There’s a lot of critical talk today regarding Bishop Barron writing a positive review for Father James Martin’s new book. People are quite upset that he would support a priest who openly embraces same-sex relationships. I actually don’t know as much about either Bishop Barron, or Father Martin, as I’d like; but I do know some things.
I know people that I love who are often choosing their own desires, feelings, & wants over God’s. In fact, I too often head that list. However, my greatest consolation is that we are among the body of Christ’s people - as flawed and imperfect as we all are. Since I know that we are trying to walk with Christ; I know that God is able to work deep down in our hearts. And anytime God is working - He is bringing about conversion from OUR Will, to HIS.
And so, there’s hope. Always.
But for those outside of the Church, and Christianity’s reach - there is little, if any, hope. For if you don’t have the light of the Holy Spirit working to awaken you; then what do you have? Nothing.
I think that’s why Jesus said that He came not for the well; but for the sinner. Those who are sick need doctors - not judges.
Perhaps this is what Bishop Barron and Fr. Martin are trying to do. If so; if they are simply trying to bring those in the ‘gay’ community into the loving school of the Gospel - then good for them.
Because every ex-gay that I have met in my work in Christian Healing Ministry came to wellness and wholeness through the Holy Spirit’s work in their lives. His love drew them; and His love then called them to Wholeness. Ex-gays are among the most joyful people I know because they have seen what brokenness is - and they now know Wholeness. It is the greatest gift of their lives.
However, they often say: ‘Alcoholics have a propensity for alcohol; but no one tells them to drink themselves to death. Why didn’t anyone in my life love me enough to tell me there was another way too?’
I have a very close loved one who tragically got caught up in the Opiate crisis. When my prosecutor friend brought my loved one’s arrests to my attention; I reached out to her. I told her that she was heading on a path to death, and that she needed to get help. Being a criminal defense attorney, I knew many sources where she could get that help, and I offered to share them with her. Instead, she promptly claimed victimhood to all our other loved ones; and had me labeled as the ‘Mean Christian’ who was ‘unloving’ to her.
In keeping with our new culture of ‘Love’ today, everyone else chose her side. They ‘affirmed’ her in her brokenness - with no qualifications. They ‘trusted’ she would be fine, and believed her promises. I, however, was the outlier, and my version of ‘Love’ was looked down upon by all I knew. According to the new definition of ‘Love’, I was one of those ‘Hateful Catholics’ who was ‘judging’ someone else’s behavior - by pointing out that it was behavior that was sinful; and hence would lead to no good end. They, on the other hand, felt affirmed as being more ‘loving’, and ‘compassionate’; than me.
As all enabled her during arrest after arrest, I alone tried to convince them to let her suffer the consequences of her actions - at a minimum, stop bailing her out of jail - because only then would she realize how awful it was all becoming. I kept trying to sound the alarm that no good would come of her addiction, and that making excuses for her again and again would only lead her on a road to darkness. Yet, each time I tried, I was again labeled ‘The Hater’, for not caring; and my suggestions dismissed as being too ‘mean’.
I continued to try to reach out; telling her that I would help her - but only if she acknowledged she had a problem; and went for help. Scornful abuse was her only response.
Years later, after she had lost marriage, children, home, sanity and everything good in her life; after she was to the point of living in either crack houses or on the street; after she had burned out the care, finances and support from all those who faithfully followed our culture’s new definition of ‘Love’; she - thank God - was finally arrested, and sent off to prison. Guess who she called as her ‘one phone call’ from jail?
No one could understand that. She HATED me for all those years that she was engaging in sinful behavior. Why in the world - would she call ME?
I think it is because she knew, even then, that I was the only one who was actually speaking Truth to her. I was the only one who loved her enough to let her hate me - and so she knew that that kind of love is the one that really does rescue - when one is ready to acknowledge that one needs rescuing. In other words, I think she finally realized that I cared more for her, then for my popularity in this world. And that, after all, is the REAL definition of the word: ‘Love’.
And that’s where I have an issue with the Father Martin’s of the world. Yes, Jesus always called sinners. But then he said, ‘go and sin no more - least something even worse happen to you…’
I think that is because He knew the Truth that when you engage in sin, you are actually choosing to reside in Satan’s kingdom. And that kingdom only has ONE destination: Death. Yes, people actively engaged in same-sex behavior are beloved children of God; no more and no less than the rest of us. But they are caught in a bondage that is not of their doing. It is a bondage that only leads to pain, hopelessness and ultimately death. To tell them to grow comfortable in that bondage, to embrace their chains - is to deny to them the truth that the Gospel brings healing, wholeness and FREEDOM. It is to care more for yourself, and for your popularity, then for the very lives of those you are watching descend into darkness. And that is NOT the definition of ‘Love’.
But I don’t know Fr. James Martin’s heart. Perhaps as he brings ‘gays’ into the Church, he is quietly offering them reality - that the Truth will set them Free. But if he is doing what so many do today - pat them on the head and tell them to go and act however they want because ‘God loves them’ - then he is a coward. And in the Christian faith, cowards are not to be celebrated - they are to be chastised. Because Cowards lead others to death.
But I will leave that to God. Meanwhile, I will pray for all those caught in the defense mechanism of same-sex attraction. I will pray that the Holy Spirit continues to work on their hearts to bring them Truth, Grace and most importantly of all - Freedom.
And isn’t prayer, ultimately, something more constructive than criticizing?
So, did I tell you that we are renovating our home? It’s been a huge pain. We started making plans almost 2 years ago, and then marching through the actions necessary: decisions, contracts, decisions, movers, decisions, temporary quarters, decisions - did I mention how many decisions there are that need to be made? Nightmare.
Anyway, we’re coming near to completion, and as I was walking through our condo complex today; I noticed something. From the outside of each unit - you can’t tell who has renovated their original 1980 Formica, linoleum & layout - and who hasn’t. They all look the same as you pass by.
And it hit me - that’s just like us.
We all have these bodies we’ve been given. And in these bodies are the souls we’ve been given. You can’t see into a soul; and so, it’s hard to tell who has updated theirs - or not.
Because updating a soul takes as much, if not more, work as updating a home. There’s the decision at the beginning, of course, to get the work done. Am I going to work on this soul - or is the Formica-crust of irritation, impatience, anger, fakeness, etc. not that big of a deal to ME?
(I say ‘to me’ because I can guarantee; it IS a big deal to those who have to live with you. Trust me on this one.)
So, you make the decision, sure - I’ll give it a shot. Well then comes the contract. WHO are you going to listen to? If you’re going to work on your soul, you’re going to be working WITH someone to get the job done.
