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This past week, our priest was TDY to Georgia, so we didn't have daily Mass on base. TDY means temporary duty for military members in a different location than where they are stationed. Nearly every day for Mass, it's me, my son, and another lady that works on base. We'll call her Maria. Other people come and go, but we are kind of the constants. I love when we have a full little chapel. Anyway, Maria and I decided that we would still come up to the chapel to pray the Rosary together during Mass time. Well, I quickly found myself making excuse after excuse not to go up. "Oh, we need to finish up some school." "Oh, the door will be locked. Who wants to bother trying to find someone with a key." "Oh, I can pray it here at home." "Oh, this. Oh, that." Maria, though, has such a beautiful level of piety that it's infectious. She has a bag of religious books that she carries with her everywhere. She says her daily prayers with such love and devotion. She is always excited to do anything that brings her closer to God. I love her and her beautiful spirit. Because I knew she would be up there to pray, I went even when the inertia of my soul wanted to keep me at home being lazy. One day, I got there early and the door to the Blessed Sacrament room was locked and I was so sloth-like that I didn't even put forth the effort to go find someone with a key. I just kind of was like, "Oh well, guess not today." But, when Maria showed up and heard that the door was locked, she immediately turned around and went to find someone. In that moment, I felt so pitiful. Here I was standing around, not on my lunch break, but with time and I couldn't even move to go get someone to open the door. Maria on the other hand didn't even think twice. And I thought to myself right then and there, "God, I still have much work to do. Please forgive my lazy ways and help me be more like Maria." This is why we need each other, Catholic Pilgrims. This is why our Catholic Faith can't just be about a personal relationship with us and Jesus. We will easily slip into the deadly sin of sloth. Maria is a shining example for me and she holds me accountable. I need her witness. Have a blessed Monday.
Most people want to go to Heaven. I was thinking today, though, at Mass, that while most people want to go to Heaven, they don't want to bring Heaven to earth quite yet. What do I mean by this? Well, early on in my Christian life, I wanted to go to Heaven. Mostly, it was because I just wanted to see departed loved ones again. And, it sounded nice, to be in a perfect place. I felt kind of like I was owed it simply by the sheer fact that I called myself a Christian. But, in the meantime, I didn't really want to live a holy and pleasing life here on earth. I wanted to indulge in a few choice sins, if you know what I mean. Heaven sounded good for after I'd had all the "fun." Though I felt I was owed it, I certainly didn't want to try to create Heaven here on earth through my own actions or cooperation with God. So, when suffering came my way, I was appalled that God would allow me to go through that. I felt I was owed a suffering-free life and Heaven. "Don't ask anything of me, yet give me all that I feel I deserve." This is what we call insufferable pride. I just didn't really understand anything about sacrifice or suffering as it should be understood to a Christian. When you are constantly told that Jesus did it all, there's nothing for you to do but sit back, call yourself a Christian, enjoy the ride because Jesus has got you, and live however you would like, because, again, you are covered by the Blood of Jesus, well, you will grow lukewarm real quick. Baptized believers are the Body of Christ, and that means, that we all make up Jesus' Body in a mystical, spiritual way. Christ suffered for us. As part of His Body, we can unite our suffering to His suffering and offer it to the Father. We are to participate with Him, not just hit cruise control. God has always wanted our participation and the craziest thing about Christ's suffering is that it was/is redemptive. Our suffering and sacrifices when united to His are redemptive, too. This is one of the ways we become more Christ-like. And so, this means, that we have to necessarily live differently. We can't "conform ourselves to this age" but instead "be transformed," as St. Paul tells us, Catholic Pilgrims. Our lives should look different. Have a blessed Sunday.
With each season of my podcast, Journeying with the Saints, I grow in love for the Saint whose work I'm reading. To be honest, I was scared to read St. Augustine's "Confessions." Mostly I was afraid because I thought I'd be too dumb to keep up with his mind, but I've found this book really approachable. There are some parts that stretch the mind--thinking here of his talk on time--but it's good to stretch the mind a bit. How else can we grow and learn new things? I very much relate to St. Augustine. I, too, dropped my Faith in my late teens, went off to live a very worldly life, found nothing was satisfying me, became desperate for the truth, took a long time to wrestle it out, and finally converted to Catholicism. All the while, I had a mother ferverently praying for me. Season Six isn't done yet, but already I've grown in my love and appreciation of this Doctor the Faith. He will forever be in my bevy of Saints that I call on frequently. Reading their works helps us to see that they were real people and they struggled and sinned and eventually opened themselves up to grace and then went on to do amazing things. They give us hope that we can all be Saints. Today is St. Augustine's feast day, Catholic Pilgrims. I'm so grateful that I've come to know him better. St. Augustine, pray for us!
