Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Back in the Saddle

Returning to where I began, at my Lenten blog.  I stopped writing for a while to try to re-focus myself.  Apparently doing things in the fashion I have been doing them does not promote creativity.  But with a couple of big events behind me and with a need to delve into the spirit of  Lent, I find I am longing for Lent Thing.  Please join me in the Spirit of renewal.

http://ltr-agapemessages.blogspot.com/


 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

What if God was One of Us video



My daughter Meg made this video for a Confirmation retreat that I had this past weekend.  I love this song and have always wanted to use it in this capacity but she made it even more real and even more urgent.  Almost all the images are from the past couple of years.  Is there an image that stands out to you, let me know?

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Feast of the Holy Family

I crashed after Christmas and said I could sleep for a week.  My body took me seriously and has here and there, whether reading a book or watching tv, (both things I have not had much time to do) has fallen asleep. 

This fall, I completed a degree, began running a Jr./ Sr. high program at my parish, began facilitating an extension program for Loyola in N.O. and continued to sub at the school.  My children played tennis, danced, acted, worked in productions, played instruments and concerts and  went to religion and were basically busy girls.  My husband went back to work in a position where he had to learn from scratch and is working very long days.  My car was falling apart, my phone not working, my house a disgusting mess but except for the last two weeks everyone ate healthily.  Laundry was not always done and sometimes socks didn't match.

In the midst of this mayhem, I noticed some things.  My first thing is that my kids are really good people.  They have their moments like all kids, but they are really good people.  Carrying pretty hefty schedules of their own, they would stop when I needed them to and help me with my math course.  They have spent much of the year not asking for much, they are not typical of their age.  They really get that the world is bigger than their sphere.  I am looking forward to seeing what the next 10 years brings.  But not yet.  The other thing that I was reminded of was how much my husband loves me.  What a good person he is.  How he will do anything to help me, to lighten my load and to keep me smiling.  The other thing was how blessed I am with the family and friends that I have had most of my life.  I was all but missing in action these past 3 months...but they are always ready to embrace  me again. 

On this feast of the Holy Family, I look to my family in their holiness.  I give thanks to the witness that they provide of an active and loving God.  I remember the words of encouragement that we share, the prayers we say together and the fun we always have.  I remember that when we are angry or short-tempered with each other that it too is another form of love, a love that is confident that it is real and so can be what it is at all times. 

I give thanks for the first Holy Family who remains an example of faith and acceptance for me.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Looking For Prayers

I am going over a hurdle in a very Ignatian way.   I think it will go well but any prayers you can spare would be appreciated.  Pretty soon I will be back! 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Star

Yesterday on Pray As you go the question was; "Can I place all of my hope, all of my trust and all of my faith in God?" 

An image came to me of  sitting in the window of my childhood home. I was about 10 years old.  My bedroom had a bay window, (it was a great house and one of the reasons that I know God provides) and I remembered sitting on my chest of drawers as I often did, staring out the window.  I was staring in earnest.  It was Christmas Eve of a very poor Christmas year and I was looking for the star. After awhile of staring at the sky, I spotted it, and contentedly went to sleep.  All the rest was anti-climatic, I was asking God if the story was real and in my child's mind, I received my answer in the form of a star that spoke to me.

An interest in Astronomy never changed the answer I felt in my heart that night.

I have, as long as I can remember, placed all of my hope, trust and faith in God.  I have had God as my anchor in the midst of chaos.  Moreover, God has always had me.  In that star, I sensed that God wanted me to know that God had me. 

Some people will read this as fluff and that is okay since we often disregard other people's experiences of the divine but it is anything but fluff.  It is the fuel that has driven me to stay faithful and to believe in the promise of Christ coming.  Christ here.  God with us.  Emmanuel.

The question is an important checkpoint this Advent.  I invite you to join me in asking it often.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Starting Over

I love Monday's when we are in a normal rhythm which means, I don't have to go into work unless I want to.  Then, I am able to go when I want to.  It is a good thing.  But I also like it because generally we are all up and ready for our work week.  Not so much with bright shining faces, after all, I do have teenagers, but we are up.  The house is usually a mess of sorts despite a cleaning on Saturday.  So I am generally in a good frame of mind to make sense of my world on a Monday.

