As you may have noticed, I haven’t been writing much this week. Or maybe you noticed that I didn’t read much. I have reasons. I finally got checked out and have been diagnosed with costochondritis. Relax peeps. It’s just inflammation of the cartilage between the ribs. Of course, this is right over my heart so there was some initial concern. The stress experienced at work along with some exercise that I’d just started, created the perfect storm for this. So a couple of EKGs, a heart monitor, bloodwork and some forced relaxation on my part, I should be ok. In the meantime, I wanted you to know why it’s been a little quiet here. I also wanted to be sure I thanked Em, Tiffany and S for their prayers during this crazy week.
So here’s what I think. The more that I pray, the more I get involved in the church and the more that I ask for the intercession of Mary and all the other saints (St. Monica, St. Joan of Arc and St. Maximilian Kolbe, I’m looking at you all), the more “stuff” happens. You know, to try and derail or otherwise dilute my focus. My answer to that? I pray the rosary more than once a day, break out my spiritual warfare prayers and I always, always smile and everyone I meet, or see, walk past and even ask for directions from. I may be the only Bible some people read and I want to be a good translation. Hence the image of St. Michael the Archangel this week. Do you pray his prayer after your rosary? I do. I feel like it tightens the lasso of protection and faith with an impenetrable knot around my heart and soul. That’s what the rosary is to me anyway, a lasso, and I whip that around me daily! So, say it with me:
This weekend, I will be speaking to my parish at 10AM mass, inviting them to RCIA where I will be intercessory prayer coordinator and general social butterfly. Keeping things with an element of funny for sure. In the meantime, here’s a preview for my fav peeps (that’s you). Sorry it’s old hat to you, Tiffany and S. I sent it to them to read and edit. Now, S, as always, noted that I should change all the Him’s to God because people in the pews can’t tell the difference between a small h and a big H. And there is a HUGE difference as we know. This is my second year doing this kind of talk. Here’s my first one.
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Good morning. I would like to thank you for this opportunity to speak with you and share another part of my faith journey. I say “part” because I feel the more I learn, the easier it is to see the journey that led me to Christ.
I would like you to meet a young girl. This girl, about 10 years old was very precocious and curious. If she wanted to learn something she would do it on her own. She lived with her mother and two brothers. Her mother was not religious but baptized her in the Catholic church as a baby. She had this flicker of faith and God’s grace through baptism when she decided to find God. She dressed up every Sunday morning in white. White lace skirt, white blouse, white pantyhose and shoes. Every weekend. Why white? She felt He wanted her in white. She went to every faith denomination by herself mostly, but sometimes with a friend of that church. You see, This little girl had an alcoholic father who wasn’t around much. True to her do-it-yourself nature, she went to find a father who wanted her as much as she needed one. That need, that hunger to find one, a father, the Father was what kept her going week to week. This went on for a while and she received no encouragement from her mother, no scorn, or withholding – just…nothing. Which sometimes, is worse. Isn’t it? She stopped looking for lack of encouragement, but she held on to that little flicker of faith. She held it close to her heart. Quiet and close. She didn’t know when it would rise up into a great flame, but she protected it as she grew older, in college and as a woman, now, married and with children of her own. That woman came into the Faith on Easter Vigil 2012 and has never felt more loved.
You’ve probably guessed by now that that little girl was me. I always wondered if I’d held on just one more weekend, one more Sunday, I would have found the Catholic Church. Him. Don’t let another Sunday pass you by. Don’t wonder. Don’t let someone miss out on the beauty of the faith for lack of encouragement from you. As Catholic Christians we are called to share our faith. That means mustering up some courage and asking those who have fallen away from the faith, those who were never baptized, those who have questions or those who want a deeper understanding of the faith, those seeking full communion in the faith, or even someone like me who did not receive all their sacraments. I think I’ve covered everyone and anyone in that list.
We, I, strongly encourage you to “Come and See”. Pray. Pray and then invite your spouse, friend, neighbor, parent or family member. They will thank you.
I always say, if people knew what we had here, knew what we get to receive, Him, body and blood, we’d be a packed house every day!
I will be helping out this year and am looking forward to this beautiful pilgrimage with faith seekers and future brothers and sisters starting Monday night, September 9th at 7pm in the multi purpose room at St. Joe’s school.
God Bless You and thank you for being such a wonderful family to me.
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Pray that people respond to it so positively that we are welcoming droves into the Catholic Church for Easter Vigil 2014!