Kissing the Leper

Yesterday was the Feast of the Holy Family for us Catholics, a time to reflect on how the family of Joseph, Mary and Jesus can serve as a model for all of us in family life. Our pastor gave an excellent sermon, reminding us that despite the fact that the Holy Family is made up of a saint, a woman with no sin, and God Himself, they faced challenges and hardships.

And then there is...us. This most unholy family. The swampy mess. This everybody-slow-down-at-look-at-the-accident family. Our energy-sucking, money-chewing, would-SOME-body-PLEASE-let-the-damn-dog-out family. This most unholy family.

We don't look much like Mary, Joseph and Jesus.

Except when we do. We pray, even when it's difficult. We forgive, even when our hearts are still hard. We laugh at stupid things that only our family laughs at. We know things are okay when Dad makes goulash or Mom knits something just for you. Life keeps punching us, and we bob and weave. Occasionally, we take one on the nose and get knock…

Advent is a pregnant time: a time of anticipation, stress, wonder, leaning forward. It's a time when Mary must have been in wonder and awe, but also in fear. What exactly was going to happen? When? How?

We can learn much from Mary. I am SO going to try to be more like Mary in the coming year. I realize, as I look back over this past year, that I have been too reliant on external circumstances for faith, hope and love. I need to remain constant in those regardless of what is happening around me. Mary is a perfect model for that.

(Come on, red-headed angels: how could I resist?!)

It feels like we're in battle doesn't it? People are screaming at us to take down our Christmas decorations, a Christian publicly says what Christians have believed for 2,000 years and people call for his removal from public airwaves, we can't put up a cross or a Nativity scene for fear that people will faint in horror. "Merry Christmas?" You might as well slap someone in the face.

We're being told we have to pay for abortions, contraception, and every other thing the Obama administration can sneak into that damn law that no one read until it was passed (hey, Nancy Pelosi, have you had time to read it yet??)

We are bombarded from every angle for our faith. The media makes fun of us, co-workers question us (sometimes politely, sometimes not), and we just want to run for cover.

Well, guess what? It's supposed to be hard. We are The Church Militant, not the Church Fluffy-and-Fun, or the Church Party-On-Dude, or the Church-All-Is-Well. Nope: we are called to …

I love Gaudete Sunday. The rose vestments, the feeling of joy and anticipation, the beautiful readings at Mass: it's a blessing.

I had the honor of lectoring this Gaudete Sunday. We also had a friend of Dark-Haired Daughter's with us, a very sweet girl who is so appreciative and caring. We met a few more folks at our new parish.

Ed and the girls went out in the afternoon and brought home a Christmas tree. (We're holding off on decorating until the older kids are home.) Just when they got the tree up, they called me from my office to come and see it. I stood up, tripped over my slipper and severely sprained my ankle. The rest of the day was spent at the ER.

It's funny (in a God sort of way) that a day set aside for joy is one where I got injured and spent the day in the ER. God always reminds me that joy is not about happiness - which is fleeting and depends on our circumstances, not our internal spiritual state - and He is good for that.

Gaudete in Domino Semper! — Rej…

I tripped. Over my slipper. And now I have a very swollen, unusually colored ankle. Haven't been blogging much because tending to the rest of my life takes so much time on crutches! Hang in there with me!

An homage to our snowy week here in West MI.

Consider yourself warned: terrifying children from vintage ads. Don't do it; don't click on the link. Okay, but I warned you....

This past Sunday, a friend told me that she'd been having problems with her new glasses. She couldn't see: they were giving her headaches, she got dizzy wearing them, she felt disoriented when she took them off. They weren't a high prescription: the glasses were a slight adjustment for distance sight and bifocals on the bottom.

She went back to the place she bought them twice, thinking they needed adjustment. She was told she just needed to get used to them; there was nothing wrong with the glasses or the fit. Still, the problems persisted.

Finally, she decided to visit an eye specialist. She told him how terrible she felt wearing the glasses, about the headaches. She told him, "I just can't see."

The doctor looked at the glasses briefly, and said, "I can help you." What great relief! She asked what needed to be done. The doctor told her, "The lenses are in upside down. I just need to put them in properly."

It's a funny story, but it …

There shall be no harm or ruin on all my holy mountain;
for the earth shall be filled with knowledge of the LORD,
as water covers the sea.
On that day, the root of Jesse,
set up as a signal for the nations,
the Gentiles shall seek out,
for his dwelling shall be glorious.

From Liuan Huska:

Our God did what every mother would shudder to do. He sent his child directly into the heart of evil with no protection, save faith, hope, and extravagant love. God the Father did not shelter Jesus from the terror and loss of living in our broken, bleeding world. He chose instead to be present with us, to enter into our pain. During Advent, as we prepare our hearts for the arrival of the vulnerable Christ child, our call is to likewise look pain and darkness full on.

I mean, if it's gonna snow, you might as well have fun, right?

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Sometimes, I feel very close to Christ in the Garden, where he spent agonizing hours in prayer. I'm so tired and stressed, and the holidays always make me feel even more insufficient as a parent.

We are working on getting guardianship of our 18 year old daughter, which isn't that big of a deal, just a lot of paperwork and gathering information. Youngest Son is in a pit of trouble right now, and instead of grabbing hold of the ropes we keep throwing him, he grabs the shovel and continues digging.

O Blessed Saint Monica, after a lifetime of tearful prayers, fasting and sacrifice, you were at last granted the happiness of witnessing the conversion to Christ Jesus and His Church of both your son and husband.

Intercede for us that we might experience the same peace, faith and acceptance of God's will so that we may live all our years in serenity and go joyfully to our heavenly home secure in the knowledge that our loved ones are on the way of Christ. Amen.

RITE OF ACCEPTANCE INTO THE CATECHUMENATE AND MEETING WITH CATECHUMENS
AT THE CLOSING OF THE YEAR OF FAITH

In the Bible God always appears as the one who takes the initiative in the encounter with man: it is he who seeks man, and usually he seeks him precisely while man is in the bitter and tragic moment of betraying God and fleeing from him. God does not wait in seeking him: he seeks him out immediately. He is a patient seeker, our Father! He goes before us and he waits for us always. He never tires of waiting for us, he is never far from us, but he has the patience to wait for the best moment to meet each one of us. And when the encounter hap…