Put It To Work 28

Put It To Work 28

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Another Monday means another opportunity to swap prayer intentions and start “putting them to work” for one another!

Here are my prayer intentions for this week:

  • That I overcome my habit of anger
  • That Walt has a blessed 4th birthday
  • That we have a smooth transition into summer
  • For those with high-risk pregnancies or are struggling with infertility
  • For those who are unemployed or underemployed, that they find meaningful work soon
  • For safe travels for all those traveling over Memorial Day weekend

Your turn! What prayer intentions can I “put to work” for you this week? As always, I will add them to my prayer journal and pray for you by name throughout the week–especially during my morning prayers. Please share your intentions in the comment box below, on the blog Facebook page, or send them to me via the blog contact form. Thank you in advance for your prayers.

Have a great week!

Rethinking How We Archive Family Memories

Rethinking How We Archive Family Memories

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For Mother’s Day, I decided to transfer my parents’ VHS home videos to DVDs.  I made the trip to Omaha to get the tapes from Mom and Dad’s house.  Dad found the box of VHS tapes stored in the basement and made arrangements for me to pick it up before Mom got home from work.  The box contained roughly 2 dozen VHS tapes with 2 hours of footage on each tape.  The dates ranged from the mid-seventies to 2002.   Thanks to our neighbor’s VHS transfer machine, I was able to begin the fun part from the comfort of our family room.

The VHS tapes weren’t labeled.  They simply said things like, “Tape 13 1:58.”  I could have just dropped off the VHS tapes at a store and had a stranger convert the tapes, but I’ve never been one to do things the easy way.  Besides, I wanted this endeavor to be worth the effort.  To me, that meant viewing each VHS tape, stopping and starting the film between different events, and noting what was happening in each event with the year.  That way, when I transferred them to DVD, each event would be a new scene that we could find with the click of a button.  No more fast forwarding.  No more guess work.  Every memory would be at our fingertips.

“Andy 3rd Birthday 1986 Trick Candles”

“Okoboji 1990 Fishing and Water Skiing”

“Lake Manawa 4th of July Parade 1978”

“Mom and Dad Playing With First Video Camera, 1976”

Archiving the videos in this way was a lot more work, but it was well worth the effort.  I thought forcing myself to go through all of the video footage would be a fun chance to go down memory lane.  What I didn’t expect was for the whole experience to make me rethink how Philip and I are archiving memories for our own little family.

The way my parents captured our childhoods is so very different than how Philip and I are archiving our memories today.  Philip and I don’t own a dedicated video camera.  If we take any videos, they are short snippets on our phones or quick clips on my new DSLR.  I had taken for granted how Mom and Dad filmed until I started viewing.

Filming with a dedicated video camera, especially a bulky one like Mom and Dad had during our early childhoods, was an event.  The camera was large and inconvenient for hauling around, so most of the events captured were events–birthdays, holidays, milestones, recitals, football/basketball/volleyball/soccer games, graduations, music programs, etc.  There were very few moments of tape when the videographer was just taping everyday life.  Since I’m so used to being able to archive every little moment on my smart phone, you’d think this would make me sad.  Ironically, I think our parents’ way of archiving memories managed to capture more.  Here’s why:

Because filming with a big, dedicated videocamera took some effort, the person filming took it upon him or herself to record the event.  They weren’t asking someone to clown on the film for a quick clip.  They filmed all of Christmas morning next to the tree or the whole First Holy Communion Mass.  Maybe this has more to do with the way my family filmed than a truism for the way archiving memories have changed.  (I’d love to hear your family’s experience!)  It was refreshing to view all of these memories in their entirety.  In an age when we didn’t have the constant distractions of our screens, the people being captured were all in the moment–even if they were daydreaming of something else, it was easy to reign everyone back in.

My favorite part of watching the videos of extended moments is getting a better glimpse into the videographer’s mind.  When Dad was filming, he remained mostly silent, simply panning the room as a silent observer, letting the action unfold in front of him.  When he found a moment he found particularly interesting or funny, he’d zoom in.  If it was Christmas morning and he saw one of us opening a highly anticipated present, he’d ask excitedly, “What is it, Matthew?”  His little chuckle behind the camera revealed so much.  He regularly let the camera stop on my mom (which she hated), but I am so glad he did since she was usually the one capturing the memories on camera, so we have few photos of Mom from my childhood.  (Isn’t that always the trap of us mamas?  I told Philip recently that I’m sad I’m in so few pictures, so he’s been making a big effort to take more snapshots of little moments when he sees me reading with the kids, helping them with their shoes, or cuddling on a lazy Saturday morning.)

