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I Have A Say

While browsing what was new on Facebook this morning, I came across this picture:

Like any red-blooded Catholic, I was most interested to see just was this was all about and what Fr. John Hollowell was responding to.

What I saw made my red, Catholic blood boil. (I noticed later that both of these videos are over a year old, but it was band-new for me!)

The video of Ms. Cecile Richards may be viewed here.

Fr. John Hollowell’s reply may be seen here.

While Fr. Hallowell’s response was superb, it didn’t bring my blood pressure down, so I had to reply myself.

I wasted no time in typing a response, and as was requested in Ms. Richards’ clip, I made it into a video. It may be viewed on YouTube, and I’ve embedded it below. Responses are welcome!

Our Lady of Guadalupe, patroness of the Unborn, Pray for us!!

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A Person Is A Person, No Matter How Small – Dr. Seuss

I went to daily Mass this morning, as I do most mornings, and was sad to remember that today is the 40th anniversary of the legalization of abortion on demand in the USA. Father preached on the evil of abortion, as I suspected he would. The rest of the Mass was business as usual until the consecration, when an image filled my mind and wouldn’t leave. In my mind, I saw Father, elevating the Sacred Host, and all around him, on the altar, in the sanctuary, spilling out into the pews, were the bodies of aborted babes. Hundreds of bodies, blood… it screamed for justice! And I knew that what Father was offering Mass for, and all of us praying for, was MERCY. Prayer in reparation, and prayer for His mercy. I couldn’t get the image out of my head, and as I received Holy Communion, all I could think of was how Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was in reparation for sins just like this. How great, how wide, how deep is the mercy of our King.

The blood of the innocent cries out to God for justice!

Americans will not reject abortion until they see abortion.

The Call

A dear friend of mine recently returned home from a four-month stay in Peru where she spent her time there mainly teaching math in a small girl’s school in the mountains. The stories she brought home of the students sent my heart reeling. “Everyone there has a sad story,” she said. “There is so much hurt, so much suffering.”

She told a few stories of the students she worked with whose lives were in danger on a daily basis, who had been severely abused, and whose parents had disappeared. I don’t have the heart to share details, but just to say this: there was not a dry eye in the room when she finished. My heart was so torn for these poor girls who are so desperately in need of love. They are so hungry for love!

But the Holy Spirit whispered to me, “Yes, they are hungry for love. But so is your next-door neighbor. So is the girl you sit next to in Biology. So is the young man who will be waiting your table at dinner tomorrow. And most particularly, so is your family.” The need for love is woven so intricately into the fabric of our being. Those who reject it the most need it the most.

This is our call: To Love. To TRULY Love. Love is sacrifice, and love is not easy. Love is a crucifix; Love hurts. True Love is hard, yes, but true Love brings the greatest joy, the greatest peace, and the greatest fulfillment. When you give up your own desires for the good of another, then you love them. Love is not taking; Love is giving. Love is not an emotion or a feeling. Love is action.

When reading the Gospels, one may be surprised to notice that not once did Jesus stop and say, “Hey, I love you.” He didn’t have to. Why not? Well, actions speak louder than words, so…

… He acted. He didn’t say that He loved, He showed that He loved. He gave of Himself in the most complete, total way. He gave His life.

This is the call I heard from the stories my friend brought back from Peru – the call to Love. There is so much hunger for love all over the world. Look around you now – there is someone nearby who needs YOUR Love.

Die to yourself, and Love like Christ.

God-In-A-Box

Last summer my brother found a few rather atheistic videos on YouTube, decided he couldn’t leave that heresy unchallenged, and took the opportunity to share the Gospel by leaving comments, and following up on the conversation regularly. (Rather Dominican of him, I thought!) This has continued on for a few months now, and he keeps up with these conversations that he started last summer. (Not a bad way to spend an afternoon! Preaching the Gospel of Christ all from the comfort of his computer chair! Love that boy!)

He shared a few of his conversations with me one afternoon, and what he told this one guy really made me think. (Now, I’m nowhere near atheist, but that’s just how profound this fella’s mind is.)

The question: “Ok, supposing that there IS a god, how do you know it’s the God that the Church professes? Why not Buddha, Zeus, Ra, etc.?”

The response: because we, who profess belief in the Triune God -Father, Son, and Spirit-, do not understand our God. Man-made gods we can understand. We know what motivates them, what makes them tick, and why they do what they do. We do not understand the God of the Bible. He is our Creator, and we cannot understand Him. A computer does not understand the mind of its creator, it only ‘understands’ what it is programmed to understand. Now granted, we are much higher than mere computers to God, we are made in His image after all, but just like a child does not understand why his parents do what they do, we do not understand the mind of our Heavenly Father. That is one way (of many ways) that we know our God is the True God – we don’t understand Him!

This made me think about how often we try to put God in a box. We try to use theology, Scripture, reason, logic, and anything else we can get our hands on to explain away the mysteries of God. While we should most definitely use these means that God gave us to learn more about Him, we should use them with the knowledge that they can only help us learn more about God, but they will not allow us to understand Him. Remember, He created us, and gave us our ability to use these gifts. God’s Mind is so far above our minds, His Ways so far above our ways, and His Thoughts so far above our thoughts, all we can truly do is admire the beautiful Mystery that is our God.

While it is very human to want to put God in a box, somehow classify Him, or sort Him into some organized chart or grouping, He transcends all of that. Man likes to arrange things in such a way that it makes sense. God, by His very Divine Nature, cannot make sense to us.

And if you think about how beautiful a mystery is, especially this Mystery, why would you want it any other way?

