Some days, I have a rich prayer life. Usually follows stupidity. Or, in this case, a long drive home from Saline when all your gas money is in Troy.
Thank you! Thank you! I made it to the gas station!
Prayer *is* stronger than espresso!
Some days, I have a rich prayer life. Usually follows stupidity. Or, in this case, a long drive home from Saline when all your gas money is in Troy.
Thank you! Thank you! I made it to the gas station!
Prayer *is* stronger than espresso!
This is how I spent my evening yesterday after work. I met up with Sandra and Kylie at Barnes and Noble. After chasing Kylie around the store (with Sandra yelling at her not to run, while I egged her on), spent hours in the Religion section trying, and failing, not to buy another book when I already have too many to read, we sat down in the children’s section, where Ky proceeded to sit in the “teacher’s chair” and read to me.
I’m so glad she’s a book lover! 🙂
What was the book that I couldn’t leave the store without? (Because I know you are dying to know….)
“The Story of a Soul,” by St. Thérèse of Lisieux.
Bought by the recommendation of Fr. Mark. (Well, okay, he said something about St. Thérèse, and there were tons of books about her, so I hope I picked the right one.)
Since I am the Master of the Unfinished Book (I have like 15 books that I am “in the middle of”), I proceeded to ignore the 3 books staring at me with their bookmarks, and left them to sulk while I dove into this latest acquisition. I made it to page 56 before going to bed.
This morning, I had to make the difficult decision of what to bring with me to work. After work today, I am going to do a bit of consulting, so I will not be home until fairly late. My tote bag is already nearly busting at the seams with my Bible, catechism, Adventures of Matthew binder, colored pencils, and TOBBOTD (Theology of the Body Book of the Day), and I made the sacrifice of not taking my newest treasure with me, in the interests of (1) keeping it safe, (2) actually working on finishing the TOBBOTD, which happens to be a GROSSLY overdue library book from the parish library, and (3) keeping my bag from bursting.
Oh, St. Thérèse book, I miss you! I will see you when I get home tonight! 🙂
Dear Lord,
Help me to be the person whom I want to be,
and not whom I tend to be.
Thank you! to everyone who has been praying for Henry. He is doing well, and we are so excited! Please continue to pray for him. Background information: Henry was born 2 months premature, on August 27, 2008.

We just got an update today that his blood labs have stabilized and they will be removing his nasal cannula tomorrow. It is hopeful that he will be able to go home in a few weeks! Yay! Go Henry! Way to grow!
Here’s a more recent picture of him, so you know who it is that you are praying for:

Thank you, again, so much for your prayers!
God Bless!
1Â A prayer of one afflicted, when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the LORD. Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to thee!
2Â Do not hide thy face from me in the day of my distress! Incline thy ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call!
3Â For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
4Â My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; I forget to eat my bread.
5Â Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
6Â I am like a vulture of the wilderness, like an owl of the waste places;
7 Â I lie awake, I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
8Â All the day my enemies taunt me, those who deride me use my name for a curse.
9Â For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink,
10Â because of thy indignation and anger; for thou hast taken me up and thrown me away.
11Â My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
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Emphasis mine. Notes from my NAB: “The psalmist, experiencing psychic and bodily disintegration, cries out to God.”
I came across this psalm while praying in the chapel last night. How very relevant it is right now. Which, of course, is probably why I found that passage. Thank You, God!
Please pray for Henry, a co-worker’s grandson, who is presently upstairs in the NICU. It is not yet clear what is wrong, but he recently had a blood transfusion and could use all the prayers he can get! Thank you!
God does speak to us. Only, most of the time, at least for me, we are too busy or too chatty or too self-absorbed to pay attention and really listen. So, he talked to me this morning as I was getting out of bed — before I had a chance to begin my ever-present internal monologue. 🙂
So, how does one know that it is God speaking?
Here are some tips for how to determine this, from a talk given by Fr. John recently on prayer (Catholicism for Cradle Catholics 10/08/08):
1. Is it consistent with Scripture?
2. Is it consistent with Church teaching?
3. Is it helping me grow in charity?
Well, it was not against Scripture, but it was more of a comment, really. It didn’t go against Church teaching, and I suppose the second half of the message, which was a question, can be found in both Scripture and Church teaching — at least as a thing that is good to do. Did it/does it help me grow in charity? Oh, yeah. 🙂 Not that He nudged me to do something that I wasn’t already doing, but He was pushing me to more fully embrace this positive behavior for the good of someone else.
I love God! 🙂
Opening a can of worms, now….
Okay, so the elections are not too far away. Here’s my little rant about terminology regarding, for me, the biggest issue in this election: the pro-life versus pro-choice issue.
Now, seriously. Is it fair that the two sides are answering different questions for self-identification? No! That just confuses the issue and tries to sway people one way or the other based on sentiment — appealing to their emotions, rather than their reason.
Let me try to explain:
Pro-life: well, who wants to be pro-death?
Pro-choice: who wants to be anti-choice?
This makes for a conflict for people when they are trying to vote for candidates, and are really looking at this issue to try and see what is the most moral, correct thing to be voting for. And the “other side” takes horrible advantage of this naming inconsistency with one side saying that the other side is “pro-death” and the other side saying that their opposite is “trying to take away the rights of women” — Wow! I don’t want to be pro-death OR take away women’s rights, so how do I vote? Is there a position that I can take that I can live with?
Let’s take a look at the naming inconsistency for a moment. Pro-life. Okay, whose life? The fetus. So, they are “pro” the life of the fetus — under all circumstances. Let’s apply that to the other appellation. Pro-choice. So, they are “pro” the choice of the fetus. I don’t think so. The fetus never gets to choose if it will be carried to term or not. So, if we are being consistent in the question we are asking, the “other side” cannot be labeled “pro-choice” because this does not fit. And to say pro-death is a little harsh and tries to persuade to emotional shock. But is it accurate? Well, certainly in some instances, that’s exactly what’s going on. In an abortion, the woman is “pro” the death of the fetus. But — to confuse the issue — not all women who are “pro-choice” are “pro” the death of the fetus — some actually have children of their own whom they love very much and are very much in favor of other people also having children. I suppose a more accurate name would be “pro-situational-death,” since this group wants to retain the “right” to kill the fetus in certain situations, often citing the situation of a very young girl who finds herself pregnant after a rape (talk about emotional assault with that one!).
Let’s go the other way. Pro-choice. Choice of whom? The woman. Okay. So, the other side is “pro” the life of the woman? Boy, will they be happy to hear that! You can either have choice, or have life! You pick! And to a degree, this may not be an inaccurate thing. There are many women out there who do not realize the emotional impact an abortion will have on them and it does tear them apart from the inside, to know that they have killed their child. And, I know, some people may be getting upset the way I am saying “killing,” but when you are stopping a heart from beating — that’s killing. Seriously. It’s not “removing a clump of cells,” as if they were just skin cells in need of exfoliation. Skin cells will never become their own living, breathing, thinking person — no matter how well you nurture them.
There is the additional argument, “what if the mother’s life is in danger?” often made by proponents of the pro-choice cause. This is a real consideration. This really gets down to the crux of the matter. Are all lives equally important? Or are some lives more important than others? Even in the pro-life camp, if there is a situation where continuing the pregnancy would result in death of the mother, and/or death of both the mother and the child — they concede that there may be just cause for killing the child so as to preserve the life of the mother.
While I could probably go on at length for a while longer, I will end this post with an appeal: please look at all issues out there, including this most important issue of life, and vote — not according to your emotions — but according to your reason.
Do I get points for silliness? E.g. when one is faced with a Bible which is separating at the edges of the cover and sits and ponders for a moment before deciding that it is more appropriate to fix it with “Gift” tape versus “Magic” tape??
…our parish had a Decades Dance on Saturday, celebrating our 40th anniversary. It was totally far out, dude! You totally shoulda been.
First, I achieved high levels of hair awesomeness and had my hair bleached blonde and made “big” earlier in the day:

People really got into character:










And a very special rendition of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Way too cool.

I’m not sure if I can put videos in here. I’ll give it a shot. If not, just click on one of the photos to take you to my Flickr page, and you can see them there. We have more of the Thriller moves, guys doing the ‘Gator, and more! Party on, decade dudes! 🙂 Peace out!