New York

I have felt many strong thoughts regarding the abortion law recently passed in NY. I’ve asked for the intercession of our patron of the Americas and our only pregnant apparition, Our Lady Of Guadalupe, as a desperate plea for these Holy Innocents. 

My thoughts though, keep going back to the Creator and His children.  The suffering of the aborted babies absolutely, but they are with Jesus. What about the other souls?

I think about the lost ones, signing their names, wielding surgical instruments, and raising this cause of death.  

I think about the pain of losing even one of my children for an eternity.  

I think of our Savior sacrificed on a cross, and His words…”Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

I think we need to help our Father save His children…all of them.

Note: The writing of this didn’t come easy. It is a difficult realization as a citizen of the USA that we have come to this. May the Creator have mercy on us, and on the whole world

You Shall Be Called My Delight

When my son was little, someone observed, “You never take your hands off of him”.  I suppose it was true.  I was always holding him, hugging him. Planting a kiss on his cheek, rustling the hair on his head, rubbing his back, or he was sitting on my lap.  I wanted him to be assured of my presence and affection.

This comment came to me this Sunday as I heard the lector read, from Isaiah at Mass.  

You shall be called “My Delight, “and your land “Espoused.”

For the LORD delights in you, and makes your land his spouse.

I thought, How our Father must touch His “delight.”  When I was reaching for my son, it was so natural and subconscious.  It was ordinary moments, he might just be standing next to me, and I would squeeze his arm, or hold his hand.  When I was young, I would have playful moments in the wind, imagining God touching me with the wind. I wonder though how He communicates His touch to me today.  How does He tangibly manifest His delight. I think the Sacraments are an easy answer, but where are His Spontaneous touches?   The wind? Prayer? Adoration? An inspiration of a friend in a note, an invitation, a comment? An awareness of His presence within, or in nature? Being moved and filled with joy? An epiphany?  

My son often didn’t even notice my touch, but it was pretty cool, when he did, and rewarded me with a smile.  So today, I’m going to work on noticing, and smile.

Inspiring Thoughts

This is the definition of sin: the misuse of powers given us by God for doing good, a use contrary to God’s commandments. On the other hand, the virtue that God asks of us is the use of the same powers based on good conscience, in accordance with God’s plan.

St Basil the Great

Is It So Ordinary?

I watched the small child in front of me snuggle in.  She was being held by her father, her arms tenderly wrapped around his shoulder.  Her head rested lovingly there, and she was perfectly content, secure, without a care.  She watched everything around her, as though it was outside of herself, because she was in her daddy’s embrace, and the world couldn’t harm her.  He loved her, protected her, she was his, and submitted to complete trust.  It is an ordinary site…but is it?… read it again…you are the child in your Father’s arms…Is it so ordinary?

At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me.

Mt 18:1-5

Gifts

“A flower machine that makes flowers that let you fly.”

Throughout Mass, I saw her intently drawing pictures, as ideas popped into her head.  She offered her older, praying brother one, but he brushed her off, pushing her masterpiece away.  As I was kneeling there, I held my hand out to her disappointed little face, and nodded my head at her artwork.  As she understood that I would like her rejected creation so dutifully crafted, a big smile covered her 3-4 year old face.  She graced me with a picture, and then my face was smiling too.  We instantly became friends, connected through her gift to me.

I learned that she was very generous with her pictures, and their family’s home had drawings all over it.  She had so much to give, but what was new to me, was just one of many to those close to her.

This made me think. How much of God’s creation has become commonplace, and do I reject grace, because it is commonplace.  Born in the United States of America, I have always known freedom, shelter, food and water, and relative safety.  I have many gifts that I admittedly take for granted.  I wonder though if there are “pictures” that I’m missing, or quite possibly rejecting from God.  Am I pushing away grace, because I’m busy with something else…even something seemingly good?  Do I miss God’s little nudges, because pridefully I’m looking for something of my own design, or perhaps bigger?  Do I ask for Grace, but not accept or recognize what the Creator is holding out to me, because it’s simple? Am I a “Grace” snob?