This year as I've been reading through St. Augustine's "Confessions" on my podcast, Journeying with the Saints, I've finally gotten the story on St. Monica. It is through her son that we understand her. We all know that she prayed for his conversion, but through his writings, we get the intimate details. She absolutely prayed, yes, but there is so much more to the story. She wasn't afraid to tell her son that his lustful lifestyle wasn't okay. In our culture, too many people think that to love means to tolerate anything and everything. Monica straight up told Augustine that he was living in sin. She, also, went to a bishop and begged him to speak with St. Augustine and talk some sense into him. The bishop told her that he wasn't ready to receive the truth, but that, eventually, he would reason his way to it. That had to be so frustrating for her. At one point in time, because he refused to stop fornicating and keeping a mistress, she didn't allow him to eat at her table or stay in her home. But, she does meet up with him in Milan and lives with him, most likely helping to take care of her grandson. Through it all, she called Augustine to the Christian life while staying close to him. All her prays, all her maternal correction, all her perseverance paid off, but it took a long time. After she died, here is what St. Augustine wrote, "Then little by little, my old feelings about Your handmaid came back to me. I thought of her devoted love for You and the tenderness and patience she had shown to me, like the holy woman that she was. Of all this I found myself suddenly deprived, and it was a comfort to me to weep for her and for myself and to offer my tears to You for her sake and for mine. The tears which I had been holding back streamed down, and I let them flow as freely as they would, making of them a pillow for my heart...For this was the mother, now dead and hidden awhile from my sight, who had wept over me for many years so that I might live in Your sight." St. Monica knows the grief a parent carries when their children have fallen away from the Faith. Ask for her intercession for yourself and for your child. She is happy to pray for you, Catholic Pilgrims. St. Monica, pray for us!
As my husband and I drove through many small Irish towns recently, one of the things we were struck by was how nearly every home was clean and well-kept. These were not palaces of wealthy people, but simple, ordinary homes that clearly had owners that took a lot of pride in their property. There was hardly any trash to be seen, lawns were well manicured, and flowers were abundant. There were signs up that said, "Keep your town tidy," which I love. Tidy. I love that they use that word. The other thing that was striking to us was that there wasn't major industry in the towns; most of them were just simple agricultural areas. There was always a pub, though. Gotta have a pub. 😀 My point is, is that these were not areas with a booming economy. My maternal grandparents were from a tiny, tiny Kansas town. When I was a kid, even though the town was little, the people had pride in keeping the town nice. Most homes were kept up, the little downtown had flower pots overflowing with flowers that the women of the town planted. Storefronts were quaint and old-timey. It was charming. It's been a few years since I've been there but the last time I was, everything was in a state of decay. It was an agricultural area back in the day and it still is today, but the effort is not there anymore. Whenever I bring this up, someone always says, "Well, the area is poor, so that's why." To which I ask, "Poor people can't keep things clean?" Beauty is of God and we are supposed to imitate God. As humans, we have the ability to create beauty out of chaos and make things pleasant and appealing. The real problems are screens and drugs. Too many waste hours and hours staring at screens and too many use drugs. This leads to neglect of surroundings and neglect makes us depressed. Part of our mission everyday as Catholics is to bring beauty, truth, and goodness to any situation we find ourselves in. It won't always be well received, but the alternative is that ugliness, lies, and debauchery will run amok. Bring the beauty this week, Catholic Pilgrims. Everyone is starved for it. *Ruins are of Cong Abbey in Cong, Ireland.