The other thing I love about videotaping events is that it manages to capture more of the everyday and ordinary.  Say what, Catherine?  Let me explain.  When you have 30 minutes of footage from Christmas 1989, the people on film seem to forget that they’re being filmed.  Instead of hamming it up for the camera, they do their thing.  The person filming giggles upon discovering someone picking their nose, an aunt and uncle exchange a sweet kiss, the newborn is cuddling with Grandma, and the conversation is about nothing remarkable, but it makes you think of people, places, or events that you hadn’t thought of in years.

Another bonus of the extended footage is getting to see all of the things we didn’t think to capture in pictures.  Watching video helped me to remember the floor plan of the various homes our family and extended family has lived in.  Our childhood parish’s original (ugly!) church and school “link” connecting the school to the church that is now gone.  The Jack and Jill bathroom my sister and I shared where she used to do my hair (and I laid on the floor behind the pocket door to listen to her chat on the teen line with her friends.  The secret hideout on the top shelf of the hall linen closet.  That made me realize how much I crave getting to see those little things, and how I need to be more deliberate in capturing them today for our children.

So, how is all of this going to change how we capture memories?  For starters, we’re going to start taking more and longer film of everyday life.  We’re going to let the camera run so that we’re capturing the living instead of the performing.  We’re going to take pictures that capture the nooks and crannies and the little details that make up the background of our lives.  We’re going to capture the voices of our older relatives.  We’re going to capture the voices of the kids–how they mispronounced specific words, talking about their favorite things, talking about school or friends.  We’re going to remember that capturing the ordinary things that get overlooked may someday mean more than capturing snippets of the big moments.

After getting everything off of the VHS tapes, I was able to put everything in chronological order.  Thanks for Philip’s tech savvy-ness, we put the files onto DVD’s with a fancy main menu that had screen shots of the various files.  I’m still in the process of making copies for my siblings and ourselves.  I’m so glad I went to the trouble.  I know my parents and siblings really appreciated it.  More importantly, our children and maybe even their children will get enjoyment from them, too.  Now that they’re labeled, a lot of the guesswork will be gone.

Watching the videos on DVD on Mother's Day

Watching the videos on DVD on Mother’s Day

How did your family archive memories on video (if at all)?  What was the videographer’s style?  Did he/she capture the whole event?  Are there holes in the memories that you wish were filled?  What do you wish you could change about the style?  Does this make you reconsider how you’re archiving memories now? What would you do differently?

Singing In the Shackles

Singing In the Shackles

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In this morning’s First Reading (Acts 16:22-34), we hear about the persecution of Paul and Silas as they tried to spread the Gospel.  For their missionary work, they are stripped, beaten, and sent to jailer.  The prison guard was given strict instructions to guard them securely, so he put Paul and Silas into the innermost cell and secured their feet to a stake.

Every time I read this story, I have to re-read the next verse multiple times.  “About midnight, while Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God as the prisoners listened, there was suddenly such a severe earthquake that the foundations of the jail shook; all the doors flew open, and the chains of all were pulled loose.”  Woah.  These guys had just been stripped, beaten, and thrown in jail for their missionary work.  You’d think they’d be licking their wounds and keeping their traps shut so that the guard would leave them alone and possibly release them.  Instead, they’re praying and singing hymns to God in their shackles at midnight!  This should absolutely positively blow us away.

How can we account for their singular focus and determination to serve God in all things–even in their shackles?  We need look no further than 14 chapters before this reading.  In Acts 2, Jesus fulfills exactly what He promised in todays’ Gospel reading (John 16:5-11) at Pentecost.  “But I tell you the truth, it is better for you that I go.  For if I do not go, the Advocate will not come to you.  But if I go, I will send him to you.  And when he comes he will convict the world in regard to sin and righteousness and condemnation: sin, because they do not believe in me; righteousness, because I am going to the Father and you will no longer see me; condemnation, because the ruler of this world has been condemned.”

How can we explain the transformation of Jesus’ disciples from a group of cowards and betrayers to men and women full of zeal, willing to risk their lives for the sake of the Gospel?  The Advocate.  The Holy Spirit.  The One who defends and strengthens us in the face of the accuser, Satan.

