Does anyone have any idea how to deal with this???
Because I’m a little at a loss. Except for sitting down and weeding them all out, which would take days….
Has more appeared, just in the past minute?!? Aaaah! 🙂
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GPS
Yet another reason why I love my Crackberry.
After much debate, I decided to go to OLGC for morning Mass this morning. Why was it a debate? Well, after being laid off from my job in Ann Arbor on Saturdays, I didn’t really have a good justification to spend the $12 in gas to get there and back. Surely, there had to be a church closer to home that offered Saturday Mass. There are a few, but I have never been to them before, and I really am apprehensive about going to places like that for the first time, alone. A couple of friends had offered to go with me, but we had not made plans the night before, and I didn’t want to wake them up this early if they hadn’t already planned on going.
Plus, this is the last weekend for Fr. Steve, before he heads off to Rome for vacation and then his reassignment to seminary. So, if I went, there was a possibility that I would be able to say “Hi” and “Have fun” before he left.
After all this debate, if I was going to go to OLGC (where Mass begins at 7:15 am — I don’t know why the 15 minutes, it used to be 7:30 am….), I was running late for getting on the road to head over. As I jumped into the car, I saw that I only barely had enough gas to make it there, but I figured that there was a gas station on the way between church and where I usually go to for coffee after Mass, so I should be okay.
I get to church, and it is not Fr. Steve, but Fr. John, so I asked Fr. John to give my card to Fr. Steve when he saw him. I forgot about my gas situation until after Mass. My car was telling me that I had about 8 miles until empty. Granted, this is never *actually* 8 full miles, but I thought that the gas station was only 2 miles away.Â
Um, no.
What I had thought was a gas station was, in fact, a bank. And, now, my car said that I had about 5 miles until empty, and I realized that I had no clue where the nearest gas station was. Oh, boy. But! I pulled out my little Crackberry and opened the GPS program and had it search for “GAS” from my current location. It found one 1.9 miles away and took me there. I could start to smell the your-tank-is-empty-and-you-are-literally-running-on-fumes smell from the car. This gas station I would have never found on my own in a million years (well, maybe a million, but not before my tank ran dry).
So, Thank You, Lord, for providing for me and looking after me (even when I am a stupid sheep and should have filled up on the way to Mass). And thanks for using my Crackberry to do so. That just makes me smile. 🙂 And, additionally, I am glad that Fr. John has GPS, too, so that he will not be in a situation where he needs something or needs help and doesn’t know where to go. 🙂 Thank You again, Lord, for looking after my people. 🙂
Notes on “Crossing the Threshold of Love” — III
“In this regard Wojtyla notes that an experience of values that comes about through feelings must always be subordinated to the truth.” (61)
How true is this? Certainly, feelings can color our experiences to a great degree and even sway our preferences and our decisions. However, our feelings are fleeting and change based on a whole slew of factors, some of which are of no more weight than whether or not I’ve had something to eat in the past several hours. And that’s not a good basis for decision-making. Truth, if it is indeed truth, cannot change. One of my favorite arguments to bring up when people start complaining that this or that is “behind the times” in the Catholic church. For example, if it is wrong to kill children in the womb because their life is just as sacred as those people who have already been born, then it could not be the case that all of a sudden it becomes okay to kill them just because society has deemed this not just a tolerable thing, but actually a preference to the “imposition” of an unwanted pregnancy. So too with many other things do we have to really think about what it is that we are deciding and make choices based on what we know and not on what we feel.
“Feelings are intentionally directed to values, but to rely solely on feelings to lead means to surrender self-determination.” (65)
At the moment, this speaks to me as representative of taking the easy way out. It is always so much easier for me to make a decision or a choice based on some arbitrary value, rather than on any trait of actual substance. An example here would be choosing — oh, say a car — based on how cute it looks or what color it is, rather than on something more important like fuel economy. A lot of this, particularly for me is a combination of mental laziness, coupled with the sense that I am too busy to do the necessary research, or that the choice isn’t that big of a deal. It becomes very easy to fall into a pattern of non-thinking in this manner, and have it extend into all aspects of my life, so that I’m not even making informed, carefully thought out decisions at the voting polls or in my day-to-day interactions with other people.
“In their proper place feelings greatly enrich the human person.” (65)
Not to say that feelings are not important! When rooted in an environment of truth, feelings enhance our experiences and help us to communicate and have empathy with others. They can help knit us together as the Body of Christ in our compassion and understanding.