When people find out I'm from Kansas, one of two things happens. Sometimes both things happen. 1. They ask if I've been in a tornado. 2. They make some reference to "The Wizard of Oz." As to question number one, my answer is, "Well, sort of." I had to sped away from a tornado once. I was at a lake fishing with my then boyfriend and a sheriff's deputy came pulling up hot to us, jumped out of his car, and said, "Hey, get out of here! There's a tornado right over those trees!" We looked, saw it, dashed to the truck, and sped off Dukes of Hazard like. So, that's my tornado story. As to making "Wizard of Oz" references to me, I charge $1.00 per reference. 😉😎 Today's small-town church showcase is St. John's located in Spearville, Kansas. Spearville is on the side of the state that I didn't spend a whole lot of time in. Most of my time and life was spent on the east side, Spearville is more southwest-ish. This picture is beautiful, btw. Kansas has the best sunsets and I'll die on that hill. Per the church website, in 1903, this town was growing, but it lacked a church. Catholics had to make a long journey over to Dodge City for services and so, one day, members of the town got together and decided they needed to build their own church. That original structure soon became too small and the church you see here was built and dedicated in 1918. It seems that even today, the church in this little town is doing well. So, if you ever find yourself out in western Kansas and need some time with Jesus, maybe stop in to St. John's in little 'ole Spearville. I'm sure the good Kansas locals will be happy to welcome you. Oh, and catch a sunset, too. Have a great day, Catholic Pilgrims.
Have you ever wondered what the rich young man in Matthew 19 thought Jesus would say to him? He goes up to Jesus, asks him what good he must do to gain eternal life, and after hearing Jesus' answer, he goes away sad. I'm curious what he expected Jesus to say. He tells Jesus that he follows all the commandments and he obviously feels like there is something more that he should be doing. I just wonder what it is that he was expecting. Or, maybe he didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't "go sell your stuff and come follow me." The other thing that strikes me about the young man is that even though he decides not to follow Jesus, he goes away sad. He doesn't go away confident that he's on the right path. He doesn't think Jesus is crazy and dismisses Him. He doesn't laugh at Jesus and try to convince Him that he really doesn't need to do that. No, he goes away sad. We all need to remember that Jesus will always call us to more, so we should expect that. Whatever He calls us to is going to involve a bit of pain in someway because He is most certainly going to call us away from our own will. That is always painful, because, deep down, we trust ourselves more to give us happiness than we just God. If we ask God what more we can do, and we can definitely tell which direction He's leading us, but we choose to ignore it, it will always make us sad. Why? Because God just showed us the potential He sees in us and we declined. That will never make us feel good. Jesus knows what will bring us true happiness, Catholic Pilgrims. We must trust that it's better than what we see for ourselves. Live the faith boldly and travel well this Monday.
I made a short reel the other day that was supposed to be kind of funny. In Ireland, I saw tons of electric mowers just chugging along doing the work of making lawns look beautiful. (Everyone's yard in Ireland is pristine, btw. Very impressive.) Anyway, I likened the mowers to the Saints. They just get the good work done that needs to be done in order to make things better. Everyone else stands around gripping and despairing, but the Saints "just keep going, just keep going." To prove my point, Mr. Grumpypants had to show up and grump about how people who think they are Saints are all "naval gazers that think they are better than everyone else." Maybe he thought I was calling myself a Saint and he felt the need to set me straight. I wasn't calling myself that, but I do desire to be one. He said something, though, that I want to focus on. The Saints aren't people that call themselves Saints. They didn't think they were better than everyone else. In fact, they thought they could only do more and more for love of God. Mostly, they were focused on how they could be better and how they could live a mission here on earth to bring Christ to people. The Saints never settled and never do settle. And some people see this as burdensome and too pious. They look at themselves and think, "Hey, I'm a decent person. There's not much more for me to do. I don't want to go overboard with anything. Now, to be sure, loads of other people need to change, but me, I good right where I am." This is difference. True Saints never think of themselves as Saints and if they ever did, they would be full of pride and still have a lot of work to do. True Saints desire to be more Christ-like every day. They ask for grace, depend on that grace to help them restore, heal, and propagate God's kingdom here on earth. Holiness is the goal, Catholic Pilgrims, for love of God. Everyday we will have to ask for the grace to help us reach that goal. Live the Faith boldly and travel well. *St. Mary's located on the Ring of Kerry in Ireland.
