Charlottesville 

What happened in Charlottesville was evil. Pure and simple. The same evil my father fought in WWII, now come home to America, complete with swastikas, seig heils (including “heil Trump”) and chants of “JEWS won’t replace us”, and, in the end, murder. The KKK, neo-Nazis, and white supremacists, spewing their hate, were out in full force. 

This is not a partisan issue. It is not about who you voted for in November 2016. It is about good versus evil, love versus hatred, and every American who believes that we are all, each one of us, created in the image of God, must have the courage to speak out against the dehumanizing tactics and beliefs of the evil that had arisen in our midst. 

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wordless wednesday, catching up, Xmas edition

Gulp. I just realized that I haven’t posted since November. Granted, I’ve had a lot happening in my life, but shouldn’t I be blogging the most at times like this? Instead I drew into my turtle shell. However, since this is Wordless Wednesday, I will skip the writing and catch up using photos!. Pictures of Christmas, that is; I had the flu–influenza flu, not tummy flu–and George had to work both days, I missed my family horribly, but I had plenty of reading for school:

philosophy companiontheology booksBut I enjoyed our decorations, and our tree:

reheaded angel(Like the redhaired angel above, a gift from my friend Monica. Looks a lot like me when I first wake up in the morning…)

xmas ornament--GermanOur first Christmas ornament, hand-blown German glass (above)handmade starA crocheted star by one of my grandmothers (above)tree 2013, 1and bw xmas tree(Funny the way this black and white version reminds me so much of my childhood Christmases.)

And speaking of childhood Christmases, my favorite part was always Midnight Mass.inky at xmasIt was very hard to miss Midnight Mass at Incarnation, the church where I grew up, buried my dad, made my First Communion, Confirmation, and got married (a friend took this picture). actually, we tried to make it, after George got home from work. After driving 45 minutes in near-blizzard conditions, we arrived at Incarnation at about ten minutes before midnight, only to discover that Midnight Mass is now at, um, ten pm. Next year, we are going to the Basilica!

But still, we got a couple of “family portraits” and I managed to get most of our cards out:

Marincel xmas 2013And here is the black and white version:

black and white Xmas 2013So, I leave you with this quote. It is about Christmas, but it applies all year-long:

“That is the joyful message of Christmas night: if the little child who was born in Bethlehem is truly the Son of God, then from that moment on everything becomes possible”–Cistercian Abbott Andre Louf

Which reminds me that I almost forgot to add our little creche, complete with a cocker spaniel come to adore the Baby Jesus!

our crecheBelated blessings of the season to all of you!

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The Most Beautiful Of All

I had to reblog this; the quote made my day and upped my gumption quotient. I will barrel through this fibro flare, migraines and all!

 

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The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all. — Mulan

adversity flower

 

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What If You Loved Like That?

I love this post! These are questions I often ask myself, but I think my biggest question is this: Why is it so hard to love ourselves unconditionally, the way God does?

 

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What would the world look like if you loved yourself unconditionally? What if you loved yourself no matter what? Regardless if you failed, succeeded, finished, stopped, chose, or chose not to? What if you loved yourself despite what anyone had to say about you, especially what you had to say about you? What if you loved yourself without conditions? What would the world feel like, be like? What if you expanded the allowing, as to embrace everything you ever did or didn’t do, and accepted it all? What if you loved yourself like that?

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friday eight: hymns

Courtesy of my friends over at RevGalBlogPals, here is today’s Friday Five:

Friday Five: Favorites Old and New

You know how sometimes you just want to have a hymn sing?

Well, today is that day.

Share with the group five favorite hymns or praise songs or songs that bring you close to the Spirit (that’s a pretty wide net!) and why they are special to you.

Bonus if you can share Youtube videos or audio files of one or two or more.

Well, okay, here are my efforts. It will take the workings of the Holy Spirit for me to manage the media aspect of this…

1. Prayer of St. Francis

2. Ave Maria, by Schubert. Not really a sing-along, but the ultimate Catholic hymn.

3. Be Not Afraid. I’ve sung this in the shower, in the hospital, at my dad’s funeral. It comforts me whenever I feel scared and alone, or sad and grieving.

4.  Hymn Tune Thaxted/O God Beyond All Praising. Bittersweet. My wedding processional, and my beloved friend Emilie’s funeral processional.

5. Holy God We Praise They Name. Every time I sing this, I go straight back to childhood, sitting between my parents at Incarnation Church during mass. Classic.

I can’t stop at five, though. so this will be my Friday Eight!

6. For All the Saints. Another classic. I choose this one for my mom’s funeral, appropriately enough, I still think.

7. All Creatures of Our God and King. Based on the poetry of St. Francis of Assisi. (Recessional at mom’s funeral. She loved St. Francis!)

8. And, of course, my Grandma’ Resch’s favorite: How Great Thou Art.

 

6 Helpful Prayers to Know

I had to add these prayers to my blog. I know I am not the only one who struggles with depression, and these prayers are simply beautiful. There is even a prayer for those contemplating suicide–by Mother Theresa, of all people. I’m not sure why, I just never thought she would understand the depths of despair depression can lead to. But judging by her prayer, she did.

grace everywhere

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Earth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Grace is everywhere, even in our darkest moments, when we feel unloved, alone, and unwanted. I’ve been there, through the pain of PTSD and major depression, the loss of both of my parents, whom I loved dearly, and the agony of infertility. And somehow, just when I’m on the verge of giving up all hope, that I have found God in my heart. I have found God in the deepest, darkest night, patiently waiting for me to notice.  And I have discovered God the most in the mundane, every day things. St. Theresa of Avila once talked about finding God in “the pots and pans.” I figure that if God is found in washing the dishes, then God must be lurking  everywhere, if we only have the heart to see!

That’s what this blog is about. My spiritual journey, discoveries of grace in the most ordinary places, my encounters with God on the bus, in Church, in my hospital room. It is about realizing that the little things really do matter.

 

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