This morning, I woke up with another feeling to start over.  I think that is what Monday means to me; to start over.  There is hope that I can make some progress in whatever I am working on.  So too with Advent. Perhaps in this season, I can make some progress in what I am working on.  Perhaps I can get a little deeper into the mystery of my faith.  Where Lent calls me to penance, Advent calls me to believe.  It whispers, ever so quietly with the lighting of a candle, to focus on what it may be that keeps me from a deeper and more authentic relationship with Christ. 

In a season rife with distraction the candle focuses me on what is real in my world; light.  Or, more plainly, the Light of the World.  There in the symbol of light is the relationship that waits for me to be willing and ready.  But I have to be willing to focus.

 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

First Sunday of Advent



Light the candle of Hope in someone's life.  By your presence may they feel the presence of Christ. May they know the joy of a promise kept...God always keeps his promises.

Here is a local priests website, I think you may enjoy it. 

www.fatherweber.com
 

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

November Service

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This past weekend my Jr./Sr. High group completed it's November service project which was a winter wear drive for the Refugee Center in Utica.  I know I have mentioned on here that the Refugee Center is a 2nd stop on the way to settlement for Refugees.  Some people stay here and some go, but initially this is where they are until that decision is made. 

Many of the families that we are getting now are from the countries whose conflicts have driven them out.  Burma and Somalia are the most recent.  These people arrive with nothing or at most, very little.  They arrive to a climate dramatically different than what they have lived in their whole lives.  For example, this week our low temperature was zero.  Winter has come early to CNY and it feels more like January than November.  So this coat drive, which a teacher suggested, was timely. 

In the end, we collected over 350 articles of clothing.  The lesson for the kids was to remember that we are here to serve and that we need to look at people who are in dire circumstances as people and not just images.  That scratchy wool will touch someone's skin...those gloves will protect someone's hands.  Remember the person with a mind of hospitality which means; if it is ripped, dirty or too worn do not send it.

The kids did wonderfully, really examining items.  I took 3 large bags of coats to launder and they were right, they needed cleaning. One thing I asked was that they take a moment as they were holding the item and maybe say a prayer or a blessing.  I don't know who did, but I have a suspicion some did.  For the first weeks group I showed this video as part of the prayer.


 
My goal is for these kids to understand that they can make the difference.  No one has to start an organization to make that difference it can happen just by seeing our newest members in our community and welcoming them we can ease the stress of the situation.  That in doing so we are keeping the greatest commandments of loving God and loving our neighbor as we love ourselves. 
 
Already the coats have been put to use.  Imagine a simple thing like gloves to work in, or a coat that is your size and your gender. If we looked at each other with dignity as we are called to do, imagine how the world would change.
 
In Pope Francis's recent encyclical we are called to just such a place of conversion.  We are called to dwell in the Gospels which calls for changes in structure.  I am hoping that this next generation will be the ones who see the injustice and don't look away opted instead for the third house with a pool and six cars.  I am hoping that this is the generation that allows compassion to win over the hearts of the greedy. 
 
We start small; a message, a wave and some warm gloves.  Peace is what will really trickle down in the end.
 

Friday, November 22, 2013

Alleluia Is The Highest Praise

 
One of the best prayer sessions I have ever witnessed.  The Holy Ghost is all around. Enjoy this gift.
 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Diane

One of the things I enjoy most is calling attention to people who don't call attention to themselves.  They are loathe to suggest that they have any skills or dedication that should be brought to the light.  But for several years, I have been toying with the idea of writing about these people.  The ones who inspire me, intrigue me and humble me.  In a culture of self-promotion they are the people who keep the clocks running, keep the meals coming and keep us on mission but that no one ever really knows about.  There is no false humility, there is a genuine understanding of the task at hand.  There is a clear denial of self that requires no one to notice what is being done in the name of service. So begins this series.

"Christ has no body now but yours.  No hands, no feet on earth but yours.  Yours are the eyes through which he looks, compassion on this world, Christ has no body now on earth, but yours."  St. Theresa's Prayer by John Michael Talbot


Diane is the housekeeper at our parish.  Aside from serving in the capacity of housekeeper, (which means cooking, cleaning and caring for the pastors and anyone else living there) Diane has volunteered to coordinate the Hope House meal every third Sunday for the past 21 years.  She has actually volunteered with the organization longer.  That means, getting volunteers, making a menu, shopping, cooking, serving and cleaning.  It is a long process.  She has done this, almost sight unseen for 21 years every 3rd Sunday of every month which equals 6,237 times.  But she doesn't just throw soup together.  She puts so much into it that the feeling is that she is serving family.  She doesn't seem to have the mindset of doing anyone a favor as much as showing love to those who may feel unloved. 