Before Pentecost, Paul was “laying waste” to the Church, murdering Christians and attempting to thwart all of their work.  After Pentecost, when he saw the Advocate at work in the disciples’ souls, he was moved to become one of their most fervent leaders and the focal point of our First Reading today.  With the aid of the Holy Spirit, Paul and Silas were able to persevere in prayer and sang hymns to God even in shackles.  Instead of shaking their fists at God for allowing them to be beaten and imprisoned, he thanked God in all things.  God rewarded Paul and Silas’ faithfulness by sending an earthquake to free them from bondage.

What am I shackled to?  What sins are blinding me to the Holy Spirit at work in my life?  Am I thanking God in all things, not just the good?  Am I, like Paul and Silas, allowing my life to serve as an instrument to bring others to God?

The same prison guard who had shackled Paul and Silas and nearly killed himself out of fear that the Romans would in turn kill him for allowing Paul and Silas to escape after the earthquake, fell to his knees and asks them what he needs to do to be saved.  He knew God was responsible for releasing the prisoners that even his prison could not contain.  The reading ends with Paul and Silas baptizing the household of the guard and them rejoicing because they came to faith.

When was the last time I called upon the Advocate?  When I pray, do I address all 3 Persons in the Trinity, or do I ignore the Holy Spirit?  Do I take for granted the sacrament of Confirmation in my day-to-day living?  How can I allow the Holy Spirit to unshackle me from the sin that is blinding me?  Do I believe enough to start singing in my shackles today?

Come, Holy Spirit!

Put It To Work 27

Put It To Work 27

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Another Monday means another opportunity to swap prayer intentions and start “putting them to work” for one another!

Here are my prayer intentions for this week:

  • That those facing unemployment or underemployment may find meaningful work
  • For those with high-risk pregnancies.  That God will watch over the precious babies and their mothers, and that they can find comfort (in the truest sense of the word: com – with + fort – strength) in their faith
  • For teachers and students as they close out another school year.  That students will be successful in their studies, that teachers will be affirmed in their vocation, and that both will find rest during their summer vacation.

Your turn! What prayer intentions can I “put to work” for you this week? As always, I will add them to my prayer journal and pray for you by name throughout the week–especially during my morning prayers and holy hour tonight. Please share your intentions in the comment box below, on the blog Facebook page, or send them to me via the blog contact form. Thank you in advance for your prayers.

Have a great week!

The Mother’s Day Trap

The Mother’s Day Trap

I’m not gonna do it.  I’m not gonna fall for the Mother’s Day Trap.

It’s so gosh darn tempting to expect what the Hallmark commercials are selling.  We see all of these picture perfect scenes of cherub children and adoring husbands gently, lovingly waking Mom with beautifully handmade keepsakes, poetic cards, and expensive jewelry.  They shower her with affection.  The children, perfectly dressed and coiffed, use indoor voices, remember their manners, and play sweetly with each other.

How many loaves of bread does this woman need?

How many loaves of bread does this woman need?

No wonder it’s so easy to get in a rotten mood on Mother’s Day when the day is, well, ordinary.

This year, I’m not falling for the Mother’s Day Trap.  Instead, I’m gonna anticipate ordinary.

I’m gonna anticipate that even on Mother’s Day there will still be diaper blowouts, epic temper tantrums, spilled milk, or fighting children.  Full disclosure:  I’m anticipating ordinary so much that I asked Philip if we could go to Mass just the two of us on Saturday before our dinner date.  That way, we can enjoy a peaceful-ish (with a big “ish”) Mother’s Day morning at home with the kids.  (Mass has been anything but peaceful or prayerful the last few weeks.  Just ask the other St. Joseph’s parishioners!  They can tell you about the Divine Mercy Sunday extravaganza.  A smuggled minion, open flames, and a St. Joseph statue were involved.)  Any you know what?  Praise God!  Really.  All of the crazy day-to-day stressors and power struggles that I’ve grown to accept as normal are signs of life around here.

I don’t need to cherish every diaper change or temper tantrum to be a good mother.  I do need to celebrate the gift of what has become my ordinary, though.  When I take the time to stop and think about it, motherhood blows my mind.  It is an extraordinary grace to be entrusted with eternal souls.  The longer God gives me to hone my skills as a mama, the more I see that He has sent me exactly the souls I need to be the person He is asking me to be.  It’s exactly the life I need.  There’s so much grace to be found in the imperfect.