For ‘there is only ONE Lord, and He does NOT share power!’ (Wisely spoke Gandalf in Lord of the Rings).
So, you need to determine whether you are going to have a Contract with the Only One who can REALLY do the job well - or if you’re going to rely on yourself and your ‘spirituality’… (which, quite frankly is, well… still just yourself).
Stop for a moment and envision how great your house remodeling job would be if you were the one knocking down walls, rerouting plumbing, installing electricity, laying down flooring, tubs, showers, tiling…. And on and on and on.
The mess that you would create at the end would most likely be similar to the mess you make trying to redo your soul using your own ‘spirituality’. We hire experts for a reason. And what works in the natural world, works in the spiritual - and vice versa. God is pretty simple - He doesn’t try to reinvent the world to achieve similar ends - he already has a pretty solid system in place.
But once the ‘contract’ is signed; you need to step up and do your part. Each day there are new decisions: do I read God’s word to determine how to respond to these situations, and to gain the actual power to do so - or just let the world control how I react? Do I learn as much as I can about getting better at living this life - or just bounce along hoping somehow that wisdom will just ‘come' to me? Do I reassess how I’ve been contributing to this mess I call my life, and try to make changes - or just keep throwing the trash on the ground and wondering why I’ve got mice in my kitchen?
Changing a soul for the better takes work; that’s why it’s known as a ‘Renovation’ of the Heart. Let’s face it; I scrubbed that old 1980 Formica and Linoleum as best I could - but it was never going to look new. I even laid some fake looking wax on the floor - but it still looked like linoleum. I was fooling no one; let alone myself.
So, we called in the experts; and now we are days away from walking into a sparkling, bright, beautiful new home. It’s kind of, well… heavenly.
I was in a Christian Zoom class the other day when someone shocked me. It was a woman I had met through the class, and we were discussing our faith walk. She came out with some insane comment like: “Well, Susan, I was never as good as you obviously were when you were young; I just didn’t have any faith like you!”
It was like hearing a person tell you, honestly, that they thought the world was flat. Where ever do you begin?!
But it made me realize that, after 35 years of working on my soul’s renovation - people actually CAN see the difference. Because if they ever gave a description of me now to someone who knew me then - they would both assume they were thinking of 2 completely different people.
And none of the credit is mine - it all goes to my Contractor. Who really does do amazing things with the most pitiful of places - and souls.
So, I ask you, when people ‘open’ the door to your soul - what do they see? Is it the same old thing with a fake veneer of polish that fools no one - or is it sparkling clean with the fingerprints of the only One who can make it, well… perfect?
YOU, and you alone - make the choice.
Reading “The Sermon on the Mount” by Emmet Fox. Our thoughts define us. "For as he thinkest in his heart, so is he." Proverbs 23:7
What and WHO do we believe?
For instance, I see in Scripture that the Pharisees saw actual miracles performed before them; but they were so intent that THEIR view of the Messiah was RIGHT - that they rejected Jesus. Everything he did, they found a reason to criticize. They SO OWNED their own opinions, that they were unable to recognize God when He disagreed with those opinions; and came to set them aright.
Do I not do this? Do we not ALL do this?
I need look no further than the Catholic world today. Tradionalists criticize Vatican 2-ers for ruining the Mass; Vatican 2-ers criticize Traditionalists for being stuck in rigid rituals. Liberal Catholics criticize Conservative Catholics for being too rigid. Conservative Catholics criticize Liberal Catholics for being too loose.
Everyone, EVERYONE, is justified in their own opinions - just like the Pharisees were.
By the way, today we condemn the Pharisees.
Instead, I’m thinking that a new train of thought might be something along the lines of this:
Take for instance the theory that communists infiltrated the Church back in the 50’s and the 60’s - leading to the sex abuse scandal, and resultant liberalism and lack of faith among the clergy and people…
Is God not in charge of HIS Church? Is He not able to make it right? If your toddler made a mess of the playroom - would you throw up your hands in despair? No, and neither does God. Because He also is BIGGER than us; and the messes we make.
We can certainly trust that He will make it all right again. WE just need to love each other; concentrate on Christ who is PRESENT IN US ALL - even those we disagree with; and focus on loving Him. By doing so, you will bring Him to life in others; and in yourself.
And by seeking the Presence and Power of God; you will also reap the benefits of being able to listen to Him and maybe, just maybe, knowing when He wishes you to change your opinion about something. Or when He wishes you to give others who need to change theirs, grace enough to do so in the love they receive from you.
Now the beauty of this thought process is that it can be applied to any theory; and ALL circumstances. So what do we worry about?
Can God not work through Donald Trump?
Can He not work equally through Joe Biden?
Is this world all that matters? If we pass through it with trust and calm assurance that God will bring all things to good - which He Himself PROMISED - does it really matter how we get to the end? If our trust is solid; then our faith will be solid - and we will be solid. In the worst of times; we can still trust that God is bringing it to good. Maybe these ‘worst times’ will be the way He wakes up more people to join us in the Kingdom. If so, Praise God.
But one thing I hope to remember moving forward is this: that those who clung to their own opinions of what God can and can’t do in this world - crucified God when He didn’t meet up to THEIR expectations.
Please Lord, I beg you - don’t let me be among them.
Now that we, as a Nation, seem to be passionately engaged in our quest to find, and root out, all racism; I thought it might be instructive to tell a couple stories illustrating how useful of a tool this is.
The first involves a 6th grade class I taught several years ago. There was a girl in it who had lost her father in the 3rd grade in an accident. She was ‘black’. ‘Sarah’ (not her real name) was out of control in her behavior. She was rude, disruptive and downright assaultive in class. Her entire demeanor was one of disrespect and scorn.
When I spoke up about her behavior, I was told that although it was indeed ‘out of control’; I needed to have compassion on her. ‘She’s black,’ I was informed, ‘and then her father died. Is there any wonder that she is acting out?’ It was essentially implied that, being black, she couldn’t do any better. She was a victim. The tragedy of her father’s death was ‘too much’. She had an older brother who she was living with. He and his wife did everything they could for Sarah. They were an amazing young couple. Yet whenever they would make progress, the school’s ‘compassion’ for her disruptive behavior would set her back once again.
And so, I put up with it all year. So did my poor students who shared classes with her. It was an awful year. I tried everything I could to reach out to this child; racked my brain day and night. On weekends, I searched out activities and lessons that would help build her up; help her realize she was competent and capable of so much more. Her behavior just got worse.
