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I’ve been teaching my son how to play the piano and he’s been pretty lazy in practicing. So, I asked him yesterday, “Do you want to learn to play an instrument?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, if you do, you know you have to practice. So, why haven’t you been doing that?”
It took him awhile and then he said, “Well, the songs you play are more interesting. Mine are boring.”
I said back, “Well, it’s good you don’t want to be stuck playing these songs forever, because, you’re right, they are boring. But, you have to get a foundation and then build off of that. If you tried to start with the music I play, you’d never get anywhere because it would overwhelm you. I’m glad you want to get to that point, but giving up will never get you there.”
As young children, we hopefully get our foundational understanding of the faith through our parents and CCD or Sunday School. It’s always basic level stuff, which is good and right.
But, then, as we age, so many stay stuck in that basic, foundational mode and, quite frankly, it gets boring. Consequently, it gets laid aside and more shiny things come in to take its place. We can’t stay with just “Father Abraham, had many sons, many sons had Father Abraham…” forever.
When I first converted, I decided to jump right in and read the Summa. It was a laughable experience, because I lacked the in-between knowledge from Noah and the rainbow to the Summa. It was like my son wanting to go from playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb” to “Minuet in G Major” by Bach.
But instead of just giving up, I realized I needed the in-between and so I took like 100 steps back and started to build a better understanding of my faith. Each year, I strive to add to my knowledge about God and my faith.
We must continue to want to learn and grow in our faith, Catholic Pilgrims. No one can do it for us, we must desire it ourselves. One wonderful way to enliven your faith is to always be a student of it and desire to know more for love of God.
Have a blessed Wednesday.
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.
Continue ReadingWhen 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.
Continue ReadingHave 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.
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