So, when it’s Mother’s Day morning and someone has a fever and someone else lost their left shoe, I’ll remember that the imperfect won’t make it a bad Mother’s Day; it’ll make it a real Mother’s Day.  Last year, our family spent Mother’s Day in my brother’s basement during a tornado warning, so stay tuned for what’s in store this year.  Whatever happens, it’ll be a tailor-made Mother’s Day with opportunities just for me to find the graces.

The Mother's Day Trap

The Mother's Day Trap

I’m not gonna do it.  I’m not gonna fall for the Mother’s Day Trap.

It’s so gosh darn tempting to expect what the Hallmark commercials are selling.  We see all of these picture perfect scenes of cherub children and adoring husbands gently, lovingly waking Mom with beautifully handmade keepsakes, poetic cards, and expensive jewelry.  They shower her with affection.  The children, perfectly dressed and coiffed, use indoor voices, remember their manners, and play sweetly with each other.

How many loaves of bread does this woman need?

How many loaves of bread does this woman need?

No wonder it’s so easy to get in a rotten mood on Mother’s Day when the day is, well, ordinary.

This year, I’m not falling for the Mother’s Day Trap.  Instead, I’m gonna anticipate ordinary.

I’m gonna anticipate that even on Mother’s Day there will still be diaper blowouts, epic temper tantrums, spilled milk, or fighting children.  Full disclosure:  I’m anticipating ordinary so much that I asked Philip if we could go to Mass just the two of us on Saturday before our dinner date.  That way, we can enjoy a peaceful-ish (with a big “ish”) Mother’s Day morning at home with the kids.  (Mass has been anything but peaceful or prayerful the last few weeks.  Just ask the other St. Joseph’s parishioners!  They can tell you about the Divine Mercy Sunday extravaganza.  A smuggled minion, open flames, and a St. Joseph statue were involved.)  Any you know what?  Praise God!  Really.  All of the crazy day-to-day stressors and power struggles that I’ve grown to accept as normal are signs of life around here.

I don’t need to cherish every diaper change or temper tantrum to be a good mother.  I do need to celebrate the gift of what has become my ordinary, though.  When I take the time to stop and think about it, motherhood blows my mind.  It is an extraordinary grace to be entrusted with eternal souls.  The longer God gives me to hone my skills as a mama, the more I see that He has sent me exactly the souls I need to be the person He is asking me to be.  It’s exactly the life I need.  There’s so much grace to be found in the imperfect.

So, when it’s Mother’s Day morning and someone has a fever and someone else lost their left shoe, I’ll remember that the imperfect won’t make it a bad Mother’s Day; it’ll make it a real Mother’s Day.  Last year, our family spent Mother’s Day in my brother’s basement during a tornado warning, so stay tuned for what’s in store this year.  Whatever happens, it’ll be a tailor-made Mother’s Day with opportunities just for me to find the graces.

7QT: Random photo recap

7QT: Random photo recap

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged on a regular basis, so I thought I’d use a 7 Quick Takes post as a perfect chance to play catch up:

1.  Jane’s new “Quiet Time Corner”

At 5, Jane is down to taking only one or two naps a week.  On those days when she isn’t napping, her brain still needs a break.  She had been having “quiet time” in her room while the boys napped.  The only trouble was she was waking up her brothers during her quiet play.  I decided to create a special place for her to go while the boys napped.  I rearranged a few things in our basement to create what I’m calling Jane’s Quiet Time Corner.

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I simply stuck a banquet table in the corner.  Then, I gathered all of her favorite stuff to have at her fingertips in one place–puzzles, arts & crafts supplies, sticker books, LeapReader books, Melissa & Doug magnetic dress-up dolls, Doc McStuffins paper dolls, her fashion design center with rubbing plates, etc.  Notice that awesome clock looking thing on the far left of the table?  That’s a fantastic timer we got last summer and have been using ever since.  You simply turn the nob to whatever desired time you want (in minutes up to 60).  When you let go, the timer starts counting down.  As time decreases, the red card disappears.  This is a great, visual way for Jane to keep track of how much more quiet time she has.  This way, she isn’t coming upstairs every five minutes to say, “Can I come upstairs yet?”  Everyone’s brain gets a little break since I created Jane’s Quiet Time Corner.  She’s happy to have her own space to create and play without fear of waking up her brothers, the boys get uninterrupted naps, and I’m able to get a few things accomplished.