EMG
So, after several months of progressive, intermittent episodes of paralysis of my wrist/forearm, I get sent to Ortho, which does not appreciate any obvious mechanical defect, and who sends me to have an EMG.
EMG = electromyogram AKA they will electrocute you and see how you respond to that. 🙂
Before the procedure, I get some opinions of the test:
Doctor 1: “Oh, they just use really little skin needles, you’ll be fine.”
Nurse 1: “Are you kidding? I took my husband in for one a month and a half ago, and he cried.”
Nurse 2: Made fish flopping out of water motions at my zapping. Quite amusing, thanks. 🙂
Check-in girl at EMG: “Well, have you ever stuck your finger into a light socket? No? Well, if you’ve ever given birth — if you’ve survived that pain, you’ll survive this. *pause* Don’t worry, most people psyche themselves up for it to be really bad, then say it’s not as bad as they thought.”
Just before testing started:
EMG doctor: “So, what have you heard about the test?”
Me: “That you use tazers and cattle prods?”
EMG doc: “Exactly!”
(To be continued…)
At the end of my testing period, he didn’t have a clear explanation for my symptoms. Basically, my nerves and muscles appeared to be healthy and undamaged, which is good. However, the underlying cause could be a problem with my spinal cord or my brain — both of which sound like excellent options. 🙂
For Argument’s Sake…
I found this article linked from Ironic Catholic’s blog:
ROME (Reuters) – An Italian couple who were caught having sex in a church confessional box while morning Mass was being said have repented and made peace with the local bishop.
The couple, in their early 30s, were detained by police earlier this month after they had made love in the confessional box in the cathedral in northern Cesena. They were cautioned for obscene acts in public and disturbing a religious function.Their lawyer said they had been drinking all night and realised they had gone too far.
The lawyer told the area’s local newspaper on Wednesday the couple met with the local bishop on Tuesday night, asked for his forgiveness and that he had given it.
Last week the bishop celebrated a “Mass of reparation” in the cathedral where the confessional box incident took place to make up for the sacrilege.
Okay, now calling all canon lawyers, etc., who may come across my blog — kindly pick this apart for me, the almost-still-a-neophyte Catholic and explain all the ways in which this was wrong, and in what ways might it be in very poor taste, but not technically wrong.
I suppose first, we should determine whether the act itself was a sin. Was this a married couple or not? Let’s assume, for argument’s sake, that they are married.
During Mass. Obviously, really poor timing. I mean, it’s great to give yourself to your partner and renew with your bodies the vows that you made at your wedding, but how does that compare to actually taking the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ into oneself? If people (including me sometimes, eh) really got it, what was taking place during the Mass, they would be lining up for miles, prostrating themselves in front of the Lord and going out into the world and shouting from the rooftops that they received the Creator of the Universe into their very person. I have heard of other things (most notably, confession) taking place during Mass, so other things can kind of be there, but Reconciliation is another sacrament, which is to say another encounter with Jesus. Sex with your spouse — not a sacrament.
Point two: the article states that the couple had been drinking all night. I think that an inordinate consumption of alcoholic beverages is a sin, and more to the point, how can you truly make a sincere gift of yourself if you are plastered out of your gourd? I would think that that would interfere with your will, and cheapen the encounter to a pleasure-only experience.
Point three: we are not really loving our neighbor, are we? I mean, it might be fine and all for a married couple to have sex, but there is a huge ICK factor for the people who need to use that room following them. I would hope that they were quiet, but there is the possibility that they, um, disturbed people attending Mass. Again, not loving your neighbor there.
What does this say about people’s understanding of the Theology of the Body?Â
Okay, I’ve given up the first three points that crossed my mind. Now, it’s your turn!
Crackberry
I think it’s highly amusing the length to which I will go to justify my toys. Take this Blackberry for example, I got it for a variety of reasons, but really it’s not essential to life. Hopefully, I will use it in a positive manner and be able to do things like post from WYD, etc.
So now I will have GPS and stuff and actually know what’s on my calendar.
Still a Crackberry though — I’ve gone Evil Empire!