This past Sunday, my group of kids were doing a service project in the parish center.  I kept smelling something delicious.  I couldn't figure out where it was coming from until finally one of the people with me found chicken baking in the oven.  A couple minutes later, Diane came in with a volunteer and checked on it. It smelled gourmet. 

We were told that Diane has recently decided that she needed to step away from this ministry.  It has become too much for her, which I think after 21 years is fair.  :)   But now the challenge is to find someone who is as in tune with the idea of service as she is.  To find someone who understands that this meal may be the only way for a person to feel loved and valued.  Someone who understands that  Christ is always present in the breaking of bread.  Someone who understands the sanctity and sacredness of the meal.  It will also be a challenge to find someone with Diane's quiet wisdom.  With her good heart.  This is someone who leads with a smile.  Who listens to stories while handing out sandwiches.  Who knows who is safe and who is not, who is missing and who is not.  Every street person on her watch is noticed.  She is the exact opposite of so many of us who look away because it makes us uncomfortable.  She is a missionary in our parish.  But it is time for her to step away.

There is so much more to say about her but this will suffice for this page.

Please pray that the Holy Spirit will work as it always has for us.  That someone with the same heart will show up to take on this mission and to execute it with such ability.  And pray for Diane for the goodness that she lets into our lives.  For her ability to accept others for themselves.  And for her to enjoy some rest.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

MInd, Body Spirit

Began a challenge.  Wish me luck...I am beginning to feel my oats.  Time to bring my body back around to where my mind and spirit are.  Anyone want to join me?

Monday, November 4, 2013

Credentials

My best friend has been joining me in a bit of my ministry.  This is my dear who goes with me every year to the monastery.  The one who made me get up for 6a Easter Mass.  The one who dutifully sits through hours of saying the rosary because it is her families custom.  She is the one who stays true through  a difficult marriage, through the challenge of raising a child in the light, through being the one that her whole family depends on.  In my most difficult times, she has been the one that I have called on for my strength because she can handle it....not always easily, but she can.  She has the heart of a lion. 

She has been sitting in on one of the classes the past couple of weeks.  I never saw any of this coming.  Me there, her with me. Her with 7th graders. Never. HA!  And we both question if we are qualified.

I noticed through a text she sent that she was really connecting with some of the kids.  She replied, "Yes, this was probably part of your evil plan" to rope her in. I laughed, "I wish I were so smart, I think someone else is in charge of this shindig!"  We are both getting attached.

Ministry for the seriously non-committal is a funny thing.  On the one hand it can appear as shackles for those of us who need freedom, but it also provides freedom to be who we really are.  My friends depth of understanding, wisdom and mostly, humility is her recommendation.  Only God knows just how qualified she is.  She has no training, she hasn't taught a class but she has been trained by life itself.  We both have. It is God's call.  I know her well enough to know that this is God's doing.  A gift for her. 

This is what came to me when I read this morning's quote:  "Our qualification comes from God, who has indeed qualified us as ministers of a new covenant not of letter, but of spirit; for the letter brings death, but the Spirit gives life."

I think sometimes that is how it is.  You are called to do something, you are pressed to show up, you are taken by the hand and asked to trust.  It is hard to resist the insistence of your creator when you were created to do something.  Time and place.  You are created to do something at this time in this place and God knows what.  Trust your creator.  You were created in the love of Jesus Christ.

 

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Prepared

"For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God; it is not from works, so no one may boast.  For we are his handiwork, created in Jesus Christ for the good works that God has prepared in advance, that we should live in them."  Ephesians 2

Long time friends of my blog know that I began with this format.  I used to take a piece of Scripture and relate it to my day.  But, after a couple of years/seasons I grew weary of it and felt like I was calling it in.  I found that Scripture isn't to be "used" as my tool.  Which is what it was becoming and I didn't like the idea.  It was also mostly just too serious.  But this morning, after a break, I woke up to my morning scripture passage and had a revelation that I wanted to share. 
 