2.  I got a whole buncha great paperback books for a steal at a recent consignment sale.  Jane and Walt love hearing me and Philip read the Ramona books.  It’s so fun to re-discover one of my favorite fictional characters with the kids.  We recently had a veeeeeeeeeery lazy Saturday morning, enjoying these books together in our jammies.

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3.  Sibling sweetness

Harry climbed into bed with Walt after evening prayers.  Oh, my heart!

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Jane and Walt like to pretend to paint the artwork around the house.  They’re so adorable with their little palettes and brushes!

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4.  Why buy toys when you can give your kids a laundry basket choo-choo joined together by a zip tie?  IMG_4109

Or a hamper full of dirty clothes?

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5.  It’s all about the minions, people.

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BANANA!

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6.  Current favorite things:

Jane’s favorite part about spring rainstorms?  The worms!  She’d catch ’em all day and make them little homes if she could.  SONY DSC

If she has to be indoors, she has to be with Monty.  Here they are, fighting off exhaustion around nap time.

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Harry loves his bunny, Clover, and his fuzzy blanky. IMG_8653

I love this delicious beer!  Illusive Traveler Grapefruit Ale is my new favorite summer beer.

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It might be May, but Walt’s favorite shirt is this hand-me-down Halloween shirt.  “Hands off my stache!”

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Okay, so I’ll admit that those 7 things aren’t real categories and were just an excuse to dump a buncha photos.  It’s my lazy blogger attempt at archiving my favorite moments.  Someday, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, I’ll be a more regular blogger again!  Until then, enjoy the random.

To read more 7QT posts, head over to Kelly Mantoan’s blog, This Ain’t The Lyceum!

 

 

May Day

May Day

Ever since I was a little girl, May Day has been one of my favorite holidays.  I loved creating the little baskets and ding dong ditching our neighbors as we left the goodies on their front stoops.  I thought this would be a good year for us to start doing May Day baskets with the kids since Jane is 5 and Walt is nearly 4.  First, we assembled our baskets:

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The “basket” was a plastic cup.  I attached the pipe cleaner handles by cutting two holes into the cup with my hole punch.

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We wanted the baskets to have a touch of spring, so we added some paper flowers.  We used a big hole punch that we previously used for cupcake toppers, and Walt glued ’em on with his gluestick.  Jane helped me cut out and glue paper tulips the next day.  Then, we added the candy.  I finished the baskets off by attaching the handles and sticking on a little label.

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To me, May Day epitomizes the beauty of the “little way” of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, so I included a little quote from her on the labels.  (A big THANK YOU to Philip for helping with this step!  He even included a pretty rose on the label for the saint also known as “The Little Flower.”  What a guy!)

SONY DSCOur family’s St. Thérèse was due in May, so I think of her every year around this time.  She would have been 2 this May.  Instead, we continue to pray to her in heaven and are so blessed by “Happy Happy” who will be turning 2 in August.  St. Thérèse, pray for us!

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I loaded the baskets into the minivan trunk the night before.  I thought, “Maybe I got a little carried away.”  Then, I realized that most of the families we were delivering to in our neighborhood had multiple children, so we went through those baskets in less than an hour!  I was glad we had made so many.

The best part: The drop (and sometimes getting caught!)

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We have one of the captain seats in the minivan removed, so I drove slowly alongside the curb with the baskets on the van floor.  Jane and Walt ran back and forth from the van with the baskets to our neighbors’ front stoops.  Harry is looking forward to next year when he can keep up with the big kids.  For the most part, he was content to be inside the dry van with me since it was sprinkling outside.  By the end of their hour of not-so-stealthy deliveries, they were exhausted, so we headed home for naps.  Even Mama took one!

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Look what was on our front stoop when we woke up!  The kids were SOOOOOOOOOO excited!!!

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Walt, checking out the May Day loot.  He agrees with Mama.  May Day is simply the best!  What’s not to love about doing something little to bring joy to your neighbor’s lives?

 

 

Put It To Work 26

Put It To Work 26

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Another Monday means another opportunity to swap prayer intentions and start “putting them to work” for one another!