With all the attention Sarah was getting, the other students were somewhat neglected; and so, it wasn’t until near the end of the school year that I was able to have some extra time to spend with ‘Allie’ (not her real name). She was ‘white’. She and her friend came into my room to help during my lunchbreak with something I was setting up for the class. Allie was a quiet, sweet girl with a friendly smile and a helping hand. Although not a stellar student, she tried her hardest; often seeking extra help to do so. She was a joy to have in class.
During this visit, she and her friend discussed their weekend plans. I asked if their parents were going to whatever function they had wanted to attend. Allie said, very quietly, “Oh, my dad died when I was in the 3rd grade. He was in a terrible car accident. So, I’ll just ask my mom.”
And I just stared. Then I gave her a hug, and told her how sorry I was; and how proud I was of her.
The difference ‘compassion’ makes? Allie didn’t know that she was a ‘Victim’; and so, she went on to have a successful and hopeful future. Sarah? By the last quarter of school, she had been kicked out after verbally assaulting the Principal. God only knows what became of her education.
Labeling people as ‘Victims’ of anything is not compassionate; it is cowardice. It just means we don’t want to deal with the human beings they are - and the choices they are making. It means we get to ‘feel good’ about how ‘noble’ we are; while we throw them to the wolves of reality, and the future. It’s cruelty; plain and simple.
My second story is illustrative of how we find racism.
A friend of mine, Jane (not her real name) was at her local bank. She is ‘white’. Every Friday, she goes to cash her paycheck; and she is good friends with the tellers. She tells them how happy she is, looking forward to getting together with her friends that evening, as they meet every Friday for margaritas.
One Friday, Jane went up to her teller-friend. The friend asked how Jane’s week had been; and Jane said: “Horrible! I was so stressed at work, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s Friday, and tonight I meet with my people for margaritas!”
The teller began to chuckle until they both heard an angry voice from the woman next in line. The woman was ‘black’. “Your “people”?!” she exclaimed, “Isn’t that a bit racist?!”
Jane turned to look at her in surprise, and said as politely as she could, “Excuse me?”
The woman responded, “Don’t you think you might have a little too much White Privilege?!!”
Jane tried again, “I don’t think you understand.”
At that, the woman yelled at her, “YOU RACIST BITCH!!” and stormed out.
Jane, and all the other tellers, stood there in shock.
This woman was obviously looking for ‘racism’ everywhere - and guess what? She found it. Even where none existed.
And that’s the lesson of looking for ‘Racism’. You will ALWAYS find it, because we all find what we look for. That is a lesson that has been known since the dawn of time; but for some strange reason - forgotten lately.
And when you ‘find’ it - it will not improve your life. It will destroy it.
Now might be a good time to keep these lessons in mind.
My friends and I were wondering recently why Evangelicals seem to be the only ones who actively evangelize anymore. It’s baffling, but I think I’ve stumbled upon the reason:
It is because they believe in God.
Let me explain. Most Evangelicals grow up reading, learning and memorizing the Bible - i.e. the Word of God. Because of that, I think they know Him a little better. They know his history, his actions, his feelings, his likes and his dislikes. After all, we only know someone exists - when we know him. Evangelicals, having come to know The Word, know Him who calls Himself: “The Word”.
At least enough to believe in Him.
Oh, we other Christians believe in God. That is, we say we do; and then…
We are in the midst of a global pandemic right now. Marxist mobs are roaming about the US; burning and killing. Every day, I receive yet another devastating news clip from someone; bemoaning the state of the world and wondering how we will ever survive. Somehow, I think we forget that God is not in a closet - quivering and shaking with fear.
I think… He’s got this. Yet do we know it?
…Speaking of masks, and hand sanitizers…
The interesting thing about this Pandemic, is discovering that so few people actually believe in God anymore. People are terrified, I mean TERRIFIED, of dying - and I’m talking about the Christians!
Do you know why the ancient Romans converted to Christianity in such huge numbers - when to do so meant death? It was because Christians, unlike every other person on the face of the earth at that time, were not afraid of dying! For some strange reason, Christians seemed to think that dying was not so bad. After all, wasn’t Jesus walking around chatting with his buddies after His death? Wasn’t Paul writing the Corinthians and mocking death with his little ditty: "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" 1 Cor. 15:55
At a time when the authorities could make anyone do anything they wanted for fear of death - they were baffled by Christians who said, in so many words: “Oh yeah? Bring it on, man!”
And what really clinched it is that during the plagues that swept through Rome in the early years of the church; all the Romans fled the city and left the sick - their own family members - behind. Except the Christians. They stayed and physically cared for everyone - Christian or not…
The Pagans took notice.
1,000 years later, Christians were still at it. Even Martin Luther wrote his famous mandate after so many fled yet another plague. In it he laid down the law for Christians in times of plague: “We die at our posts.”
People all throughout history have never seen such fearlessness of death before - and so they want whatever it is that gives Christians that power and confidence - and they flock to Jesus Christ.
Fast forward to today…
Do I really need to say more? I have even seen clergy afraid of dying; yet Jesus himself told us: “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” Matt. 10:28
We and our ministers have abandoned ourselves into the hands of secular leaders, claiming they ‘know best’ for us. Meanwhile, these are the same secular leaders who are slaughtering our unborn children in leaps and bounds.
Really? REALLY? They know BEST for us?!!
I would think that the definition of one who slaughters innocent life, and openly celebrates it, would fall under the category of “One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” But hey, what do I know? Maybe they’re really ‘nice’ people at heart, who actually do ‘care best’ for our 'lives'.
We Christians have in front of us a GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY to convert the billions of people who do not believe in God - and…
We. Are. Missing. It.
Instead, we stand 6 feet away from people who are hurting and terrified, while busily wringing our well-sanitized hands and tightening our masks. At best, we will yell at them for not taking this ‘seriously’.
And we call ourselves “Followers of Christ”. Now that will make you laugh.
I know, I know. It’s not that we are terrified of dying; it’s just that we don’t want to leave behind all those others who depend on us!
But isn’t it great to know that we are so much smarter, and wiser, than God? I mean, if He were to bring us back home to heaven today - how in the world would He be able to figure out how to care for all those in our charge? I bet He’s so grateful He has us to handle that one for him. Otherwise, He’d be back in that closet - quivering and shaking in fear.
Or how about this one: “I’m not ready to go yet.”
Why, is our place better than His?
“In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” Sound familiar? It should; Jesus told us that.
Was He lying? Is His place really worse than ours? Do we live in ‘many mansions’ here? Is our city made of pure gold?