 I posted a while back that I was starting a couple of new ministries.  I knew somewhat what I was doing with one of them but the other I was literally thrown into.  No prior experience.  All the people that God has put there for me have been kind and supportive.  But that doesn't change that because I got a late start I am still behind the eight ball.  I have had moments when I have said to God, "I have no earthly idea what you were thinking."  And I swear, in my mind,  I hear him laugh.  It is a little annoying but then I come around to laughing too.

I remember having the same thoughts when I was a new parent, or a new parent of two or a new parent of three.  I had no idea what God was thinking, I mean, does God even  know me???  I mostly just feel like a disaster.  I feel like I am flying from one task to another, from one person to another, from one job to another.  Somehow it always works out.  I was reminded why in today's passage; "For we are his handiwork, created in Jesus Christ for the good works that God has prepared in advance, that we should live in them." 
 
I sometimes make the mistake of thinking this is all up to me, as if I really have any control over things.   It reminds me that it isn't really a big deal, (unlike parenting).  The reality is, that I might fail in this ministry.  But it is important to remember that better people than me, people with more knowledge, experience and goodness have not always succeeded.  So what.  The grace lies in the effort.  None of it is up to me anyway, God has his own plan.  I may just be the right person for this particular time...but time passes.  So who knows.

What God reassures me through this Scripture is that I am "crafted....created in Jesus Christ"  so if I simply rely on him, all will be well. 

Friday, October 18, 2013

God Will

"Faith isn't just knowing God can, it is trusting that God will"

I heard that quote twice this week which always makes me think I am suppose to pay attention.  I have a faith that "God will" so many things. 

God will take care of me and those I love.

God will provide...whatever we need.

God will listen and accept when we are not our best.

God will heal.

God will strengthen.

God will help us make sense of what is senseless.

God will bring us into a real and trusting relationship with God if we give God time.  Our time.

God will.

God will love you no matter what.

God will want you to have your hearts desires.

God will never leave you alone.

God will get us through.

This past year has been a bit of a nuisance.  I didn't always have patience to wait on God. I got frustrated and angry more than once.  I pouted, stomped my feet and ignored what, in my heart I knew; that  "God will."  But every time, something, someone, somehow God showed God's self to me in the form of concern, compassion, humor, kinship and/or honesty. 

Sometimes, when we are being refined, it is not the best experience. But it is the BEST experience.  If we allow it to simply happen.  When I threw it all up in the air and out of my hands I began to laugh again I knew I had not lost my faith.   Letting it all go, every day, is the only way for me to show that I believe "God will."  But I cannot do it without prayer. I begin my day with it, I end my day with it, and the times in between...it makes all the difference.

"Draw near to God and God will draw near to you"

 

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Awe and Wonder

Last week I went on a field trip with the 5th grade to a Planetarium at a local Ivy League school.  At one point as we were watching the show of the sky over our heads, I realized that I was privy to an "awe and wonder" moment.  Not one child made a sound. Not one during the explanation of what we know about the beginning of  all life.  To the credit of the university they never addressed what we don't know, or can't prove but they actually left the kids hanging in the "but how" of it all.  There was no forcing of any agenda.  There was simply the opportunity to be amazed.

In that moment, I was thinking, "I wonder if God actually came after this dark matter..."  "What if God was actually how all of this chaos is articulated?"  If God is love, then it makes perfect sense to me that God is created out of the nothing darkness to give form to us and to create what we have and are. 

None of these are new thoughts, I know, but I was swimming in a moment of possibility and thinking about how we try to understand things. I was watching as these ten year olds were drinking in the experience and I actually came away from it marveling even more at the wonders of God's creation. 

That was last week. 

Yesterday, we celebrated my oldest daughter's 16th birthday.  Talk about awe and wonder.  I am in awe that she is who she is and that God reveals God's self to me all of the time through her quiet wisdom, patience and kind and fair nature.  I am in awe of her personal beauty.  I am humbled at the gift that God blessed my husband and me with all those years ago.  Sixteen means that we are on the cusp of adulthood.  Sixteen means she will soon be able to make her own way in the world.  And I sit in wonder.  I wonder how and what she will do. I wonder how I will manage something I have been preparing for her whole life; for I always knew I would have to let her go.  I wonder how much she will want or need me. 

Awe and wonder. 

All surrounding creation. 

Every mother's thoughts.