Here are my prayer intentions for this week:

  • That abortion will not legally return to Lincoln and for all those participating in the candlelight vigil tonight at Planned Parenthood.  That their prayerful witness will change the hearts of those considering abortion.
  • For my sister and brother-in-law who are celebrating their wedding anniversary today
  • For my sister and brother-in-law and their family as they commemorate the death of their daughter, Veronica, on Wednesday
  • For all those struggling with infertility or have estranged relationships with their mothers as we near Mother’s Day on Sunday

Your turn! What prayer intentions can I “put to work” for you this week? As always, I will add them to my prayer journal and pray for you by name throughout the week–especially during my morning prayers. Please share your intentions in the comment box below, on the blog Facebook page, or send them to me via the blog contact form. Thank you in advance for your prayers.

Have a great week!

Put It To Work 25

Put It To Work 25

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Another Monday means another opportunity to swap prayer intentions and start “putting them to work” for one another!

Here are my prayer intentions for this week:

  • That abortion will not legally return to Lincoln and for all those participating in the candlelight vigil tonight at Planned Parenthood.  That their prayerful witness will change the hearts of those considering abortion.
  • For our GodTeens home Mass on Wednesday
  • For Philip as he runs in the Lincoln Half Marathon on Sunday
  • For our time management during a busy week
  • For all of the victims of the earthquake in Nepal and their loved ones left to heal and rebuild

Your turn! What prayer intentions can I “put to work” for you this week? As always, I will add them to my prayer journal and pray for you by name throughout the week–especially during my morning prayers. Please share your intentions in the comment box below, on the blog Facebook page, or send them to me via the blog contact form. Thank you in advance for your prayers.

Have a great week!

“What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?”

“What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?”

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Remember how I created a 2015 Board of Spiritual Directors?  I’m slowly but surely working my way through some of the writings of those holy men and women.  Currently, I’m reading, Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light: The Private Writings of the Saint of Calcutta.

There are so many beautiful nuggets of wisdom in Mother Teresa’s writings.  One in particular is standing out to me today:

“Once I saw a Sister with a long face going out for apostolate, so I called her to my room and I asked her, ‘What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?’  With a big smile she looked at me and said, ‘To follow Him.’  So I asked her, ‘Why are you trying to go ahead of Him?’  She left my room smiling.  She had understood the meaning of following Jesus.”

Yes!  That’s it!  That’s exactly it!

It’s Friday afternoon, and it is so easy (and so tempting!) to put on that long face after a long week of work.  When I give in to that temptation to forget my smile or consider a big ‘ol pity party, it’s probably because I wasn’t following Mother Teresa’s advice.  Instead of listening to Jesus’ command to pick up my cross and follow Him, I’m usually picking up my cross (often begrudgingly, if I’m honest) and looking behind me.

“C’mon, Jesus, follow me.  Let’s get on with it.  I know the way.  I’ve got things to do and people to see.”

It would be so much easier if I’d just listen.  Let Him stumble ahead.  Follow His footsteps.  Show me the right way.

“Nah, I’ve got this.  C’mon, Jesus.  This way.”

He loves me so much that He lets me continue along.  Now that I’m a mom, you’d think I’d be familiar enough with this move to know better myself.  He’s the loving Father watching the stubborn toddler (me!) say, “I DO IT MYSELF!”

“Okay, Catherine.  Go ahead.  I’m here when you’re ready.”

The inevitable pattern continues.  I grumble.  I stumble.  I fall.  I give up.  I’m the toddler reaching up for help.  “Daddy!  Daddy!  I CAN’T DO IT!  HELP!”

He loves me so much that He doesn’t take the cross away.  Like the loving Father that He is, He does better than that.  He gave me His Son to show me how to carry it.

“Like this, sweetheart.  Just follow Me.”

The cross is waiting for me everyday.  Whether I choose to lead or follow makes all the difference.

"What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?"

"What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?"

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Remember how I created a 2015 Board of Spiritual Directors?  I’m slowly but surely working my way through some of the writings of those holy men and women.  Currently, I’m reading, Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light: The Private Writings of the Saint of Calcutta.

There are so many beautiful nuggets of wisdom in Mother Teresa’s writings.  One in particular is standing out to me today:

“Once I saw a Sister with a long face going out for apostolate, so I called her to my room and I asked her, ‘What did Jesus say, to carry the cross in front of Him or to follow Him?’  With a big smile she looked at me and said, ‘To follow Him.’  So I asked her, ‘Why are you trying to go ahead of Him?’  She left my room smiling.  She had understood the meaning of following Jesus.”

Yes!  That’s it!  That’s exactly it!