“Then I saw New Jerusalem, that holy city, coming down from God in heaven… and the city was made of pure gold, clear as crystal.” Rev. 21: 2, 18.
Again, do we KNOW God? Maybe, but do we BELIEVE?
I heard a Seminarian state it beautifully recently when someone asked him, with trembling voice, “Why, oh WHY, is God allowing all this to happen?!!”
Without missing a beat, the seminarian said, “Because He wouldn’t have it any other way.” Now that brought things to a dead stop.
But then he explained that God gives us free will, and in doing that - He shows how much He loves us. And as my Evangelical friends would say, ‘don’t worry’ - because God tells us in His Word that no matter what we do with that ‘free will’; He then “works all things out for those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
Not some things; but ALL things. I don’t know; but I guess that’s cause He’s GOD - ya think?
So, (follow my logic here), if God works ALL things out for good according to His Purpose - then what might that ‘purpose’ be?
Well, whatya know - He’s already told us.
“For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior; who desires all people to be saved and to come to full knowledge of the truth.” (1 Tim. 2:3-4)
So, if God can use a Marxist Mob to save people & bring them to the full knowledge of the truth - should I be biting my nails in dread - OR shaking my head in joyful wonder at His Power and ability to turn even THAT on its head? Shouldn’t we be waiting with amused excitement to see how He works this one out? Shouldn’t we be telling our friends that we knew He was good - but wow - this one takes the cake! It’s like waiting for the fireworks show: it’s going to be glorious, and it’s going to take our breath away; but it sure as shootin’ isn’t going to worry us to death.
You know, we forget. Remember a guy named Moses? Well, sure, the wonders done in Egypt were pretty impressive; but that’s not what struck fear into the heart of every other nation on earth at the time. What terrified them is that when the Israelites were flat up against the Red Sea, with the Egyptians breathing down on them like a Marxist Mob - God split the freaking Sea in HALF - and had them march right through it!
Oh; and then He wiped out all the arrogant Egyptians while He was at it.
You know how they say, “Don’t Mess with Texas”? Well, not even a Texan could pull that one off.
Now here’s a News Flash - That God is the same one who has our back today. “Jesus Christ never changes! He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” Heb. 13:8; and, “Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers: all good giving and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no alteration or shadow caused by ... change.” James 1:16-17.
God has not changed - heck, He hasn’t even gotten a day older; and that ‘Red Sea Incident’ happened over 3,000 years ago! We, on the other hand, can’t even seem to cover our grey after 60 years; and we’re supposed to trust in ourselves?
And so, there is a true danger in absorbing and staying on top of every single negative thing happening today. It’s that we are focusing on the wrong thing. We are focusing on what the humans are doing - and not looking for what God is doing.
Because, as once again the Evangelicals will tell us: He is doing something!
“Jesus said to them, "My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working."” John 5:17
So, do those constant negative updates make us say this?
“Oh, my goodness, what is the name of the leaders of BLM? Let me fall to my knees right now and storm heaven for them!”
Or does it make us say this:
“What a bunch of horrible, awful, idiots!”
If the answer is the latter - then we should probably stop getting and sending constant updates. For the devil obviously has more than enough people already doing his work, and spreading his outlook, in the world today…
There are a couple scenes in that Godly epic: The Lord of the Rings (written by a Catholic, and based on the Gospel message), that I will close with. The first involves Boromir, the Prince of Gondor. The forces of the enemy have been rising for quite some time, and he has been worrying about them. And so, he tells Aragorn (who we later discover represents Jesus) about a conversation with the Queen of the Elves:
“She said to me, “even now there is hope left”; but I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope… and our people lose faith”
With that outlook, and sense of despair, it is easy to see why Boromir falls into evil later; and allows the dark powers of the ring to overtake him. But as is usual with ‘dark powers’ - they end up killing him. As he lay dying, he turns once again to Aragorn and says:
“It is over, the world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness, and my city to ruin.”
But Aragorn responds from the position of trust and faith he maintains to the end: “I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you - I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.”
And it was then that Boromir, formerly frightened, says, “I would have followed you! My brother, my Captain, my King!”
That’s what frightened people do to one who has faith in something, or rather, Someone - bigger than themselves. They follow him; because we all seek courage. There was a time in history; when Christians used to have, and to give, that courage… a time in history, when they used to KNOW, and to BELIEVE in, God.
Aragorn went on to fight in many more battles in his (ultimately successful) effort to save Middle Earth. In one of the most hopeless, a young boy, ‘Haleth, son of Hama’, is expected to fight as there are so few men who could. Noticing his fear, Aragorn called to him. In despair, young Haleth responded: “The men say, “we will not live out the night. It is hopeless.””
Yet once again Aragorn, knowing the real power of the Light, said in reply: “This is a good sword, Haleth, son of Hama.” In other words, he noted that - just like we have the Holy Spirit - the boy already had the weapon with which to fight. Then, laying his hand on the boy’s shoulder and bending over to look him in the eye, Aragorn said: “There is always Hope.”
This is the Message that Christians need to give. Yet it is a message that one can only give - when one knows WHO we worship, and that the One we worship has never lost a battle.
If Christians have not read the bible, and therefore lack that sure knowledge - there is still hope because we have among us those who have read The Word. Indeed, we have among us those who have made it their life’s profession to do so.
Therefore, most importantly of all; this is the message that our Shepherd’s need to give. For if they have also given in to fear - then only God can save us.
That is, of course, if we even still believe in God.
I pray you do. After all - He believes in you.
“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.” Jesus - John 16:33
For so long I have heard of the ‘wonders’ of modern man. Our intelligence, our military, our education, our science, our media - let’s face it: our extraordinary advancements that so many seem to think we just acquired through our own power and knowledge.
Problem is: we forgot who REALLY gave us these abilities - and who REALLY should have been getting the praise all along. So, I guess He just felt the need to help us - remember…
We in the West have the most advanced Military ever known to man! Every nation and all peoples shudder to think of its firepower - and its ability to use that firepower to destroy everything they hold dear. And yet now it sits floating in the water like a dead bug. Entire aircraft carriers brought to a screeching halt by a virus germ. Other ships too afraid to go into port - not afraid of terrorists, but of a germ.
We have the most advanced educational system! People come from all over the world to be brainwashed, I mean, educated, in our schools. We have Harvard! We have Yale! Both initially formed to teach ministers about Christ - now they mock Him, and those who still follow Him. Universities think that shows how independent and intelligence they are. THEY will change the world through Education; and destroy the ignorance and stupidity of people who still believe in something as foolish as ‘God’. Truly, the ‘best’ education system of all time!
