So yesterday, I lost a child, a 2 year old child. Something is just not right about that, but it happened. Quick to lose, what seemed like forever to find. 20 minutes is forever in a mother's heart. Vincent is a wanderer, he had no intention of being lost. In his mind he was not lost. It was no big deal to him. He was on his own, and perfectly fine with that. His mother however was not.
And that is life. How often do we go off exploring on our own, separated from our Father. And to us, it's no big deal. We think we are fine. We don't see the danger with our independence. But He still gives us boundaries to keep us safe and hunts for us until we are found and back home again.
'Father, forgive us, for we know not what we do.'
Luke 15:1-7 Then Jesus told them this parable: "Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent."
Yes, things are getting a bit more intense on the pitch!
Vincent's cheekbone bruises are beginning to fade from Saturday's pick-up game with the big kids; but the lessons live on!
There are many times in our game of life that we have a choice to play hard and do the right thing. Many of those times we take a bit of a beating. We're like grapes tossed into the wine-press; trodden upon and bruised. For what reason? To be made into the finest wine! Jesus gives us the ultimate example of giving it our all: beaten and bruised to become a pleasing offering to God. It's not particularly enjoyable, but I guess God knows what He's doing. All we need to do is thank Him for the opportunity to suffer, offer that suffering as a prayer, and allow Him to transform us.
When I first saw this picture, one that a child of mine took, it was a bit eerie for me. It really looks like Christopher's riding in a driverless vehicle. I thank the child that took this picture, because it's makes me reflective. On my road of life, who's doing the driving? Is it me, or should I be letting go and trusting someone I can't always see?
If we are to be like children, we can't make this trip on our own. A lot of times, we'll feel like we are facing backwards. Along the ride, we'll be happy, playful, sad, tired, and hungry. Like any good parent, God will provide for us. Our duty is to trust that everything is going to be ok.
As it began to rain on our van, John declared from the back of the 'tank', "We've got Air Support!"
I replied back, "What did you say?"
John, "Yeah, we've got air support, the rain is dropping like bombs!"
Which made me think: Yeah, we do have Air Support! Heaven sends us Air Support! When we are on the brink of despair, Air Support can be called in to give assistance to us on the ground crew. They've got a better view of things up there! And with Heaven's assistance, it's amazing how industrious we become! As the Air Support flies in, each droplet/water bomb makes up the communion of saints and angels working to help wipe out the enemy and assist in cleansing us!
"I have told you these things that you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Mom: "Let's name the sacraments to remember how many there are."
Boy: "Which ones are the sacraments again?"
Mom: (Describing baptism...)
Boy: (with a hint of pride)"Oh yeah, Eucharist!
Mom: "Good!" (but then tells what Eucharist is and hints to describe baptism again)
Boy: "1st Communion, 2nd Communion. (pause, then counting on fingers) Eucharist, 1st Communion, 2nd Communion. That's 3!"
"You must never give up! There are wounded souls out there who need you. Don't leave them behind, soldier!"
--Fr. John Corapi
Prayer for Priests
O Jesus our great High Priest, hear my humble prayers on behalf of your priests. Give them a deep faith, a bright and firm hope and a burning love which will ever increase in the course of his priestly life.
In his loneliness, comfort him. In his sorrows, strengthen him. In his frustrations, point out to him that it is through suffering that the soul is purified, and show him that he is needed by the church, he is needed by souls, he is needed for the work of redemption.
O loving Mother Mary, Mother of Priests, take to your heart your son who is close to you because of his priestly ordination, and because of the power which he has received to carry on the work of Christ in a world which needs him so much.
Be his comfort, be his joy, be his strength, and especially help him to live and to defend the ideals of consecrated celibacy.
Daily Mass Readings
The Use of Writing
"A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul."
I am a wife, and mother to 12 children. My family teaches me more about life than I ever could have imagined! My greatest challenge in life is fulfilling my duties as wife and mother: gently, joyfully and diligently.