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Faith, Trust and Confession
I should have known something was up when I forgot to bring a book with me to read at Starbucks after Mass before going in to work. As a result, I had nothing to read while I sat there with my scone and mocha, so I cleaned out my purse. And I found this badly beaten up card with this prayer on it:
Prayer of Abandonment
 Father,
I abandon myself into your hands;
do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I thank you:
I am ready for all, I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me,
and in all your creatures –
I wish no more than this, O Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul:
I offer it to you with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord, and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands without reserve,
and with boundless confidence,
for you are my Father.
Charles de Foucauld
And that made me think of when I got the prayer. It was when Fr. John told us that he was going to be assigned to Our Lady of Good Counsel, and was no longer going to be our pastor. As a catechumen who had only been going to church for about 2 months, I felt as if my heart had stopped and the earth had fallen away beneath my feet. My first thought was that I was going to leave, and forget about joining the Church. I didn’t want to set myself up to trust, to have yet another person taken away from me. I need security in my life! My very next thought was, “Wow! Am I stupid! This is about God — who is pretty much the only person you can rely upon to be faithful. How stupid to turn your back on Him, just because you are uncertain about the future.” So, I fought hard and held back my sobs as I listened to him pray this prayer and tried to understand what was going on.
Time passes. It’s now been a little over 11 months since Fr. John has left St. Anastasia for Our Lady of Good Counsel. And truly, this has been a great move, both for me and I would guess for him too, at least he seems happy. What has happened for me, was that his moving to Our Lady of Good Counsel has given me the opportunity to go to Mass daily. He started a 6:30 am Mass, and OLGC is only about 10 minutes down the expressway from my work. So, it works out perfectly. I also have a second place where I can go to confession, although that can get a little scary. 🙂 Daily Mass is such a blessing for me. Just ask my friends, I whine and complain like an Israelite in the desert when Mass is cancelled and I cannot receive the Eucharist that day.Â
This has also given us a new pastor at St. Anastasia, Fr. JJ. He is great. I was skeptical at first about him, being an unknown — and I do not deal well with “scary” “weird” “new” priests. But he, too, is an amazing man — in a completely different way than Fr. John.
So, many different blessings have come from the re-assignment, and it has been overall a very positive thing for me.
So, as I was cleaning out my purse and saw the prayer and remembered all these things, I smiled and thanked God. For certainly, His plan in all this was much better than what I had thought in the beginning would have been the best thing to have happen. His will was so much better than mine. And because things worked out so very well, I thought that I should try to keep this in mind and give myself over to his will more. Let His will and not mine be done.
Little did I know that I would be needing that prayer today.
After work today, I called our district manager per usual. While on the phone, she let me know that the company had not been doing as well as they had thought with the printing side of the business and that her boss, the regional manager, had looked at ways to cut back on costs. The end result: I was going to be laid off in 2 weeks. That’s right. After working there for 8 years, I was about to be terminated. What a shock.
My first reaction was to want to go to the car and call someone to vent and discuss this. However, I had left my cell phone at home, so I faced an hour drive with no one to talk to except God. Then, I remembered the Prayer of Abandonment, and how God had made things turn out so perfect, when I was sure that everything was headed for disaster. Certain things would pop into my head. Like trying to figure out how I can run right out and get another job so that I would have the security of a second income. And how I didn’t appreciate this job and took it for granted. It was going to be difficult for me to find a job like this one, where I basically just worked 2 hours on Saturday mornings and got $40 for it. Other jobs might ask that I work evenings or on Sundays, which I was not crazy about doing. I really wasn’t too crazy about the idea of working a full 8 hours on Saturday, but knew that this might be necessary.
Then, I stopped myself again. Here I am, trying to “fix” things. I thought again of that prayer. Maybe — just maybe — God wanted me to not work here any more. Maybe He wants to fill my time in some other way. So, as hard as it is for me to be still, I am going to make every effort to *not* run out and do something with this block of time, but to really pray about it and try to discern what it is that the Lord wants for me in this regard.
The only question now is what to do about Saturday morning Mass. St. Anastasia no longer has Saturday morning Mass, and it doesn’t seem like it would really make that much sense to spend $12 in gas to drive out to Plymouth if I weren’t heading that way anyway for work. I’m not crazy about trying to find a “new” “weird” church locally, and I am not all that crazy about going to church by myself. But, I will leave this, too, in the hands of God and trust that He will work something out for me.