Only problem is that now: all schools are closed.
We have the most advanced medicine! Why we can create life in test tubes; and take life away in abortion clinics. We OWN life! That is, until a little virus germ came along, and now we can do nothing to protect against it; or to save one with it. Our medicine is exposed for the fraud it is, compared to the power of God - who actually DOES own Life.
And Science! Science will SAVE the world! It is well on its way. We are so advanced that we can even create half human / half animal creatures - and pat ourselves on the back. We are even going to save the earth! We are so special and incredible that we have actually doomed it with our all-powerful inventions; but no worry - like the Super Heroes we all watch on TV - we will rush in and save creation. Thank God for US! Truly he must need us on the job…
Except that now science can’t even figure out how to stop a little virus germ.
But nonetheless, don’t forget that we have such an amazing culture & government! The best in the world! We have brought our knowledge everywhere, and improved the lives of all those simple, ignorant people who still waited on, and trusted in, a ‘God’ to do it for them. We have shown them the foolishness of their ways. And we have improved their lives by showing them that it is better to kill unborn life, then to let those children ‘waste’ their resources. Truly, our wisdom amazes even us!
Except that now in this time of crisis, our culture and those in government can think of nothing better to do then attack each other; and hamstring efforts to bring relief.
And lastly, let’s not forget the Media! The power of the Free Press changes the world! We expose prejudice (even where none exists!). We convince people of the rightness of our ways; and the error of theirs. We are so happy and so proud to enable our intelligence and knowledge to be broadcast all over the world through the use of our amazing Free Press.
Except that the Press is no longer free. It simply does the bidding of whoever ‘owns’ it; and tells lies to the world to support its side of the story. It watches as lives are destroyed; and even prides itself on doing the destroying. Each night on television, people are horrified to see how ignorant journalists really are - and how loaded with vice, pride and ugliness. They care for nothing, except themselves.
And everyone knows it.
In fact, pretty much everything we have boasted about, inflated ourselves for, and insolently used to claim there was no God - has been turned back on us. And has come crashing down.
Remember the 1st Tower of Babel?
“At one time, the whole Earth spoke the same language. It so happened that as they moved out of the east, they came upon a plain in the land of Shinar and settled down. They said to one another, “Come, let’s make bricks and fire them well.” They used brick for stone and tar for mortar.
Then they said, “Come, let’s build ourselves a city and a tower that reaches HEAVEN. Let’s make ourselves FAMOUS so we won’t be scattered here and there across the Earth.”
GOD came down to look over the city and the tower those people had built. GOD took one look and said, “one people, one language; why, this is only a first step. No telling what they’ll come up with next — they’ll stop at nothing! Come, we’ll go down and garble their speech so they won’t understand each other.”
Then GOD scattered them from there all over the world. And they had to quit building the city. That’s how it came to be called Babel, because there GOD turned their language into “babble.” From there GOD scattered them all over the world.”
Genesis 11:1-9, The Message
Funny, how people say that history repeats itself. It sure does, especially if you don’t learn from it. In our arrogance we have forgotten, once again, that it is God who deserves the Praise and the Wonder of HIS spectacular abilities and plans. He is simply gracious enough to share them with us.
And what is amusing is the way that He has ‘rubbed it in’. We deny a God, because He cannot be ‘seen’. Christian’s claim He can be seen by the effects in one’s life - but that is not ‘good enough’ for our advanced society. Yet today our ‘advanced society’ sits quivering in our homes because of a virus bug that cannot be seen - but only witnessed by the effects in one’s life.
And who says that God doesn’t have a sense of humor…?
Hopefully, moving forward, we will remember this lesson. Otherwise, we may relive another part of the Bible: the scary part where Jesus says: “See; you have been made well. Now stop sinning, or something worse may happen to you.” John 5:14.
I stood looking at the sunrise this morning. First the light tint of pink in the sky. Gradually the deepening rose color. The clouds looked like they had been dipped in paint - and it was spreading. Patiently, I waited - and there it was, the pink orb just peeking above the horizon. Rays of light shot through the clouds, illuminating them more and more. And all I could think was: “Thank you Lord. Thank you for eyes that can see. Thank you for eyes that can see THIS!”
Immediately, I remembered (or did He whisper it to me?) that my eyes have seen some pretty awful things too. And I realized something: if I want to see beauty, then I will have to put up with ugliness.
Because vision means that you see; and this world is not all pretty. There’s no ‘turn-off’ feature. To accept the part, means I must accept the whole. Eyes that can see ‘pretty’, means they can also see … everything. And it ain’t all pretty.
I thought about that further. I was just speaking with a friend last night whose heart has been broken by some things her daughter said. Now her daughter loves her, and she loves her daughter. They have had a wonderful life together; but right now - there are some disagreements.
And so, their relationship is not all, 100%, ‘pretty’ right now.
But if she wanted to remove the ugly - she’d have to remove the pretty too. She’d have to remove her daughter’s entire life from the equation. Because that is simply the way of this world - it ain’t all pretty.
Isn’t that simply the way life is?
And why don’t I remember it…?
I do a lot of complaining. Right now, my hip has been hurting me; and did I mention my elbow? I’ve been kayaking - and I discovered that kayaking is wonderful. The peacefulness, the beauty, the fish - all of it is pretty special.
Except for the pain in my elbow which takes all of about, oh say - 5 minutes - before I remember it is there. And once again, there’s the ugly - in the beauty.
Not to mention walking, and my hip. It really takes some of the ‘fun’ out of my walk. It makes me reflect on my life - and the fact that part of it is not going according to (my) plan… Who knew that my body would not last forever? How fair is THAT?!!
But it’s easy to forget that my body has been my faithful companion for all these long years. Rarely complaining, always functioning. Well, now it’s starting to get a little worn down. So, do I focus on the ugly - or remain grateful for the pretty?
When I was given this body, I was given all of it. The energy, and the lack of it. The agility, and the lack of it. The hormones, and the lack of them.
But the only solution to this problem is to have not had a body at all. And what fun would that have been…?
Indeed, the same can be said about my life; about this world; about love; about friendships - yes, even about politics! I can’t take the part without the whole - and the whole ain’t all pretty.
I think that the sooner I learn, and remember, this lesson; the sooner peace will remain in my heart and soul - and the sooner I will realize that this is the best chance I’ve got in this world, of finding ‘pretty’ more often than ‘ugly’.