It’s Friday afternoon, and it is so easy (and so tempting!) to put on that long face after a long week of work.  When I give in to that temptation to forget my smile or consider a big ‘ol pity party, it’s probably because I wasn’t following Mother Teresa’s advice.  Instead of listening to Jesus’ command to pick up my cross and follow Him, I’m usually picking up my cross (often begrudgingly, if I’m honest) and looking behind me.

“C’mon, Jesus, follow me.  Let’s get on with it.  I know the way.  I’ve got things to do and people to see.”

It would be so much easier if I’d just listen.  Let Him stumble ahead.  Follow His footsteps.  Show me the right way.

“Nah, I’ve got this.  C’mon, Jesus.  This way.”

He loves me so much that He lets me continue along.  Now that I’m a mom, you’d think I’d be familiar enough with this move to know better myself.  He’s the loving Father watching the stubborn toddler (me!) say, “I DO IT MYSELF!”

“Okay, Catherine.  Go ahead.  I’m here when you’re ready.”

The inevitable pattern continues.  I grumble.  I stumble.  I fall.  I give up.  I’m the toddler reaching up for help.  “Daddy!  Daddy!  I CAN’T DO IT!  HELP!”

He loves me so much that He doesn’t take the cross away.  Like the loving Father that He is, He does better than that.  He gave me His Son to show me how to carry it.

“Like this, sweetheart.  Just follow Me.”

The cross is waiting for me everyday.  Whether I choose to lead or follow makes all the difference.

The Holy Fool

The Holy Fool

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Philip and I have been fans of the PBS show “Call the Midwife” since it started airing a few years ago.  When I saw in the beginning credits that the show is based off of the memoirs of Jennifer Worth, I knew I’d love reading them.  Last month, I finally got around to reading the first of Jennifer’s three books based on her years of service as a midwife in 1950’s London’s East End slums alongside the Anglican nuns she lived with in Nonnatus House.

Perhaps my favorite story from the memoirs is about Winnie and Ted.  Winnie was a WWII widow and mother of 3.  (Remember, this is 1950’s London.)  To make ends meet, she worked in the paper shop where Ted was a frequent customer.  He took a liking to her and starting sticking around longer than it took him to make his purchases.  One day, they learned in conversation that they had both lost their spouses.  Eventually, Ted asked Winnie out, and they began dating.  Less than a year later, he proposed marriage.  Winnie reluctantly accepted after deliberating about it for a week.  She knew she wasn’t in love with Ted.  He was much older and they didn’t have much chemistry.  Nonetheless, she knew he was a kind man who would treat her well and would take good care of her children.  Ted retired shortly thereafter, and Winnie continued her work at the paper shop part-time because she enjoyed it so much.

A few years later at 44, Winnie’s periods stopped, and she assumed she was beginning menopause.  Six months later, she noticed she was putting on weight, and Ted found a hard lump in her stomach.  He feared for the worst since he had lost his wife to cancer.  Both were shocked to hear the news that Winnie was pregnant and likely near her due date.

“Perhaps it was buying the pram and little white sheets that affected Ted so profoundly.  Overnight he changed from a bemused and bewildered elderly man to an intensely excited and fiercely proud father-to-be.”

In an era when fathers had little to nothing to do with labor and delivery, Ted was a gem.  He read books on childbirth, assembled all of the necessary things for a home birth, and coached Win through labor.  In addition, he played gracious hostess to Jennifer and the doctor by offering them meals or whatever they needed during the home birth.

Per protocol, Ted was not in the room during the actual delivery.  Eventually, the much-anticipated little baby arrived, and Jenny noticed right away that he was black.  Obviously, this meant that Ted was not the father.  Everyone in the delivery room remained silent, wondering what on earth Ted was going to do or say.  The doctor and Jenny finished the third stage and helped to clean up Win and the baby before inviting Ted into the bedroom.  Winnie seemed to expect the worst.  “I reckons as ‘ow we’d best get it over wiv.”

When Jenny told him that a beautiful baby boy had been born and that he could go up to see him, he bounded up the stairs like a child on Christmas morning.  He went into the room, kissed Winnie and the baby, and proclaimed, “This is the proudest and happiest day of my life.”  Everyone remained silent when he asked to hold the baby.  They assumed he hadn’t yet realized that he wasn’t the father.  Ted cradled the baby in his arms and examined all of his beautiful little features.  “Then he looked up with a beatific smile, ‘Well, I don’t reckon to know much about babies, but I can see as how this is the most beautiful in the world.  What’s we going to call him, luv?'”  Winnie told Ted that he could name him, so Ted did what proud fathers of his era did–he gave that little baby his name.  “We’ll call ‘I’m Edward, then.  It’s a good ol’ family name.  Me dad’s an’ granddad’s.  He’s my son Ted.”