One would think that maybe this would have been enough for one day. But no. See, because I was feeling bad about taking my job for granted, and because I wanted to make sure that I was reconciled with God, I decided to go to Confession. I was expecting it to be Fr. JJ. It was not. It was someone’s boss, instead. Hmm. I almost decided to skip Confession today and to come back some other time. Maybe OLGC on Tuesday, or try next Saturday for Fr. JJ. But then that thought popped into my head again. Why am I worried about who the priest is? Why in the world am I letting that be a barrier between me and Jesus? What could possibly keep me from reconciling myself to the only one who can make everything better?
Thank You, Holy Spirit, for giving me a swift kick in the butt. I needed that. Obviously, You are right and my logic is flawed. So, I went in and sat in line.
Now, I don’t think I’ve posted my conversion story on this blog yet, so you may not know about The Wrong Mass. Apparently, there *is* a Wrong Mass, for I have gone to The Wrong Mass twice now. The first time this happened, I was told by Fr. John that I went to the wrong Mass, to whom I replied in a shocked, incredulous tone, “There’s a wrong Mass?!?!?!?!?” Okay, keep that in mind.
I enter the confessional (or reconciliation room — I’m not sure what the difference is) and sit down and Msgr. asks me what scripture I brought in with me for confession. In the same shocked, incredulous tone I say, “We were supposed to bring a scripture?!?!?!?!?” [See the similarity?]
He nods and says something like, of course, scripture is how He talks to us and it is very important. Luckily, I did happen to know one passage and was able to talk about that, even though it didn’t explicitly talk about repentance or anything like that, he said it was a good one to start with. Whew! Okay, okay. I know, I gotta dig into the Bible a little more, and actually try to memorize maybe some of it. Or at least tag a few passages for confession. 🙂
So, I’m already a little uneasy because this is an unknown-quantity priest, but so far, he’s okay. It was actually a fairly helpful confession and I didn’t get kiboshed over the head in quite the way that I had expected to. Instead, I’m supposed to be directing my focus this week on mercy. Both seeing how I give it, and also seeing how I receive it. It was hypothesized that from what I said, I appear to be someone who gives mercy better than she receives mercy. Something to look into and grow with, which, I’m sure, was the point.
That being done with, I open up my little missal to my Act of Contrition. So, of course, once again today, my plans are thwarted when he says, “Now, in your own words, express your sorrow to God.” Oh man! Doesn’t he know how horrible I am at spontaneous prayer?? I figure that God may get what I mean, but I’m certain that I sound ridiculous to anyone else. So, I come up with something, and he doesn’t appear to turn purple or laugh or anything, so either it was acceptable, or he has got a really strong tolerance for the inept at praying.
So, while it is not yet over, it has certainly been a day for me to stretch and grow as a person.
Father, I abandon myself into your hands; do with me what you will. I pray that I will always trust in you, for your way is so much better than my way. I pray that you will give me grace and confidence to know that you are my Father, that you love me, and that you will always take care of me. Amen.
Mystic Monk Coffee
Some things just make me smile:
 I knew God approved of coffee!!!! 🙂
I just may have to try this out! 🙂 How funny!
Notes on “Crossing the Threshold of Love” – II
“If the body is not humble, it will obscure not only the true love between man and woman but also that between man and God.” (42) This, I think, speaks again to the fact that if we do not have self-control, self-mastery over our selves and our will, then we are not going to be able to make an authentic, free gift of ourselves to an other. Only in a sincere gift of self, are we fully realized. So, in a way, if I wish to be free, truly free, then I must self-impose limits and truly discern the Lord’s will and conform my own will to His. Not for His benefit. But for mine. How very hard that is to remember, especially when there are so many things that I want, and try to convince myself that I need. Things will never do it for me, but they are so very attractive, sometimes it’s hard to see beyond the packaging and realize that it’s only a momentary distraction from that which is most important:  my relationship with God. And not only in things of the world as in material goods do I need to be wary of forming an inordinate attachment, but also the very real danger in my own case of seeing myself as a thing or a commodity. If I do not see myself as having any value, what does that say about any attempt that I make to make of myself a gift for another? An empty gesture?
“The proper object of the will is the good as perceived under the light of reason.” (51)
“…the great philosophers have only one word to say and spend their whole life saying it.” (53) I wonder if this is related to the idea that priests have only one homily, which they will preach over and over…. 🙂
Paroxysm of Giggles / Critical Mass 