I don’t understand why we even have to stress that… people don’t get it… we dress up for parties, for weddings, for special events, for date nights with our significant others… what about the CELEBRATION of the EUCHARIST? What about the communion we celebrate as the bride of Christ? Why are we not dressed for His special sacrifice to us? When will we learn to appreciate the date of the soul, that God would be with us BODY, BLOOD, SOUL & DIVINITY in the form of the host, the Most Precious Eucharist?
And yet we dress like we are going to the mall. Smh. What happened to SUNDAY BEST? Ahhh, I could go on, but you get where I’m headed, I hope.
I know I sound like a crazy person half the time, but Jesus told Peter walk on the water… I think that’s pretty intense… let me have my walk on the water, all in accordance with my Father’s Will, not my own. My faith doesn’t define who I am as a person, I define my faith, by my actions, in my works, in my words, in my prayers… see God called me, He didn’t demand me, but like any great relationship… the deeper I fall in love with Him, the more I want to give Him and do for Him, because He builds me up and He is faithful to me… so I strive with my human fraility to give back, and to praise Him in every thing that I do. I’m not perfect, but I know that I’m in love. ♥
I had the most amazing weekend. :)
Started on Friday night, when I got a call from a voice I haven’t heard in years, literally.
My peace was deepened and I was so extremely happy. I feel like my family is coming back together… and I’m going to keep at it, not everyone will be as happy as I am, but all that matters is that my siblings are happy & content. I am very excited!! So, now I can’t wait to get back to see my family, I just want to hug them all and watch them grow.
Saturday, I was lazy, I woke up only to eat, and clean a bit… I needed a day to myself, I had been so stressed out lately.
Sunday… wow, my date was amazing, as always, but truly it pulled me back & so many things revealed to my heart… then I slept awhile, and got up to go to a beautiful mass, to hear my lil saint, talk about his years as a Priest, and he had the mass dedicated to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, it was so beautiful, listening to him. He talked about the Eucharist, and every particle, he talked the amazing blessing of the sacrament of reconciliation, how he wishes more people would visit it. & He talked about the miracles he had experienced in his life, and through other people. He brought me to tears. His face lit up when he spoke, I wish we had more priests like him!
The coolest part was after mass, I was speaking to him and his nephew came up & said, Uncle, I was just sitting in my pew & this man, came and sat beside me during the mass, he was just weeping and he didn’t stop, I asked him if he was okay, he said he had never been to church in his life. AND OF ALL DAYS… he chose your day! You still got it! (I was amazed how beautiful that the Lord would bring this man to listen to the incredible testimony of my lil saint. What a miracle!)
-Then it was to Toledo, where I had an amazing dinner & dessert.
This weekend was beautiful
“Tradtion?! Man. Who needs that crap? Tradtion is for old people that don’t want to change, they wanna have things their way, they don’t know how to deal with the times. You want it all the same, and it’s just not going to cut it, cause young people they don’t like all that stuff, they need stuff that moves them, that speaks to them.”
BUR?! Excuse me, but um, the very book that our faith is reliant upon was written with the Holy Spirit, and in their is a “grip” of teachings that are based upon tradition, when God used the Holy Spirit to speak to the writers, don’t you realize that He was viewing time, He knew exactly what was to come before He sent His Son to come again. He knew we would be facing this day and age, He knew that the culture of death was upon us and that temptations would become even stronger. He lead them to write with all of these things in mind.
You say things need to “adapt” to the time… but what your really saying is, “God, You just don’t understand what we are living in, so we gotta make some changes to your plan so that our brothers and sisters can understand you better.” Or in short form, “God, Your teachings are insuffcient.”
God bless men like Padre Pio, St. Augustine, who saw no excuse to give people the cold hard truth, to give them the facts without worrying about suffering the repercussions.
People don’t need a pat on the back and to be catered to, they need to cater to God, not themselves, not the world around them, to God.
Be firm in your stance of your teachings, not for yourself for God. He has bestowed knowledge upon you so that you will use it to do His Will, to speak to His people in love, yes, but also in truth.
Dear Blue Jeans,
It will soon be 4 months since we parted ways for the sake of the babies. I can say that on occasion I do miss you. There are weekends when I just want to slip into a pair and walk around the house, maybe go down the street to the park.
But then there’s this huge part of me that’s really enjoying this lady-like side of life. ;) Skirts! Skirts! Skirts! More Skirts! I mean, yes, I can still wear pants, just not jeans, but I feel like I’m wearing pj’s and I’m always worried about being invited to attend a church and I definitely don’t want to walk into church and be in pants.
But there are days while running errands I slip on some pants… and then there is this AWKWARDNESS… we’re talking about me, c’mon me, Texas girl, jeans and work trucks. Now pants are becoming awkward?!
So I about wore all my skirts dirty and headed to the laundrymat… ah, winter time in Ohio, the Omish use laundrymats?! Any how, seeing the women in their skirts… while I was in my laundrymat pants… I felt so disrespectful… to the eyes of the Omish men. God knows that I was not in any way trying to attract attention to myself, but I was so scared that I would cause a scandal for the men.
Wow… I realized then I don’t really miss my jeans, or using pants often. I’m settling into the inspiration of the Blessed Mother and the saints.