All posts by CadyLy

The Habit of Perfection

Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.

Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.

Be shellèd, eyes, with double dark
And find the uncreated light:
This ruck and reel which you remark
Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.

Palate, the hutch of tasty lust,
Desire not to be rinsed with wine:
The can must be so sweet, the crust
So fresh that come in fasts divine!

Nostrils, your careless breath that spend
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send
Along the sanctuary side!

O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street
And you unhouse and house the Lord.

And, Poverty, be thou the bride
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide
Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

What a lovely reminder of the beauty of the Lord which can come to us through our various senses, if only we fast from our usual sensual gluttony and open ourselves to the pure experience of Him.

Early Morning Reflections on Hell

For some reason this morning, I was reflecting on the nature of hell, and how someone had described it to me as being a place of eternal frustration and the condition of being entirely without God. And I thought about that for a bit. And wondered about all the little things that happen during the course of a normal day: waking up in time even though I’ve shut off the alarm, having the light turn green at the right moment, someone letting me merge, seeing something before it becomes an accident, leftover catering at work so I don’t have to buy lunch, the cool breeze on a hot day, a day at work when things go well, finding that match for my sock — countless, countless things which I normally take so for granted, I’m not even aware of them.

But.

Maybe they aren’t random. Maybe they are evidence of God’s constant presence in my life. Certainly, without these everyday blessings, I would be frustrated indeed. And that sounds rather like hell.

I’m thinking that we are all probably far more blessed than we could possibly imagine.

And that just fills me with this overwhelming sense of awe, wonder, gratitude and love for Him. 🙂

God bless your day!

Prayer for the Dying

I love this prayer! From Catholic Online:

May Christ, Who was crucified for your sake,
free you from excruciating pain.

May Christ, Who died for you,
free you from the death that never ends.

May Christ, the Son of the living God,
set you in the ever green loveliness of His Paradise,
and may He, the true Shepherd,
recognize you as one of His own.

May you see your Redeemer face to face
and, standing in His presence forever,
may you see with joyful eyes
Truth revealed in all its fullness.

Amen.

Jiuzhaigou (镜海 Mirror Lake)

Okay, I’ve been convinced. This place is gorgeous! I would like to travel here!

Now, all I need is a financial backer and travel companion.

Just look at the water! Isn’t it amazing? Can you imagine sitting here all day, praying?

One day…. 🙂

Something Happened Today At Adoration

Here I am at Adoration. I’ve been here over 2 hours already. I’m reading a book of prayers for the souls in Purgatory.

Suddenly, I just begin weeping. Tears are running down my face and I’m trying to breathe shallowly and evenly so that the 5-7 other people here won’t realize that I’m crying.

Then, just as suddenly, there’s this scent — like incense and flowers. No one has come in or gone out or gotten something from a purse or bag. No reason that I can see for the sudden scent.

I sit there, staring at the Lord; praying, praying. I’m not quite sure *what* I was praying but it was rather intense.

And, then it was over. My tears stopped and the scent went away. All I smelled then was the sweat of the man sitting in front of me.

Like nothing happened.

Except…

Something just did.

Comic Book Theology

If Lex Orandi is the law of prayer and
If Lex Credendi is the law of belief,
Then Lex Luther is the law of Luther

And he’s always the bad guy.

Therefore, Superman was Catholic.

Or maybe…
His name really was…

Sacrament Man

Sacrament Man #4

John

Luke 1:

41 When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the infant leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth, filled with the holy Spirit,
42 Cried out in a loud voice and said, “Most blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.
43 And how does this happen to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
44 For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy.

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Yesterday, I was praying the rosary, and got to the visitation. I was listening to one of the CDs in the car, so they were reading a bit for each mystery, and talked about how John “jumped for joy.” I don’t know why, but I’ve always found this a bit … not odd, not unsettling, not disturbing, but … something….

[See, I don’t run into this all that often, because I don’t pray the Joyful mysteries all that often…. The Sorrowful mysteries are the only ones I know on my own, so I pray these a lot…. LOL!]