“The Truth Lives Here”

“The truth lives here!” – I heard this presumptuous statement on a radio commercial a few days ago. Something about it struck me, and the more I mulled over what I’d heard, the more the claim aroused a sharp disquiet in my heart. What place, person, or thing can truthfully claim to house the truth? To be the literal dwelling place of the truth? Modernists would say there is truth in all of us. That is factual, to a point. We are all truly alive. We are truly human. We are truly made of billions of cells. However, all of these so-called ‘truths’ are not truths proper, but are more correctly titled ‘facts.’ While there is some truth to every fact, every fact does not contain the wholeness of truth. It cannot house all of the truth, only a small piece of it.

What is truth, then? And where is it?

Christ called Himself “The Way, the Truth, and the Life.”

That being said, would it not, then, be more correct to ask “Who is Truth?” rather than, “what is truth?” It then becomes a question of “Where is Christ?” because Christ is Truth.

Okay, so where is He? Where does He live?

Just as there is a piece of truth in us, by our very nature, so too there is a piece of the Father, Son, and Spirit, (remember that “Three Persons in One God” thing?), because He made us in His image, and He is Truth. But where does Truth live? Where is its physical dwelling? Does it even have a physical dwelling? Isn’t God (3 in 1!) above limiting Himself to one concrete location? What about the whole omnipresent (i.e., existing everywhere) thing?

First, remember that the same God (3 in 1!) that is omnipresent is also all-knowing, all-loving, and all-powerful. While He is present everywhere, He knows all too well that we humans need to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel. (He was the one Who gave us those senses, after all.) Keeping this in mind, He provides for those needs, out of His infinite Love.

Part of Love is putting the good of another above the good of yourself. God, being perfect Love, puts His Glory in the closet, and comes to us as the seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling creatures that He created us. (He (obviously) transcends all of these human senses; the created cannot contain the creator.) He comes to us through our senses.

So, if He comes to us through the senses He gave us, would not one correctly deduce that we should be able to physically see, hear, smell, and feel Him? And even (gulp!) taste Him? (Waitasecond…! What?!)

The answer is a resounding yes! Because He designed us as sensing creatures, it would be going against His own design to come to us any other way.

The seeing and hearing ones are easy, because we can see and hear the Word of God in Holy Scripture. If you want to get technical, we can get feel and smell out of it, too. (I hope I’m not the only person out there that likes the smell of books…) But what about taste? Say what? Who eats their Bible? Yes, I know, the very thought is laughable. But it’s a valid point. If God (remember – 3 in 1!) comes to us through all of our senses, why would He leave this one out?

My dear family, He doesn’t. He does indeed come to us through all five of our senses, including taste. In St. John’s Gospel, Jesus says, “My Father giveth you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is that which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life to the world.…” (John 6:32-33) God provides for the last of our five senses with this “bread of God.” But what is this bread? And where can we get it? Christ Himself provides the answer in verse 35, “And Jesus said to them: I am the bread of life: he that cometh to Me shall not hunger: and he that believeth in Me shall never thirst.” Jesus Christ is Himself our Daily Bread, the Bread of Life. But are we supposed to actually eat Him? Verses 54-57, “Then Jesus said to them: ‘Amen, amen I say unto you: Unles you eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink His blood, you shall not have life in you. He that eateth My flesh, and drinketh My blood, hath everlasting life: and I will raise him up in the last day. For My flesh is meat indeed: and My blood is drink indeed. He that eateth My flesh, and drinketh My blood, abideth in Me, and I in him.'”

In order to fully receive the entirety of God, Who is Truth (and Way and Life), we must receive the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ. And by ‘receive’ I don’t mean just assume possession of or claim ownership over, but to take into yourself, assimilate, or make a part of you. What more perfect way than the Holy Sacrament of the Alter, the Holy Eucharist. Christ present Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity in the form of simple, humble bread and wine.

The God Who is everywhere chose to be somewhere, for the sake of the people He created. He Who transcends the very nature of presence is present in the Blessed Sacrament, so that we can see, hear, smell, feel, and taste Him. Granted, what our senses perceive is bread and wine, but we know and believe through the grace and virtue of Faith that it is true, because Jesus Christ has revealed it to be so. As Jesus Christ, God, is Truth, He cannot deceive, because He cannot go against His own Divine Nature.  

Inside every Catholic church is a golden box. This golden box is called the Tabernacle. Like the Tabernacle in the Old Testament, it houses the Holy of Holies, God’s True Presence. When Christ died, and the veil of the temple was torn down the middle, God came forth to be physically among His people. At Holy Communion, when Catholics process to the altar, they receive the Body and Blood of God. In Adoration, they worship Jesus Christ, truly present in the Sacred Host, as if He were standing right there, enthroned in Splendor. Because, you see, He is. The Way, the Truth, and the Life is right there, always, waiting to be sought out, discovered, and loved.

Remember this, the next time you go inside a Catholic church, because THAT is where Truth lives. 

The Fellowship of the Unashamed

I AM A PART of the Fellowship of the Unashamed.

 The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.

 My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is in God’s hands. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, the bare minimum, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, frivolous living, selfish giving, and dwarfed goals.

 I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, applause, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, the best, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith. I lean on Christ’s Presence. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with the power of God’s Grace.

 My face is set. My gait is fast, my goal is heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, and my mission is clear.

 I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

 I won’t give up, shut up, let up or slow up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up,and spoken up for the cause of Christ.

 I am a disciple of Jesus. I am a Catholic.

I must go until He comes, give until I drop, speak out until all know, and work until He stops me. And when He returns for His own, He will have no difficulty recognizing me.

 My banner is clear:

I am a part of the Fellowship of the Unashamed.

(Taken from Patrick Madrid’s website)

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