Where's my Swiss Catholic Pilgrims at? This small-town church showcase is for you. Today, we have St. Ann's in Badus Township in South Dakota. It was built by Swiss immigrants coming into the area in the late 1800s and Badus is the name of a Mountain in Switzerland, hence the name. Within Badus Township, there is only one tiny town called Ramona. This area might win for smallest location in this series. There are only about 60-95 residents in this township today. The township sits on the eastern side of the South Dakota. Today, this church is permanently closed but it did find its way on the National Register of Historical Places in 1979. It was built in 1884. I think this church is a reminder of the pioneering spirit of our country at one time and the importance of religion to the pioneering communities. They built their churches with their own hands. I would imagine that you can't go in anymore, but if you are ever roaming around the eastern agricultural areas of South Dakota, you might find yourself passing this historical church. Have a great Wednesday, Catholic Pilgrims, and live the Faith boldly and travel well.
Irish Sheepies. That's what I love calling sheep--sheepies. Boy, did we see tons of them in Ireland. Don't worry, the one isn't bleeding. The sheep all have painted markings on them as a sort of brand. Today our Gospel reading is from Matthew and Jesus tells the parable of the lost sheep--an oldie but goodie. I was listening to Jeff Cavins daily reflection on Hallow the other day and he was talking about repetition. He mentioned that when we are kids, we can listen to the same story over and over and over again. I probably read "Red Fish, Blue Fish" to my son a thousand times when he was little. I read it so much that I had to make up funny voices to read it in to make it interesting. He absolutely loved it and giggled the whole time. As adults, though, we don't really like hearing the same story over and over again. Some we do, but for the most part, we say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it. Don't need to hear it again." Jeff Cavins said in his reflection that "Jesus repeats Himself pretty often, because the truth is that we need to hear certain messages over and over again." The story of God leaving the 99 to go search for the one lost sheep is one that we hear often and there can be a tendency to think that we know it, we get it, nothing new to hear here. But, we need to be reminded over and over again that God will always come for us. How many people think that they are too far gone, that they are too lost for God to ever want them? LOADS of people. No matter how many times we hear the lost sheep parable, people still think that God wouldn't bother with them. So, it clearly is a message we need to hear repeatedly. As Jesus tells us, "It is not the will of your Heavenly Father that one of these little ones be lost." He will always come looking for us if we've lost our way, Catholic Pilgrims. Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Tuesday.
We are back safe and sound from Ireland, my fellow Pilgrims. What a wonderful trip we had and there is so much to share. This is the Galway Cathedral, in Galway, Ireland. It makes you feel like you've stepped into a huge castle. We just missed Mass when we arrived, but we got to join in for the Rosary in the Marian shrine off to the right. As I knelt down to pray with the locals, I was a bit distracted by the voice of the lady leading it. She had a definite rhythm and a heavy Irish accent and at first it was a little hard for me to focus. But, I closed my eyes and it wasn't long before her low, rhythmic, steady voice drew me in and the whole experience became very memorable. Again, I was struck by the oneness of our Catholic faith. I didn't know this group of people that I joined up with, but because of our common knowledge of the Rosary prayers, I was able to join up with them and pray right alongside them. Even if they had been speaking another language, I would have known what they were praying and I could have followed along in my head. These simple, yet beautiful aspects of our faith allow us to be connected with each other as we travel. Though we didn't make it in time for Mass, I was grateful to be able to join my Irish Catholic brothers and sisters in prayer. One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic, Catholic Pilgrims--the four marks of the church Christ founded. Have a blessed Monday!
I have this jar of mustard seeds on a shelf in my music room. It was given to me by my sister and sister-in-law at the baby shower they threw for me when I was pregnant with my son. After the loss of eight babies after my two daughters, I felt completely sunk in sadness. Yet, my husband and I held on to a mustard-seed-sized bit of faith that one day we would be blessed with one more child. My son is twelve now and I still keep this jar to remind me that no matter how bleak things seem, no matter how inadequate I think I am, no matter how far away God may feel, and no matter how impossible the ask, if I just hold on to a bit of faith and trust that God will see me through, He will. Jesus tells us today in our Gospel reading, “The mustard seed is the smallest of all seeds, when full grown it is the largest of all plants." Matthew 13 Even the smallest bit of faith can blossom into amazing things, Catholic Pilgrims. Don't ever let despair be an option. Have a blessed Monday.
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