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It’s a gruesome painting, isn’t it?
I first saw this hanging in Thomas Jefferson’s house and I thought it such a strange painting to have in your home.
The painting symbolizes two things to me.
1. Destruction is what happens when people live for themselves and cannot stand to hear any kind of reprimand.
The thing that pricks the conscience must be exterminated for people who want to remain in their sin.
Herodias could not stand to have John the Baptist tell her that her marriage to Herod was sinful. Because she wanted to live how she wanted to live, she obsessed over ruining his life. The first chance she got, she took it and it was to silence him forever.
Innocence will always be attacked by those that are self-serving and steeped in sin. Why? Because innocence shines a light on their darkness and they don’t want to let it go.
2. This is the reality of a life lived for Christ. Faithful Christians may not suffer the extreme of John the Baptist, but the light of Christ within us will be a problem for those who worship themselves and love their sin.
It’s one thing to sin and hate it, it’s another to sin and love it. When you love it, you seek to destroy anything that tries to remind you of your enslavement to it.
While this isn’t the most uplifting reality about Christianity, it does create a line in the sand. We either live for Christ or we live for the world.
If the world is patting you on the back and leaves you alone, you can be sure that you look more like the world than you do Christ.
So, we must have courage to live like John the Baptist, Catholic Pilgrims.
Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Thursday.
St. John the Baptist, 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!
Continue ReadingAs 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.
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