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When we lived in Turkey, my family experienced a 7.0 earthquake that lasted nearly 45 seconds, which in earthquake time is an eternity. It’s long enough to say an “Our Father,” I can tell you that.
Once the shaking stopped, my kids and I ran barefoot out of our building, flying down the 15 floors to the bottom. I’ll never forget the look of relief on our doorman’s face when he saw us safely down. In that brief look, I knew this man, who I had barely talked to because of language barriers, cared about us.
Making our way with my husband’s squadron to higher ground for fear of a tsunami, we ended in a very poor part of town. There we were a bunch of Americans standing among Syrian refugees. The contrast was great. Soon, little Turkish and Syrian boys were coming over to our guys to get a look at their big muscles. When the guys would flex, the boys would all yell, “Ohhhhhh!!!!” with big smiles on their faces and run away, only to return for another look. It was so endearing.
At one point, a very poor mother saw that my kids and I had on no shoes and she was concerned. Through mostly hand gestures, I tried to explain why. Within a few minutes, these destitute people brought shoes for the three of us. Shoes off their own feet. It was one of the most tragically beautiful moments of my life.
I loved living in Turkey, it was an amazing experience that changed me in a lot of ways. I grew to love a people very different from me in culture and custom, but so generous in their attention, gifts, and friendship.
My heart has been crushed over this earthquake that happened in Turkey and Syria. Nearly ten times worse than the one my family experienced there, and much more devastating.
Please pray, Catholic Pilgrims, for more survivors to be found. I know time is running out, but maybe there is still reason to hope. And if you can give, please do to a reputable group. A group of them once blessed me with literally the shoes off their feet, I feel most desperate to give back.
Türkiye ve Suriye için dualar.
*Picture is of the ancient city of Teos in Turkey.
When I was a young girl, I often thought, "Gosh, the Apostles were so lucky. They got to see Jesus face-to-face. They got to be in His actual presence. The rest of us just have to wait to get to Heaven." Now, of course, you can speak with Christ in prayer. You can read the Word of God and come to understand Him better. These things are incredibly important and fruitful. But, as a Protestant growing up, I didn't have an earthly clue about the Eucharist. I just had my grape juice and TicTac-sized piece of bread and we symbolically remembered Jesus at the Last Supper. It took a very long minute (read years) for me to come to understand the Catholic Church's teaching on the Eucharist. Once I had my *click* moment, I knew that I had to become Catholic. Something else I realized is that after the Ascension, Jesus didn't just ascend up into the clouds and leave us lonely. I didn't have to think that the Apostles were the only lucky ones. I could now make more sense of Jesus' words at the Great Commission right before He ascends in Heaven. "Behold, I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:20 Yes, He is with us spiritually in prayer. Yes, we can read the Bible. And yes, He is still with us always on our altars in the Eucharist, fully present in Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity. He may not look human in form, but He is offered to us to receive Him, thereby, taking Him into our bodies to become more like Him. God's ways are not our ways. I'm so grateful that, yes, Jesus is still physically present to us 21st century Christians in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. Have a blessed Seventh Sunday of Easter, Catholic Pilgrims. *Ascension by Francisco Camilo (1651)
Continue ReadingOne early morning in Izmir, Turkey, I walked through a street that looks very much like this. I was on my way to turn in my residency paperwork, so that I could stay legally in the country while my husband was stationed there for a year. I remember thinking, "This is so crazy. I am walking on this street, in a foreign city, on old roads, far from my country and nobody really knows where I am. I would never in a million years ever thought I would be here." I thought something similar when I laid my head down on the stone in Jesus' tomb. I thought, "How did I come to be here?" Then, I closed my eyes and just let my face rest for one blessed minute on the spot where my Lord had lain . When I was younger, the path for my life did not include these experiences. I thought I'd marry a good Kansas guy and settle there for the rest of my life. But, instead, I married a military man and eventually wound up living in Turkey for a bit. When I was younger, I thought I'd always be Protestant, but I became Catholic and started this page, which led to me being asked to go on pilgrimage to the Holy Land, which led me to going inside the tomb where Jesus rose from the dead. People worry all the time about finding that one perfect path that God has planned for them. Many fear that there is only one door to walk through and if they miss that door...too bad. This is not true. We don't need to fear that God has lined up a large line of doors and we just have to make the right choice or we've missed the boat. We just need to start walking. We need to have a plan and goals in mind, but as we walk, if doors close or don't open, we pivot and move towards what is working. Then, we pivot again or we keep trying or we change our focus. Through all this, God can work with us. He is not constrained to only being able to bless our lives if we walk through this imagined perfect door. It's not as if He says, "Man! She missed that door! Well, it's all over now, I can't help her anymore." That's why it's so important to live the faith boldly and travel well on our pilgrimage through life, trusting that God didn't pigeon-hole us into only what our limited human minds can dream up. Have a blessed Thursday, Catholic Pilgrims.
Continue ReadingHello to Wednesday and welcome to this week's small-town church-- St. Mary Star of the Sea Catholic Church. This quaint little church is located on the peninsula that houses Fort Monroe in Virginia. My family has been stationed twice in Virginia--once in Charlottesville, once in the DC area. I've loved both times, though, Charlottesville is about as good as it gets for mid-sized towns for me. It was crazy hard to move from there. During our time in Charlottesville, my husband had to take a 2-month long class at the Naval Station in Norfolk. The Naval Station is directly south across the James River from this church. Some weekends, my kids and I would go over to visit my husband. I can't believe we never hit up this church. An interesting fact about this church is that it is "the only diocesan church in the nation located on a military installation." This must be why it's pretty and doesn't look like a military building like all the ones I'm used to. Lol. From the church's website: "Rev. John McGill, Third Bishop of Richmond, and Col. Rene E. De Russy, representing the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, signed an agreement, dated June 6, 1860, that, with permission granted by President Abraham Lincoln, authorized the construction of a Catholic church on Fort Monroe. The government would retain ownership of the land, but the Diocese would own the church and rectory buildings. After spending a lot of time in the Norfolk, Williamsburg, Newport News, and Virginia Beach when my daughters were in gymnastics, I can tell you that there is a heap-ton of things to see and do in this area. I'm not kidding or exaggerating even in the slightest when I say that the Norfolk Botanical Gardens are THE best I've ever been to anywhere in the world. And...they aren't far from this church. So, Catholic Pilgrims, if ever you find yourself touring the battlefield of Yorktown, climbing to the top of the many lighthouses in the area (I climbed Fort Henry lighthouse while very pregnant with my son) or dining on the waterfront district in Hampton, think about going to Mass at St. Mary Star of the Sea Catholic Church. Live the Faith boldly and travel well.
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