1. Pope Benedict has named a record number of women to the synod on the New Evangelization, including Sister Paula Jean Miller, a
Franciscan Sister of the Eucharist and professor of theology at the
University of St. Thomas in Houston - one of "my" Franciscan Sisters.
2. I found - through a co-worker - a Goodwill "boutique". The Goodwill stores in the area gather up the best stuff and bring it to their boutique store, which happens to be just down the street from where I work. For a thrift store maven like me, this is Nirvana!
3. The Detroit Tigers are in first place. And that is good.
I was praying for Youngest Son today, asking his patron saints to pray for him as well, and saying to them, "I feel so helpless". I stopped and thought: "No. I AM helpless."
I am a card-carrying, pledge-swearing, grammar-correcting perfectionist. I am willing and able to tackle any and all problems, whether they concern me or not, because I KNOW I can take care of business. Get out of my way, watch my smoke, applaud my success.
Except...I am helpless.
I can't control stuff. I can't control my kids. I can support, cajole, discipline, advise. I can protect....to some degree. I can pray. I can tell, ask, model and listen. But I cannot control.
What a damn let-down for me. Because, I was sure, until just a few months ago when the ugliness of sin and evil in the world punched our family hard in the gut, that I could and would control.
I am helpless.
I have always thought this prayer from St. Ignatius of Loyola was the scariest prayer in the universe, because it…
Wherein I "rip-off" another writer on the web. Not taking credit - just sharing good stuff.
Today's choice is about Dorothy Day's "dynamic orthodoxy" from First Things:
“She was utterly faithful to her vocation. There was nothing at all inauthentic about her.”
overlooked, he said, was her self-discipline. “If you study her diaries
and letters, and meditations, what you find is an incredibly structured
Catholic spiritual life, which to me, as a priest, is very impressive.”
It is something all Christians can learn from, and seek to emulate.
of her unusual love, Day always looked for the “better” in people, even
when she knew they had flaws. Her daring political views—about war and
economics—brought her into conflict with Cardinal Spellman, yet she
always defended his honor. “If anyone spoke against him, she’d always
stand up for him,” said friend and biographer, Jim Forest, to author
Rosalie Troester: And it wouldn’t be in generalities. She…
Going through therapy for depression is like untangling a vast, knotted ball of string. There are so many things to pull and tug, fidget with, frustrate one's self with. My counselor (a wise Franciscan Sister) reminded me last night: it is easiest to untangle a knot when there is slack in the string. The more tension we place in the string, the tighter the knot becomes, and thus, the harder it is to untangle.
One of the knots I struggle with is my continuing struggle to pray. Don't get me wrong: I pray every day, but mostly I am saying my prayers, and not praying my prayers. God is silent for me, and distant it seems.
My boss gave me an assignment on Friday that has to do with selling a book. It is a rather daunting task, with a very tight timeline and I'm a bit stressed over it. Yesterday, I decided to see who was the patron saint of book sellers, in the hopes of garnering some Heavenly help. Lo and behold: it is St. John of the Cross. If you're not familiar with him…
His clothes weren't very clean. He walked with a pronounced limp. He wore a lot of years on his face, but I couldn't really tell how old he was.
He approached the small group of women waiting at the bus stop, including me. When he was within a few feet, he shouted out quite merrily, "Have a great night, ladies." The women around me stiffened a bit, looking away. "Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact", you could almost hear them muttering to themselves.
I turned to him and said, "You have a great night, too."
He stopped and said, "You know, no one ever says that to me. You made my night. Some people think the world is going to hell in a hand basket but I don't. Thank you."
I said, "I don't believe that either."
And he walked on.
The lady standing next to me smirked, and remarked, "Well, you made his night", rather sarcastically.
Perhaps none of them knew, and I really can't blame them. H…
The answer simply is that we owe God everything, including our life
and redemption and the possibility of eternal life in heaven. On the
other hand, we will be given mercy to the extent we extend it to others,
even if they do not reciprocate in asking our forgiveness. Remember, of course, that all of salvation history from the fall of
our first parents is the story of God’s mercy. As St. Paul says in one
of his epistles, “God is rich in mercy.” Bl. John Paul wrote one of his
first encyclicals,Rich in Mercy, on this topic. In my old office at the Catholic Information Center in downtown
Washington, DC, I prominently placed a large framed photo of the pope’s
meeting with the man who had attempted to assassinate him. (I checked
recently and the photo is still there!) Of course, we do not know
The vocation of the Church and of each Christian is to serve others,
as the Lord himself did, freely and impartially. Consequently, in a
world where violence constantly leaves behind its grim trail of death
and destruction, to serve justice and peace is urgently necessary for
building a fraternal society, for building fellowship! Dear brothers and
sisters, I pray in particular that the Lord will grant to this region
of the Middle East servants of peace and reconciliation, so that all
people can live in peace and with dignity. This is an essential
testimony which Christians must render here, in cooperation with all
people of good will. I appeal to all of you to be peacemakers, wherever
you find yourselves. Service must also be at the heart of the life of the Christian
community itself. Every ministry, every position of responsibility in
the Church, is first and foremost a service to God and to our brothers
and sisters. Thi…
I spent the weekend on retreat with our beloved Franciscan Sisters. One of the many things we do (my husband and I, and the others lay folks that work with them) is to individually discuss what we call our creative process, which includes how we deal with crisis. We start with our initial reaction to a crisis. Mine is: "I am a failure".