This was irritating me, that I didn’t know why it was bothering me. I suppose I still don’t really know why it bothers me. Perhaps just the phrase. Maybe because I see John as a man and have difficulty picturing a man “jumping for joy” — even if it might be an appropriate reaction for a little boy.

Why wasn’t Elizabeth “jumping for joy”?

Then, I had a thought. [Scary, right? :)]

Perhaps this was something particular to John. Certainly, Elizabeth was excited and joyful about the presence of the Lord, but there was something … more … to John’s reaction.

Perhaps it has to do with the joy and excitement you get when you realize your vocation. That THIS is what I was made for. 🙂 And maybe that’s why he wore the hair shirt and ate locusts…to balance out the fact that HE was chosen to be the Lord’s personal herald. [Instead of doing the Happy Dance and shouting, “He picked ME! He picked ME!”]

Baby Survives Abortion, Left to Die in Italy

News from Zenit:

ROSSANO, Italy, APRIL 28, 2010 (Zenit.org).- The former president of the Academy for Life is lamenting the death of a baby who survived an abortion but died two days later after being left without care.

Bishop Elio Sgreccia stated on Vatican Radio that care is a duty even if the law does not require it, denouncing the neglect of a 22-week-old baby boy who survived in a hospital in Rossano after his mother attempted to have him aborted.

Prenatal scans had shown two malformations in the boy, in his palate and lip. His mother went to the Nicola Giannattasio hospital on Saturday to procure a so-called therapeutic abortion.

The baby, weighing just under 11 ounces, was deposited by doctors onto a sheet after the procedure, and placed in a container to await his death.
He continued to breathe, however, and an unidentified person noticed movement in the container on Sunday morning.

This person reported the matter to the hospital’s chaplain, Father Antonio Martello, who went and found the baby.

The little boy was still alive, with his umbilical cord attached, some 24 hours after the abortion attempt.

The priest alerted the doctors, who sent the baby to a neonatal unit at a nearby hospital, The Telegraph reported. He died there Monday morning.

Law enforcement officials are investigating the case to see if this qualifies as abandonment or homicide.

The bishop of that region, Archbishop Santo Marcianó of Rossano-Cariati, lamented the “arbitrary superficiality” of the staff that did not try to save the child, L’Osservatore Romano reported today.

He asserted that this case should “lead civil society to reflect on the tragic character of abortion, in so far as it is the suppression of a human being, and in this case, on the illicit character of the definition ‘therapeutic.'”

The prelate stated, “In fact, it is not a ‘cure,’ but reinforces the eugenic mentality that is spreading, and which not only increases recourse to abortion, but poses serious questions regarding the alleged benefit to the woman’s health and on the natural meaning of maternity.”

“It also invites us to consider with what ease a person who is seriously malformed and simply undesired is treated inhumanly,” he added.

Archbishop Marcianó expressed the hope that this case will spark a serious and fruitful debate and “lead each one to collaborate so that the value of the life of every human person is recognized as the foundation of a civil and just society.”

Bishop Sgreccia pointed out the limits of a law that does not provide for artificial respiration and tube feeding for fetuses of 23 or 24 weeks.

He asserted that doctors should look at “fact” rather than the age of the baby, “because if the aborted fetus, in a voluntary or accidental way, is alive — also if it is at the limit of survival, at the age limit — the doctor is in the presence of a fetus that, because it is strong or because the dates were not properly calculated, fortunately, is living.”

The doctor “is obliged to make it live,” the prelate said. He added that “the law must clarify this.”

Bishop Sgreccia called for “great care and great vigilance” because the underlying fact “is that it is a life that is born and also that is already outside the mother’s uterus, which shows that it can live, and must have all the help possible.”

It used to be the case that once you were born, if you survived birth, you were considered a person with rights, and doctors had to take care of you. So what is the case now? You are only a person if someone wants you? Only once you are old enough to fight for yourself?