I give thanks to God for his love and care of her.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Refining Fire

I decided that if time allowed I would take part in the Deepening Friendship Writing Retreat that Vinita Hampton is sponsoring on her blog through Loyola Press.  Today's topic is about the senses.  I need to begin by saying that I am a bit overwhelmed at the moment and that trying to take part in something that requires me to sit and consider is really a challenge.  But this spoke to me because of an experience that I had yesterday.

It was early in the day and already the morning had been a little rough.  We had planned to head to the Adirondacks to my sister's Summer home to visit her and my niece who was in from out of town.  Like many families, our family has a crazy schedule and at the moment I am balancing three active kids, three jobs and a college course.  I am a little stretched.  So, even though I wanted to run away to be with my sister and my niece, it was a challenge just to get there.  But after church, we did just that.  We ran out, changed our clothes, grabbed some Tomato Pie and headed north. 

On the ride the kids were quietly doing some more homework and reading, I too, had a book.  I was deep in thought, mulling over a situation that had me upset and feeling a little hurt...actually at that point, I was a lot hurt.  So, I went into my book...(which by the way is a Phillipa Gregory book...talk about senses!) and I sat there stewing. 

Somewhere, about thirty miles out I started asking God to take this hurt out of my day, I wanted to enjoy my day, but I couldn't get passed how I felt.  So, I just was doing a little prayer when suddenly, my husband turned the corner and there was one of the most relaxing and comforting smells in my world; a campfire.  I just inhaled....and inhaled and noticed that I was also smelling the leaves as they decayed.   For those unfamiliar with that smell, it is for northerners, distinctly autumnal.  It pulled me out of my hurt and into the moment.  It opened me up to the glory of the day.  It gave me insight to the bigger picture, the beauty that is always temporary. It reminded me of the fleeting season and that I had a choice, I could either stew in my own negative juices or take the gift that God was offering right there and then.  The funny thing is that it is hard to hang on to my hurt  when just by inhaling joy allows me to exhale that which was hurtful.  Is it possible that campfires are refining fires as well?

By the way, I know I didn't really follow the instruction but at least it got me to write!  :)

Sunday, September 29, 2013

That's a Wrap!

A couple of days ago my husband got a call from a former co-worker who was also affected by the cuts made by their former employer.  B had been "counseling" this guy during this time just trying to keep his morale up.  He was riddled with anxiety and worst case scenarios and was not being supported the same at home.  So, my husband always made time to talk to him. 

R ended up calling the other day and letting B know that he got a job he had applied to.  B was, of course, happy for him but I sensed a little down cause now it was just him.  A little demoralizing even when we are both happy that his circumstances are improving.

So I went to our Mother.  During my yoga stretching, I called on our Mother Mary and then a grand call to Communion of Saints and I basically said, "I am done and you all need to come down and look out for your boy.  There is nothing more I can do, but you can, he is yours too, so make it happen." I was in an open posture and felt at the moment that I was doing the prayer both goofy and real. Funny how our postures influence our feelings.  So, just like a letter in an envelope...I signed it, sealed it and went about my day without another thought. As I said...I was done. 

At about 2:40 he got a call with a job offer.  When he got the particulars he got off the phone and told me.  It was his former employer...seven months to the day....offering a position in a completely different division. 

After sleeping on it, he accepted the offer the next day.

We have big families and thankfully many friends.  So I used my FB to let people know that he accepted an offer and all was well.  Many have been with us the whole time so they were just as happy to hear it was done.  Later in the day, I noticed a comment from one of my brothers. **(I should preface this with a little on my brother.  He is devoted to Mary and a bit of a conservative Catholic.  We differ on many things from religion to politics to linoleum.  But I adore him.  We grew up together and he is the sibling closest to my husband.)**  The comment read, "You know, it's funny, I was thinking about B all day yesterday and again this morning, this must be why."

I just smiled.  My brother is part of B's Communion.  None of us knew it.  I was calling on people who have passed but here he is responding to my call.  We don't give enough credit to the Communion of Saints that is part of our faith, I think.  I think that we forget that they are there to help us and to guide us.  I am always calling on my people. The funny thing is when someone in the here and now shows up and affirms what I thought anyway.

So!  All is well...I believe.  Things should be back on track soon, or so I hope. My prayer today is for all of those who are going through this still, and I know several...the unemployed and the underemployed. My prayer is that they may feel stability again.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Sigh!!