On the first night of the retreat, we were asked to come up with something from our Franciscan lives, without too much thought - first thing that came to mind, to share with the group as an icebreaker. Mine was "I am a failure".
Now, that's not as horrible as it sounds. I mean, it's only the first step in a long sequence of steps that I go through whenever I face a crisis in my life. It really does get better. But that's always where I start.
There are a lot of reasons for my starting at this place. Most of it has to do with the perfectionist tendencies I have and the willingness to take on the burden of everything in …
I've heard it said that it would be extremely odd for a person to wear an electric chair or guillotine around their neck, yet many of us proudly wear a cross - a symbol of torture. And today we exalt that symbol of torture.
Because it's also a sign of hope.
I often tell my kids that no situation is so grim that God's grace cannot enter in and redeem it. How hard that must have been to believe and understand to the loved ones of Christ as He agonized on that cross for hours, after having to drag it through the streets, undergoing a grueling physical and spiritual test.
And we exalt it as a sign of hope.
We are told that we must all carry our cross if we want to follow Christ - He's very explicit about that. Choosing a life in Christ means a burdened life, a difficult life, a life that goes against the stream of the culture around us.
And that cross is still a sign of hope.
I must admit, with my recent struggle with depression and all the issues my family has been facin…
Today we Catholics celebrate the Holy Name of Mary. I was going to try and find some awesome art to post, but then I ran across this blog dedicated to Mary's Holy Name. It has some gorgeous vintage holy cards like the one below. Take a moment to visit the site.
Dark-haired Daughter and Dear Husband have been doing a therapy program weekly. It's not voluntary on our part, but I think it's been helpful in some small ways.
A couple of weeks ago, the lesson was on "radical acceptance" - the idea that there are just some things we have to accept whether we want to or not, and we can't let those things control and consume us. I've been thinking about that idea a lot these last few weeks, as I've been traversing my way through depression, anxiety and anger.
I don't want to accept the fact that no one wants to do anything about my daughter's assault - not the cops, not the courts, not an attorney. No justice.
I don't want to accept that I have a sister who works two blocks from where I work, but never has time for a cup of coffee or lunch.
I don't want to accept that my kids have had such a rough time growing up, despite every effort on Dear Husband's and my part. We are not a "normal" fam…
This is such a lovely and enthusiastic organization. Imagine Sisters, whose new website proclaims "One Sister Can Save the World", proclaims with great joy the consecrated life. Visit their site and share it with those you know.
For myself, I know deep and abiding friendships with good, holy Sisters has been a tremendous blessing for me and my family. Pray for more vocations.
Wherein I "rip-off" another writer. Not taking credit, just sharing good stuff. Today's choice is from Kathleen Norris' Acedia & me: Marriage, Monks and a Writer's Life. If you're not familiar with Kathleen Norris, she is one of the finest spiritual writers around (not Catholic, but with a great affinity towards the Church).
Could we regard repetition as a saving
grace, one that keeps returning us to essential understandings that we
can discover in no other way? The human need for routine is such that
even homeless people establish it the best they can, walking the same
streets, foraging in the same dumpsters, sleeping in the same spots, in
an attempt to maintain basic relationships with people and places. For
any of us, affluent or not, it is by means of repeating ordinary rituals
and routines that we enhance the relationships that nourish and sustain
us. A recent study that monitored the daily habits of couples in order
to determine what produce…
If you are anxious and despairing and worried, here is my advice: get a crucifix.
Not a cross, a crucifix. Get a small one you can keep in your pocket; and another you can keep discreetly at your desk; get one for your home.
Keep the crucifix before your eyes, and it will teach you everything. It will train you to the longview. The
earthly goings-on that make us anxious and full of despair are a
manifestation of the wholly spiritual war that proceeds apace —
continually,though unseen – all around us. When we buy into it and lose
hope we are opening ourselves up to a spiritual oppression meant to cast
us into the darkness and away from the light. Because the main battle
is supernatural, we recognize it in our spirit; we feel it in our
spirit, and then, when the pain is too great, we either try to numb
ourselves to it, or allow the spirit to collapse, completely.
to arm the spirit. Feed it through Eucharistic Ador…
I guess it was Freud that said anger turned inward is depression. I can't say Sigmund got much right, but apparently he nailed this one for me. I'm mad at everybody.
I am plenty mad at God, and He knows it.
I am mad at everyone involved in my daughter's assault, from the men who violated her, to the cop who took 30 minutes to interview her and then said, "She won't make a good witness" and refused to do anything further with the case, to the school staff that allowed her to walk out the door without a parent signing her out, to the ER doctor who acted as if she were treating a plague victim.
I am mad at myself for not protecting my daughter.
I am mad at the birth mother of my children for giving them cocaine as a way to start their lives.
I am angry that bad things happen to the innocent and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.
Yeah, I haven't posted in awhile. Truthfullly, I am battling depression. It's been big, dark and scary. It's shaken me right down to the core. (Yes, I am getting professional help.)
If you've ever battled depression, you know the lethargy that can come with it. It is taking tremendous effort for me to just get through the day. I long to write here, but it's not possible for me most days.
The worst part for me is that the depression has robbed me of the ability to find solace in my faith, which has always, always been a place of peace and hope for me. It is hard to write about faith when I just ain't feelin' it.
I am going to make the effort to keep up here, but please know that it's really a struggle for me right now. Prayers are appreciated.