Mary Magdalene stands outside the tomb, weeping. First the angels ask: “Woman, why are you weeping?”
Even seeing angels doesn’t stop her tears.
She turns and sees Jesus, and He asks, “Woman, WHY are you weeping?”
She thought he was the gardener. She doesn’t look any further in her own version of reality. In her version of reality - all is lost. Jesus is lost. The future is lost. Hope is lost.
Granted, she has seen some pretty terrible things in the last couple days. The man she loved and thought would redeem her world and save her people was savagely, horrifically, brutally - put to death. And so she is still ruminating on that tragedy; on that loss.
So much so, that she doesn’t see the Power of God right in front of her. She doesn’t take notice of 2 angels - what, like we see them every day? She doesn’t even recognize Jesus when he is standing next to her - asking questions.
She is consumed with her loss; with her version of reality.
Oh, how often I do this! How often I allow myself to descend into doubt, then discouragement, then despair. How often I tell myself that all is lost - even when the Risen Lord is standing right in front of me. As he always is.
That is actually a tenant of my faith. I claim to believe it every Sunday when I pray it out in Mass. But darn if my own version of reality doesn’t win out over and over again when I’m not in a Church pew singing Hallelujahs…
Do I really think that God is NOT able? Do I really think that something, ANYTHING, in my life is outside of his ability? Indeed, quite frequently I realize that I mix the two of us up. Me, with my pea-brain, seems overwhelmingly in control - and God, the Creator of the Universe, stands beside me wringing His hands in worry.
But thankfully, so often when I can’t get over myself, the Lord just finally has it and says out Loud: “Mary!”. (Or in my case, “Susan!”) “I AM; and I am RIGHT HERE! Give me a break!!!”
Like Mary, I am always so thankful when He does. Because only when Truth breaks through my illusions; does my heart finally rest in peace.
As Mother Elvira Petrozzi says: Easter is the “feast of feet that run.” Everyone goes to the tomb sad, discouraged and despairing. And they leave in excitement RUNNING. Running to tell the world that hope is NEVER lost, discouragement is ridiculous and despair is just plain silly.
Jesus is Risen. Indeed, He is standing right in front of us.
I have had 3 dreams that have seemed very prophetic to me - at the time, and still today. The first one occurred, I think, before 9/11; because I remember thinking that part of my dream had foreseen something of that. However, I remember living in Chester when I had it; so it would have been sometime after 1998 and before 2007. I know that I have it written down somewhere; but it is in one of my journals up in VA, which I don’t have access to search for now. When I do, I’ll look it up; but for now, this is what I remember of it.
I was outside and suddenly I looked up and saw the moon fall out of the sky. I remember thinking how strange it was, that the moon had just fallen out of the sky with a ‘thud’. Then I think I saw other celestial bodies falling down also - again, with a simple thud - like no big deal. I just marveled at it all.
The next thing I remember from the dream was being in a giant room. It was kind of like a ski resort, with an absolutely HUGE 3 or 4 story window in the shape of a triangle. The room was like an auditorium, but with no seats, etc. Just a giant room. There were seemingly hundreds of people there milling about, and we were something like refugees.
(I’m pretty sure that in the dream there were army trucks, soldiers, etc. around seeming to be maintaining order and gathering people together in this room. There was almost an ominous feeling to it, as more army trucks, tanks, etc. rumbled by. However, this part of the dream I’m not as sure about; I need to look it up again. I’m not sure if it was from a different dream.)
Anyway, I was standing at this massive window, and suddenly I saw a star falling from the sky. It was coming right at us! I was standing at the window, pointing up at it and calling to the people around to see it. It came closer and closer and closer and suddenly, right as it got within range, I saw that it was an angel of light - and she was flying down right at me. I was standing there pointing with my finger up, and she was pointing with her finger down. She then flew right to me, and her finger touched mine.
At that moment, when she touched my finger, I suddenly shouted out to everyone who was there. And this is what I shouted:
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
I still remember touching her finger in the dream, and shouting that out as loud as I could. I actually DID shout it out while sleeping - and I woke myself up! I had no idea where these words came from; but thought I had seen them somewhere in the bible. I’m not sure how, but eventually I came to find them in 2 Chronicles 7:14.
2nd DREAM: Sept. 30, 2012
This was taken from my journal; I then wrote about it in a blog post:
The agitation had been growing for some time. One after another report of yet another legal, and often governmental, attack against Christianity - and all in Western nations. The very places that Christianity had built - all were turning on their mother. And it was in the name of 'freedom' and 'tolerance'. Few seemed to realize it was 'freedom' to enslavement by sin, and 'tolerance' of evil.
And that's what had my agitation growing. How could I tell people? There were SO MANY - what could be done to turn them around??!!!! They grasped so tightly to their sin; it was the new normal for them. My warnings were not heeded - indeed, they were spurned... My agitation grew.
And then God sent me the dream.
In it, I was following a huge, towering man. He appeared to be drunk and oblivious to his surroundings and situation. Two men, evil men, were stalking him. In my dream, I believed that they were waiting to get him alone so that they could sodomize him. They appeared well dressed, alert, conniving, canny.
I tried to warn the man, but he was too drunk to listen - just fumbling, tottering around. I tried to warn all those around, all those I passed as I followed the stumbling giant of a man - but no one would listen or pay attention. The men stalking him eyed me warily. They knew... that I knew.
I continued for a long time - following behind, trying to get help. No one would listen, no one wanted me there. Finally, I stopped following. From a hilltop, I watched as the men coaxed the giant man into a house. I was helpless to stop it.
I turned away. When I looked back, I saw the giant man. He was back on the street, stumbling on the sidewalk. His pants were down around his knees and the two men were gleefully raping him at will...
In my dream, I tried then to call for help, but the phone was old, ancient - it did not work. I thought that if I could only get the police there to see it - the man would be saved. Yet even then, something told me that no one would care. It was too late. Even the drunk giant of a man had not come to his senses. He kept crying out, "Get OFF of me!!!", but offered no defense. He never tried to fight back. Still drunk, still stumbling - a wounded, confused bear of a man. I grew concerned for my own safety - I left.
And then I woke up. The dream was so real, so awful, that it took me a few moments to get my bearings. I then asked God - what in the world was THAT about??!! The knowledge immediately came to me - it was America.
And at that moment I knew: the giant man was MY country. No matter what I would, or could, do - no one will heed my warnings - they will not turn back...
Minutes later, while driving to Eucharistic Adoration for my 5:00 am slot, the words "Woe, Woe is Babylon" came to my mind over and over again. I could not get them to stop. I realized later that this also was in the Bible, Revelations 18.
