland, OR. Begin a novena to St. Thomas Aquinas prior to your arrival, and fast for three days beforehand. Arrive on a Saturday, and only bring enough money to last for a day. Then vow not to return until you have your answer. I’m certain that this will provide the desired results.

Something that also might help is not narrowing down your options to strictly Dominicans. Have you ever considered the Carmelite order? They are wonderful, and they produce saints like crazy. Edith Stein, the Little Flower, Bernadette, Simon Stock, Elijah (I just found out about him this morning)… Hey, they are doing something right. Think about it. Well, unless you don’t like them.

If you’re still stuck on Dominicans, here’s an awesome community that you might have missed:
http://www.jonahhouse.org/DominicanCorporateStance.htm

Those nuns are really cool. How could anyone not feel at home there? The best part is, they don’t have habits, except for getting arrested. Wouldn’t it be a whole lot more comfortable if you didn’t have to wear those heavy, itchy habits in the summer time?

Anyway, I want to be the first to wish you well on your pilgrimage, and good luck finding a kennel and house-watcher while you’re gone.
~ John and Dawna



ROFL! Thanks. And YOU guys owe ME a new monitor!