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Oh, this book. I have a thousand thoughts swimming around in my head about it.
First, let me say, I am glad I read this book. It’s not necessarily a feel good book and I spent most of the book a tad depressed. Yet, the story telling is excellent.
This is a story set in 1930s Mexico during the Catholic persecutions which gave rise to the Cristeros.
The story follows a “whisky priest” (you never know his name) as he tries to evade authorities. He’s such an interesting character because he isn’t a good man or priest, but he isn’t evil either. He’s a priest that has given himself over to vice (he drinks and has a child), yet you don’t dislike him.
He’s a bad priest and he knows it; he knows he’s unworthy to hear confessions and hold Mass and, yet, something in him hangs on to his calling.
Graham Greene the author was Catholic and he was not, I mean was not, a good practicing Catholic. He abandoned his wife and struggled with fornication and substance abuse, so I have to believe there is a bit of himself written into the character of the priest. With all that said, he gets the Catholic Faith. He writes it so well—the vice, the virtue, human frailty, redemption, hope, and suffering.
I don’t want to spoil the ending, so I won’t say much more. It is a book I would recommend, but to caution for sensitive souls, there is a scene where the priest is in a tightly-packed dark jail cell and a couple is being scandalous by engaging in sexual acts. It’s not overly depicted, but the author makes it clear what it is happening.
My favorite line from the books is: “He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.”
How true that is, Catholic Pilgrims. May we always keep that at the forefront of our mind.
P.S. I did a bonus episode in my podcast where I read a short story by Graham Greene called “The Hint of an Explanation.” It’s all about the Eucharist. You can listen here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/journeying-with-the-saints/id1602865917?i=1000645856665
This is a picture of the little room I go to nearly everyday for daily Mass on base. For the next two weeks, our chapel is getting new carpet installed and this means we can't have daily Mass in here. Side note: Yes, our entire chapel has carpet. It's base life, just roll with it. 😅 Anyway, on Sunday, Father had a bunch of the men move all our Blessed Sacrament Chapel stuff into a RE classroom so that we could still have daily Mass. Yesterday, my son and I showed up and Father was in the classroom putting the finishing touches on making it look as much like a little chapel as possible. He turned and smiled at me and said, "See, we can make this work!" He had lit the candles, brought in the statues, the altar was all ready and prepared, our chairs with kneelers were in place, and our holy water font was by the door. The only thing we couldn't bring in was the Tabernacle because it's bolted to the wall. It was really touching how much care he put in to making our temporary space feel like a tiny Catholic chapel. As Father was sitting there before Mass praying, I thought to myself, "There is only one man on this base out of thousands that work here that can give me Jesus in the Eucharist and it's Father Joseph. We can move rooms, change decor, and all that, but without him, I don't get the Eucharist." I was immensely grateful in that moment for Father and for all priests who go the distance to give the faithful the Eucharist. Father could have just cancelled daily Mass until the renovations were completed, but he didn't. He still is showing up to provide this life-giving sacrament. And I can only get it through his hands. No other man on base could provide it for me. They could try, but it would just remain plain 'ole bread. Thank God for the Sacrament of Holy Orders and for the good men who answer that call. We need you, priests. Without you standing in persona Christi, our souls would starve to death. Have a blessed Tuesday.
Continue ReadingWhat if you have an ugly, storied past like me? One that's full of awful sins and very bad decisions? What if you were the type of person who covered it well, or somewhat well? What if most people never knew all the terrible sins you committed? What if you think of yourself as damaged goods, the worst sinner, or beyond help? You may say to me, "No, Amy, you're the Catholic Pilgrim, you're just exaggerating your past. It couldn't be that bad." Well, it really was. Old Amy and Today Amy are like night and day. So, what gives? One thing that big 'ole sinners like to do is find some twisted victory in their sins. "Oh, I'm just too bad. Oh, God could never heal me. Oh, I'm beyond repair." There is no trophy for greatest sinner, yet a lot of people compete for it. Too many people want to see themselves as the one person that God couldn't possibly heal. Which is nonsense. Utter nonsense. Your sins don't make you unique or special. You are not bigger than God. So, you have two options: 1. Continue to wallow and lick your wounds forever hoping that your spit eventually will make you feel better. Or 2. Bring it all to Christ and let Him do what He does best--restore, heal, and cleanse. I was only ever beyond repair when I refused to let Christ in. Once I did, and surrendered to Him, trusting in His mercy and love, did things start to turn around. It didn't happen overnight and it was painful to be sure. I know now that everyday I need God to help me and give me the graces to keep moving in the right direction, which is towards Him. We all need Him, Catholic Pilgrims. Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Monday.
Continue Reading"The land of Zebulun and land of Naphtali, the way to the sea..." One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone says to me, "Yeah, but we all believe in Jesus so that's the most important thing." This is usually said by a Protestant and as a former Protestant, it just irritates me to no end. While it is important to believe in Jesus, it is, also, of upmost importance that we follow what He wants and He most certainly does not want fractures in Christianity. He prayed that we all might be one, not divided up in different denominations all claiming that the Holy Spirit has led them to the truth. I would categorize it as blasphemy to claim that the Holy Spirit gives different truths to different people. It's silly but if you ask Alexa who founded the Catholic Church, she says, "Jesus Christ" If you ask her about Protestant denominations, she'll list off their human founders: Martin Luther, John Calvin, John Wesley, etc. This is exactly what St. Paul warns against in our second reading today from 1 Corinthians 1:10-13, 17. "I urge you, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree in what you say, and that there be no divisions among you. It has be reported to e about you, that there are rivalries among you. Each of you saying, 'I belong to Paul,' or 'I belong to Apollos,' or 'I belong to Cephas.' Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you?" No, Christ never, ever intended us to be divided. He wanted us to be one, belonging to the Church He founded on Peter that was to last to the end of time. All these divisions are the result of pride and pride alone. "I know better," said the founder of each split off that you see as you drive around and move through life. The claim is: "The Holy Spirit has shown me the right way." Except the Holy Spirit is not in the business of giving different truths to different people. He is God and therefore that is impossible. Christ gave the keys to Peter and said "on this rock I will build my church" and He promised that the "gates of Hell will not prevail." Members of the Catholic Church are not perfect, Catholic Pilgrims, but that Founder of our Church is and that's what has held it for nearly 2000 years. This is nothing to feel prode over, but instead humble gratitude. Have a blessed Sunday. *Picture is of the Sea of Galilee
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