In Adoration, God spoke to me further. He showed me that I am just one small child - and that I am trying to stop a giant that will not listen. In frustration, I said to Him, "but it is my nation."
He immediately; sadly and softly, said back, "and they are MY people."
Tears came to my eyes as I realized the pain in the heart of God. And I heard two words - "Free Will".
I then realized that - not even GOD would make them turn back. He so honors our free will. Why in the world, therefore, did I think that I could make them? God already saved the world - but will not violate our own free will to MAKE us choose that salvation. Perhaps it was time for me to give up my own agitation at being unable to do so. Am I stronger, and wiser, than God?!!
With that, God showed me the image of the child on the beach. We've all heard the story. A child is on a beach covered with millions of starfish washed ashore. As he walks down the beach, he keeps leaning over, picking one up and tossing it back into the sea. An adult comes by and watches for a few minutes. The adult then tells the child - "Why are you wasting your time?! You cannot possibly make a difference!!!" The child wordlessly leans over, picks up another starfish and flings it back into the sea. He then turns and says to the adult, "made a difference to THAT one..."
And so that is what I can do. I can make a difference - one at a time. I can make a difference to the ones God places in my path. And I can give the rest - along with my agitation - to God.
1 After these things, I saw another angel coming down out of the sky, having great authority. The earth was illuminated with his glory.
2 He cried with a mighty voice, saying, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, and she has become a habitation of demons, a prison of every unclean spirit, and a prison of every unclean and hateful bird!
3 For all the nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her sexual immorality, the kings of the earth committed sexual immorality with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from the abundance of her luxury.”
4 I heard another voice from heaven, saying, “Come out of her, my people, that you have no participation in her sins, and that you don’t receive of her plagues,
5 for her sins have reached to the sky, and God has remembered her iniquities.
6 Return to her just as she returned, and repay her double as she did, and according to her works. In the cup which she mixed, mix to her double.
7 However much she glorified herself, and grew wanton, so much give her of torment and mourning. For she says in her heart, ‘I sit a queen, and am no widow, and will in no way see mourning.’
8 Therefore in one day her plagues will come: death, mourning, and famine; and she will be utterly burned with fire; for the Lord God who has judged her is strong.
9 The kings of the earth, who committed sexual immorality and lived wantonly with her, will weep and wail over her, when they look at the smoke of her burning,
10 standing far away for the fear of her torment, saying, ‘Woe, woe, the great city, Babylon, the strong city! For your judgment has come in one hour.’
3rd Dream: July 23, 2017
What a dream I had! I woke and felt I had to write it down immediately, that it was God telling me how we were to survive the coming storm!
I was in a house which was my ‘home’, yet I was among my birth family. I began to notice these, at first invisible, bugs - or something in the air that was flying around. I would catch them in my peripheral vision - but no one else could see them. Then I actually found one. It was a worm type thing and I grabbed it in my hand. As I held it, it grew bigger and bigger and turned into an angry small creature - something like a cross between a person and a bee. It was about the size of my hand. My brother Kerry was there and saw it - he then began believing that something very strange was going on. My dad and mom were just confused; as he began to recognize the threat, my dad seemed as though he was preparing to defend the home, but I’m not sure as the dream changed.
It seemed that this first part was a long part of the dream - these things slowly materializing and few believing it until they were blatantly visible. It was like a scary movie; sensing this evil thing was out there and no one believing me.
Then the next part of the dream had them everywhere. They were attacking, and stinging, everyone. No one could escape. They were everywhere. The air was thick with them, like clouds of mosquitos that one sees occasionally today. But slowly something became clear - Christians were not being stung. In this part of the dream, I was in another house, and it was me and other Christians. I sensed they were Protestant and/or Catholic - there was no real demarcation - they were just people who believed and proclaimed Jesus as Savior. We began to realize that no stinging creatures were in our home! I was walking around singing out “Praise God, Praise God, Praise God, Praise God, Praise God; Alleluia…” - the tune that Jackie taught me. It seemed to be many students with me - like a Focus group or something. No real ‘relations’ other than believers in Christ. We were all amazed and praising God.
At one point we were driving down the road in a car - people everywhere were trying to get away from these things. The cars were plastered with them, as you would see dead bugs on a windshield. There was heavy traffic, and people were borderline panicking. Yet although our car was a convertible - there were no creatures around us or attacking us. I was just seeing and reflecting on the terror and panic of all others. One woman seemed to be driving backwards down the road in hopes of escaping; but then I realized she was just driving behind us so it looked like she was going backwards. That’s how much detail was in this dream - it was like watching a movie it was so realistic.
Then people began coming to us in our house. They were trying to get away from the stinging creatures and they could see that we were protected somehow. They began pouring in, but as they did the stinging creatures were coming in with them and continuing to sting them. Then I said that it was obvious that the house alone would not protect them - they had to profess faith in Jesus Christ and be baptized in order to be saved from the stinging creatures. Since it was so obvious that we - who did believe - were being protected, they all readily agreed. As we were preparing to baptize, I woke up.
It was a slow, groggy awakening unlike my usual wide-awakeness, and I knew I had to write this down right away - I sensed that this was from God and it was his assurance that it would be alright. As I tend to worry about the future, I felt that this was given to me to show that we would be protected. If we are believers in Christ, we need not fear - regardless of what is coming. And that we will be quite busy baptizing new believers!
As I was writing this, I seemed to remember there being something in the bible about stinging creatures and so I looked it up - Revelation 9
Revelation 9: 1-11
1 The fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star from the sky which had fallen to the earth. The key to the pit of the abyss was given to him.
2 He opened the pit of the abyss, and smoke went up out of the pit, like the smoke from a burning furnace. The sun and the air were darkened because of the smoke from the pit.
3 Then out of the smoke came forth locusts on the earth, and power was given to them, as the scorpions of the earth have power.
4 They were told that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree, but only those people who don’t have God’s seal on their foreheads.
5 They were given power not to kill them, but to torment them for five months. Their torment was like the torment of a scorpion, when it strikes a person.
6 In those days people will seek death, and will in no way find it. They will desire to die, and death will flee from them.
7 The shapes of the locusts were like horses prepared for war. On their heads were something like golden crowns, and their faces were like people’s faces.
8 They had hair like women’s hair, and their teeth were like those of lions.
9 They had breastplates, like breastplates of iron. The sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots, or of many horses rushing to war.