What the Pope Really Said NCR

Well, here is an unfortunate take on what happens when people are excited about a project.  I will leave the reading to you and I will hope that we can simply pray to move forward and not backward.  Does what we say help bring us together or does it tear us apart? I don't know.  All I know is that people are watching and they are watching closely. How will they view us if all they ever see is infighting. I mean who wants to be part of that?  No one that I want to spend time with, that is for sure. 

How about that New Evangelization!  :)

So, SIGH. 

Monday, September 23, 2013

Indulging My Every Whim

I just opened a piece of Dove dark chocolate.  I am generally amused by the little messages.  Like "Happiness looks great on you" or "Your smile lights up a room" but sometimes, the messages make me think that Dove (ironically which image represents the Holy Spirit) talks to me personally.  Yes, I hear you, one must awfully full of themselves if she thinks the Holy Spirit is talking through her candy wrapper.  "Lay off the Ignatian Spirituality sister...cause you're sounding a little crazy" Well, hear me out...there may be something in there.  (Because really, I kind of agree with that assessment!) But just now I got a message "Indulge your every whim."  So, since I bite my tongue a lot,  here I go.

I have been mulling over some going's on in the Social Network realm on the heels of the Pope's interview.  Some reactions have been truly nasty and quite representative of our problems as a Church.  Some has been really thoughtful but has gotten some questionable reaction.  "So what about women!"  "Sure, he says that but he's just another man in a patriarchal blah blah blah.."  "He is wrong to not talk more about abortion blah blah blah."  "Our Holy Mother Church (always a favorite qualifier of mine!) blah blah blah"  I have found a lot of this just plain annoying.  I am sure I am not alone since the majority of people reacted joyfully, positively and hopefully.  But what is with the people who are so willing to focus on what they don't like?  I read an article/blogpost today where the person (a hard-tellin' Catholic Christian...as in; by his post it was hard telling he was Christian) said he wanted to and I quote, "wretch" at the positive reaction that this interview has gotten from the "left".  

Yes, wretch.  Because seeing people filled with hope, for some people, is simply sickening.  Because for some people, hearing about love and being told repeatedly that we are required to love, is simply nauseating.  Because being directed at what real love requires of us can sometimes make us hurl. 

I admit, sometimes it makes me sick...like when I see images of children who are left for nothing, starved, diseased, alone.  Sometimes it makes me sick when I enter a place that is neglected and the smell is repugnant. Sometimes it makes me sick when I read those kinds of hate-filled words and then I realize that he has a much bigger platform than I do.  I mean let's face it, people LOVE to stir the pots from the comforts of their own homes.  And moreover, they make money doing it.  It is SO very true, the readings from yesterday's Gospels, you can't serve two masters.  You can't serve your ego and your Savior. But at times like these, I notice there are a whole lot of people trying...and maybe at the moment I am one of them.  

Now, don't get me wrong, I am one of the people who repeatedly calls for reform.  I believe in order to serve Christ we must change.  We must.  We cannot serve two masters.  But, I just think...gosh...wouldn't it be swell if we could stop and take a step back and look at the bigger picture here?  Look at the man of Pope Francis?  Look at the effect he is having on people who have all but given up on the idea of church or on God.  People are responding to his love.  People are responding to his humility.  He is moving us...as fast as he can.  But he is wise enough to understand that we must go back to the beginning. Love.  God is Love.  God is the beginning.  Go back to the beginning.  Have patience (and believe me, I am with you in the lack of patience dept) and most importantly, believe! Believe!  Believe that God hears us.  Believe that God wants all people to know that first and foremost they are loved.  No following the naysayers.

I want to be a person of YES.  Which means that I cannot always indulge my every whim.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Change In Empahsis

Today's quote is from my pastor, who was talking to the children about Pope Francis.  "He hasn't changed one rule. Not one rule.  What he has done is changed the emphasis on love."  My pastor, like myself and so many people that I know love this man because he is emphasizing love.  We are in such desperate need of love in this world...we are all so hungry for more goodness.  We can't contain ourselves especially with this Pope. 

People were so hungry back when Jesus came...this is always how I imagined he would be.  Tough, no nonsense and full of love for humanity.

What have you imagined about Jesus?


** Thanks Lynda for letting me know my mistake...at least it wasn't what my pastor actually said, he said "Jesus, I mean Pope Francis"  The 3rd grade Catechist immediately shook her head..."NOO NOO"  it was quite funny!