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Yesterday, my family went to the movies to watch “You Gotta Believe.” It’s a baseball movie based off a true story.
One of the coaches of the team comes down with brain cancer and it’s serious. He has to step back from coaching while he does chemo.
At one point in the story, this coach’s son, devastated that his father isn’t getting better, runs out on the ballfield at night and yells out to the sky, “I hate you! I hate you!”
That was enough to make the tears flow hot on my face because I once did just about the same thing, except it was a football field and I was 17.
After my night on the football field, I went on to “wrestle with God,” much like Jacob in the Bible for years.
Yesterday, after I got home from the movie, I read a comment on my post from the other day that was wildly misunderstood. So many people missed the point of my post on burdensome rules.
Anyway, a woman, still missing the point, commented that respecting Christ in the Eucharist means that we dress up for church and women cover their heads. Boom. End of discussion.
Part of me wanted to defend my deep love of Christ, but the Holy Spirit kept saying, “Stay. Just stay. Don’t do it.”
While I was standing there at the stove with tears in my eyes, I asked, “Why not? Why not let me defend my love for You?”
What I heard was, “Because for some, it will never be enough what you do. Let me handle it. I know your heart.”
I realized how true that is. Because we humans are always trying to one up each other and prove we are better, sometimes, it will never be enough for many.
I have been to the depths with God and fought my way back to a relationship that I never thought possible after that night on the football field. Nobody but God truly understands my love and respect and nobody ever will.
There are a million and one ways, Catholic Pilgrims, that we can practice our Faith. And even if we did all those ways, there would still be someone who comes along and says, “Not enough.”
Of course with God, we can never give Him enough, but the only one we need to prove anything to is Him. He knows our hearts and His understanding of our hearts is all that really matters.
Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Tuesday.
*Picture is from the synagogue in Capernaum from our Gospel reading today.
Converts to Catholicism often get praised for being more on fire than most cradle Catholics and maybe that's true in some ways. But, it's cradle Catholics that have held the line and kept the Faith enduring throughout the millennia and for that, I am grateful. Because my husband's grandmother was such a strong cradle Catholic, she passed knowledge on to my husband that he didn't even fully comprehend when he was young. As he grew older, he understood more and the witness of his grandparent's faith held him to Catholicism. During college, he became lukewarm and barely practiced his faith. But, once we got married, he was firm in his resolve to remain Catholic even when I came at him with all my Protestant arguments and snippy questions and accusations. While my attack may have awoken him from his stupor, it was his insistence that Catholicism was true and his sound arguments that led me to start researching the history of the Church. It was the sound writings of many cradle Catholics throughout the history of the Church that helped usher me across the Tiber. So, yes, oftentimes, converts to Catholicism are on fire, but it's only because we know the difference of going without. But, even cradle Catholics have to have a conversion where they fully accept the Faith that was given to them by their parents. In the end, we help each other, but I'm extremely grateful for the long line of cradle Catholics that came before my husband that passed on the Faith to his grandmother and she to her daughter and then to Dustin. May none of us--converts or cradles--ever take what we have in the treasury of the Catholic Church given to us by Jesus Christ for granted. Live the faith boldly and travel well this Monday.
Continue ReadingI'll never understand why over the centuries, people have tried to predict the Second Coming of Christ. I, also, can't understand why anyone believes them. Jesus tells us that people will "come in my name" foretelling the date, but "do not follow them." Jesus is so crystal clear on this matter that there really isn't any possibility to interpret His words any other way and, yet... To be very honest, I don't think much about when the Second Coming is happening, other than a desire to be prepared when it does. I don't look around at wars, famine, natural disasters, and plagues and jump to the conclusion that the end times are upon us. The reason I don't is because there has never been a time when those things weren't upon us. So why, if Jesus is so clear that no one knows the date or time, do people try to predict? And why do people believe them? It's never once panned out. A couple reasons for brevity sake. 1. Some people enjoy the power of collecting people to them with a message that causes fear. What we are seeing is an ego on display that has gone off the rails. In all the times that we've had wrong predictions, has the person who claimed the date ever come out and apologized for being wrong and working people into a frenzy? Not to my knowledge. 2. Many people are easily duped because they stop thinking rationally, critically, and intelligently. As Catholics, we have an intelligent religion, and we need to be intelligent, thoughtful, reasonable people. We can't be more quick to follow what man says over what Jesus or His Church says. Always be mindful of what Jesus says and, if struggling for the interpretation, what the Church says is the correct interpretation. Above all, Catholic Pilgrims, just be ready for the Second Coming whenever it occurs. If you are ready, then you have nothing to fear. Have a blessed Sunday. *Picture is from the Hagia Sophia
Continue ReadingAfter reading the letters of St. Frances Cabrini for Season Five of my "Journeying with the Saints" podcast, my admiration for the woman grew a hundredfold. When you dive in intimately to someone's thoughts, you start to understand who they were/are and get a sense for their personality. When we read the works of the Saints, they become more than just faces on prayer cards. They truly do become friends. The three biggest things I learned from her are: Obedience--If you aren't obedient to Christ and His Church, you are just playing around with the label Christian. Mother Cabrini wanted to go to the east to serve as a missionary, but Pope Leo XIII needed her in the west. She didn't throw a fit or ignore the pope. No, she went where she was most needed. And, she didn't go to the west and do a half-hearted job even though it wasn't her immediate desire. She went and gave her all. Perseverance--She never gave up. In fact, she didn't trust a mission calling if it wasn't "sealed with a cross." She knew if it was sealed with a cross then Jesus approved. This is so contrary to our thinking today where we will only engage in something if the road is smooth and clear. Mother Cabrini travelled over the ocean numerous times, climbed through the Andes, built hospitals, schools, and orphanages when it seemed impossible to do so, all while not feeling the best. Charity--She poured herself out so completely for others all for love of God. She didn't spend time sitting around thinking only of herself, but always looked for the next opportunity to give, which is why we know her. Inwardly focused people don't light the world on fire with love. She truly was a remarkable woman and I'm so thankful that I got to know her and come to love her. Today is her feast day and I will put the introductory episode for Season Five in the comments if you are interested. You can find my podcast pretty much anywhere you listen to podcasts. Have a blessed day, Catholic Pilgrims. St. Frances Cabrini, pray for us!
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