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Something I’ve realized through this Harrison Butker ordeal is a fundamental misunderstanding of Catholic lingo, even by Catholics.
In our world today, vocation and career are often used interchangeably and because they are it causes confusion.
Not that I think me explaining the difference will help those who 1. Have been conditioned to be offended and 2. Those who just want to be offended, but, for fun and learning purposes, let’s dive into the difference.
For the Catholic Church, vocations are a state of life. There are only three: the married life, the consecrated religious life, and the single life.
Within your vocation, you live out your career or trade. For example, my husband obviously is a military man (his career), but his vocation is the married life.
My oldest daughter is currently in the state of the single life and her job is a Focus Missionary. She doesn’t feel called to always remain in the single life, but that’s her current state and the Church calls her to live it out well.
Some priests throughout history have been scientists (a job) while living out the state of life as a religious.
There are no other vocations as understood by the Catholic Church. And usually, once you get into the vocation you are called to, you feel like your life starts. This is not to say that your life was meaningless or had no value before, it’s just that you feel most alive.
My daughter told me a story that a priest gave in a homily recently. He was telling a group of teens that when he was a teen he had a girlfriend that he cared a lot about and she was his best friend. His friends convinced him to break up with her so he could date a girl in an upper class and he did, but his life was all off and he could see the sadness in his ex-girlfriend’s eyes.
Once he became a priest, she came up to him, looked him in the eyes and sweetly said, “There you are.” Meaning, she now saw him fully alive in his vocation as priest.
We can live out a career within our vocation, Catholic Pilgrims, but what Harrison Butker was trying to emphasize is that no matter your career in the married life, family comes first and taking care of them will be the most rewarding.
Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Tuesday.
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.
Continue ReadingWe 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!
Continue ReadingI 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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