Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Teapot calling the Kettle Black

It has taken me all day to realize my own pridefulness in a seemingly simple situation.  I was so upset, I didn't really hear anything said to me for an hour while I tried not to cry. I wasn't successful, but at least I didn't cry in front of the judgy people.
Which brings me to my point, people are always looking to judge.  The people who go around saying everyone should be nice are the most judgmental.  It's really kind of sad.
Here's what I did: I prayed that God would smite them.
Just kidding!! But smite is a good word. The first thing I did was attend Sunday mass on this wonderful Pentacost feast. I tried to listen to what the priest was saying. Then I prayed for my enemies known and unknown that they might know the mercy and love of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Even then, in my prideful anger I still could not surrender to the trust and love of Jesus. But after some time, it finally came to me that I am the cause of my own demise.
I guess the people who are so judgmental will always be that way. I don't know if I believe people can change, but I do believe the Holy Ghost can move hearts in the right direction. I am glad I was able to get somewhere with that lesson today. I may learn more tomorrow, for the Spirit is an abundant teacher.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017


God rises in my soul each day in my first waking thoughts. Sometimes it's because I love Him and most times it's because I am asking for His divine mercy because of my faults.  Either way, I walk a road near to Him because He had called me to it.
I guess technically I graduated from a Catholic university, but not many people at my university knew what being Catholic truly meant.  Still I merged as a practicing Catholic ready to heal the world.
I found instead that Christ would wound my heart in various ways with each cut healing over making the organ seal upon itself growing outward.
I am glad not to many read my thoughts here because I tell the whole truth about my love for Jesus and the way in which He calls me.  I find it doesn't hurt as much when people judge or hate me. I am more ready to pray for those souls most in need of prayer. Those souls that lash out at their fellow sinners, are longing to be loved, are longing to not be pushed away, are longing to be alone no more.
Let the Creator rise, rise, rise in your being. Let Him enter in the darkness. Let His radiance illuminate the shadowed places of your heart. For Christ has won.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Death by Sunday Brioche or Love beyond the Food

Lent has come to an end this year again with the celebration of Easter.  I love Easter but I always seem to be terrible at practicing Lenten observances.  In order to counter act the bad practices I have and give glory to God, I am going to try to upgrade my Catholicism to fasting from meat on all Fridays.  If I can remember what day it is, I hope to repent for all the other times I have forgotten about abstaining on Fridays during Lent.
The thing that is really cool though is that Christ loves me even though I forget.  It's really not about the meat so much as the grace He wants to pour out on those that seek to follow his will.  Abstaining and offering a small sacrifice conjoined with the cross is an act of our free will to love Him in return.
Our Lord has poured upon me so many graces.  May I not forget or abuse them in anyway.