After leaving the three in the room, the doctor hypothesized that perhaps Ted hadn’t noticed that the baby was black because the pigmentation tends to darken over time.  Yet, time went by, and Ted never seemed to notice.  Winnie went back to work, and Ted took care of his son at home.  Ted took him everywhere with him and proudly introduced him as “my son Ted.”  Of course, neighbors and those they met gossiped about Ted Jr. and called Ted Sr. a fool.  Jenny wrote that she had a different theory.

“In the Russian Orthodox Church there is the concept of the Holy Fool.  It means someone who is a fool to the ways of the world, but wise to the ways of God.”

Jenny thinks that Ted knew from the instant he laid eyes on his son that he wasn’t the father.  Yet, he knew what would be in store for that little boy if he hadn’t claimed him as his own.  “Perhaps, as he held the baby, he realized that any such suggestion could shatter his whole happiness…Perhaps an angel’s voice told him that any questions were best left unasked and unanswered.  And so he decided upon the most unexpected, and yet the simplest course of all.  He chose to be such a Fool that he couldn’t see the obvious.

Oh, my heart!

Isn’t that such a beautiful story?  I once heard a priest say, “The best gift you can give your spouse is a bad memory.”  That little nugget makes me think of Ted.  He is the epitome of spousal mercy and unconditional love.  There was no room for score-keeping or nagging or expectations for his spouse to please him.  There was just love–and an abundance of it.  He viewed himself as blessed to be married at all and happy to be father to the child who came to him, regardless of the circumstances.

Ted makes me think of St. Joseph.  Like Ted, St. Joseph lived in an era unwilling to accept extra-marital relations.  Both men could have easily abandoned their wives, leaving them and their pre-born children to fend for themselves and become social outcasts.  Obviously, St. Joseph’s son was immaculately conceived as the Son of God and was NOT the product of an extra-marital affair, but I imagine they must have borne the same scorn from neighbors and town gossips.  Yet, both men welcomed their sons with heroic love and generosity.

How many times have I been put into a situation when I could have played the Holy Fool, especially with my spouse?  Do I allow my pride to cloud my judgement and insist on “winning”?  Or, am I like Ted, taking the longview, realizing that a short-lived victory is made sour by the pain I’m inflicting on my loved one?  How can I better play the Holy Fool in my day-to-day life?  Do you have a story of a Holy Fool?

Put It To Work 24

Put It To Work 24

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Another Monday means another opportunity to swap prayer intentions and start “putting them to work” for one another!

Here are my prayer intentions for this week:

  • For successful planning of our home Mass with our GodTeens
  • For all of our priests and religious as they receive new assignments.  That they may continue to find peace in their vocation as pilgrims for the sake of souls.
  • For all of the parishes saying goodbye to beloved priests and religious.  That they may remember not to find security in people but in God.  That they may trust in God’s providence to give their parish exactly who they need at the helm–as pastors, assistant pastors, principals, teachers, etc.

Your turn! What prayer intentions can I “put to work” for you this week? As always, I will add them to my prayer journal and pray for you by name throughout the week–especially during my morning prayers. Please share your intentions in the comment box below, on the blog Facebook page, or send them to me via the blog contact form. Thank you in advance for your prayers.

Have a great week!

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“Logic will take you from A to B.  Imagination will take you everywhere.”

Einstein

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“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”

Einstein

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“In play a child always behaves beyond his average age, above his daily behavior.  In play it is as though he were a head taller than himself.”

Lev Vygotsky

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“Kids need time to be bored; that is how creativity is born.”

Melanie Jean Juneau

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“Some day you will be old enough to read fairy tales again.”

C.S. Lewis

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“Play is the highest form of research.”

Einstein

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“Creativity starts in the home and lasts for a lifetime.”

Hillary Dijon

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“When we treat children’s play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them to feel the joy that’s to be found in the creative spirit.”

Fred Rogers

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“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.”

Scott Adams

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“Every child is an artist.  The problem is staying an artist when you grow up.”

Pablo Picasso

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