10 They have tails like those of scorpions, and stings. In their tails they have power to harm men for five months.
11 They have over them as king the angel of the abyss. His name in Hebrew is “Abaddon,” but in Greek, he has the name “Apollyon.”
I thought of my local Church this morning. The massive Cross on top of it was found to be cracking with no hope of repair. It was taken down less than a month ago. Then a friend reminded me yesterday of the fire of Notre Dame on April 15, 2019. Now the stopping of Masses. And I realized that perhaps the Lord is speaking to us - once again - of the condition of our HEARTS; not our appearances.
“I desire Mercy, Not Sacrifice.” Matt. 9:13
In this time of great anger and upheaval; perhaps He is striking home that reality. Social Media leaves us so very critical - so Judging. Yet we are doing all of it with our limited knowledge. We see something, we hear something - no matter that we have limited knowledge of what is the intent behind it - what is the condition of the HEART of the person. We don't know.
But we judge nonetheless.
He desires MERCY, not SACRIFICE.
Perhaps the removal of the exterior shows of devotion and faith right now - are simply to remind us all of this.
But Jesus, in the gospel today, takes this lesson even further. As He walked the roads of Israel, he saw a man blind from birth. The disciples asked: “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”
Jesus answered, “Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him.” (John 9:1-41)
NEITHER HE NOR HIS PARENTS SINNED.
So, in other words. He had no fault. He had spent his life as a social outcast. His parents had lived with a blind child, and now a blind adult - with all in the community judging them as ‘sinners’ - which was the thought process back then. (Are ours any different now? Are they not simply the way our culture ‘thinks’? Are they more correct? I would argue: No.)
But back to the poor blind man. A life of difficulty - a life of the community smugly assuming that they know ‘why’ (some hidden sin in the family). And yet - WHAT WAS THE TRUTH?
The truth was something that absolutely NO ONE could ever know.
It was done so that when Jesus showed up on that road, in that place and in that time, He could demonstrate the power and works of God. So that many, many more could believe - and be saved.
As it was for Joseph in the Old Testament. When his brothers asked if he would kill them due to them selling him into slavery as a young man, Joseph wept. Then he said, “Fear not, for am I in the place of God? As for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today.”
Why do we only assume that ‘good’ actions are from God?
When my son Bobby was a toddler, he swallowed a bottle of Tylenol. I then spent about a week in the hospital with him (my husband Bob, as usual in the Navy, was far from home). They gave Bobby the antidote, but had to keep checking his blood to make sure his liver did not die. He was a baby, and struggled and screamed each time they came at him with needles. I simply stood there by his side, crying. I could have stopped it - but if I did, there was a chance he would die. But in his mind, all he knew was that he was in pain, I was there, and I was doing nothing to help him.
I think that most of us would realize that I was still a loving mother. I was trying to save him.
Why do we think less of God?
And so I’ll share one last reflection I have had recently. During this Lent, I’ve been working through a Lenten Healing program - looking for things that are impeding the Joy of the Spirit from operating more intensely in my life. The topic of Abandonment came up, and I remembered and relived 2 of the most painful times in my life.
The first was when Bob and I left behind our home, my law practice, our friends and families to get our children out of a body & soul killing environment. Everything we had ever worked for was gone; and the future of our family was not looking too great either. But we felt God needed us to do it - so we left and started over. We moved to a more faith & family friendly part of the country - a place teeming with economic growth also - so that we could still try to attain our life of a happy family living all around us till we are old and grey.
10 years later, we had to give that up too.
And so the second most painful moment was when our daughter, son-in-law and grandchild got on a plane, and flew across the entire country to begin a new life far from us. Within 2 years - all the rest got their own calls from God, and were gone. I was left bereft, with zero idea of what to do or where to go. My future dreams had been ground to dust; yet, I let them go without temper tantrums, without complaint, without guilting them into staying. How could I fight against God?
Well, I did complain to Him quite a bit and one day, I guess, He had just “had it”. He responded with this:
“All these years, what has been your prayer to me regarding your children?”
I, of course, responded immediately. “I asked that you make my children lights for Christ in the World.”
“And how,” He continued, “are they expected to do that… if they are sitting and illuminating YOUR living room?!!!”
I guess I had no intelligent response - hard to have one when arguing with the Creator of the Universe.
But back to the present. In the midst of reliving these moments, it occurred to me. What were the 2 things that Abraham did that were 'credited to him as righteousness'?
1. Moving his family to an unknown land and future; trusting only in God
2. Offering up his son to God's Plan, trusting only in Him.
So, of course, in my pride I lit up like a lightbulb and instantly thought that I was a SAINT!!!
Until I went to Mass, and He showed me the whole story. He showed me that even this - even actions that were saintly, were not my own doing. All these things that I could take pride for - were NOT my own doing. They were the result of the actions, etc. that God had allowed to happen in my life - FOR SPECIFICALLY THESE PURPOSES.
Growing up in my home, I learned to hide my feelings; to be numb to pain. I learned to do what had to be done to protect those around me, without contemplating the awfulness of the immediate situation. That ability (defense mechanism) is what allowed me to remain quiet and to ignore the growing pain and panic in my life as these events unfolded. That freedom (i.e., inability to do otherwise) in my actions gave us and our children the ability to do God’s will in theirs…
So even my GREATEST actions in THIS life - were orchestrated by God. And those actions were the result of terrible things done to, and awful things experienced by, me for years upon years in my early life. Truly, I can remember thinking during that time: ‘Where are you God?!!! Why don’t you HELP me?!!!’
And Jesus answered my questions over 2000 ago, “…it is so that the works of God might be made visible through (us).” (John 9:1-41)
Today, our children are at the forefront of the Spiritual Battle. They are carrying the Light of Christ everywhere they go - in fact, they are running before the immense hurting crowd - encouraging them to follow. God is working his Will in all things.
And “We know that He works all things for GOOD for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose.”…
We forget eternity. If we suffer for 10, 20, 50, 80 years in this life - but that suffering ensures that other eternal souls will be in heaven with us FOR ALL TIME - is that not worth it?
So why do we worry? Do we not know that He is working everything; EVERYTHING; out according to his Plan? Coronavirus, Politics, Moves, Jobs, Deaths, EVERYTHING."
We all have a Good Father, and like a Good Father - He is in charge. That is something we all need to remember right now; lest we hear Jesus say to us also: “If you were blind, you would have no sin; but now you are saying, ‘We see,’ (i.e. we know better than God what is really going on - hence WE can judge!), so your sin remains.”
Ashley and Susan
Two women asking the world to not just hope, but to Hope in Love.