These folks have a bad case of “mine-itis”

These folks have a bad case of “mine-itis”

Hail, hail, the gang’s all here!

If you’re going to post something on your blog after a few months away, why not write about what you know? Here’s an excerpt from my Sunday Gospel reflection for CatholicMom.com wherein I break down Sacred Scripture utilizing my mad knowledge of Sesame Street:

In today’s Gospel, I’m struck by the disloyal tenants, who, entrusted with harvesting fruit from the Master’s vineyard, not only refuse to give of what they’ve been given, but beat and kill those who come to collect the harvest, including the Master’s Son. The tenants suffer from the most extreme case of “mine-itis,” where desire to possess and rule brings certain destruction.

Read the rest here.

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He truly is I AM

He truly is I AM

2017 0404 BIS ImageIn today’s First Reading, the Israelites are complaining to Moses. Again.

Oh, those ungrateful Israelites. Shame on them!

Almighty God sent incredible plagues to thwart the Egyptians and split the Red Sea in two. He provided a way so His chosen people could leave the chains of slavery behind and enter the Promised Land. And still they grumbled and murmured against Him. I can practically hear them whining now: “We’re tiiiiiiired. We’re huuuuungryyyyy. This is awwwwwful. Are we theeeerrrre yet??” [Sounds like a few (or five) kids I know.]

Their lack of faith was not without consequence; the Lord sent deadly serpents to attack them. When they turned back to God and prayed for relief, He provided a way out. Only those who looked upon the bronze saraph mounted on a pole by Moses survived the serpents’ deadly attacks.

Yes. It’s easy for me to shake my head in disbelief at the immature and clueless Israelites. They grew weary and impatient and frustrated and doubted that God was making a way for them not only to survive, but to thrive.

Yet, if I’m honest with myself, am I any better than the grumbliest of grumblers in the desert?

Read the rest here.

photo credit: (c) blessed is she // used with permission

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Pleasing God vs. Pleasing People

Pleasing God vs. Pleasing People

october-3-2016-imageHave you ever thrown yourself headlong into a task only to discover that God is obviously asking you to pursue another route?

Consider today’s Scripture readings. The parable of the Good Samaritan is rife with thought-provoking themes, including the most obvious: every person, regardless of station, season, creed, or country is, in fact, our neighbor, and worthy of love and respect. 

Surely could write about that, yet it wasn’t where God was leading.

Recently, I read fascinating commentary that illuminated today’s parable in a whole new way for me: the Good Samaritan is Christ Himself, and the robbers represent us falling into Satan’s grasp. Ultimately, neither the law (the Levite) nor the prophets (the priest) can save us, but only Christ Himself Who takes us to an inn (the Church) to seek healing

I wanted to write about that, and, more specifically, how, even if we were to diligently study our faith until the moment we draw our last breath, it would be virtually impossible to unearth and savor every drop of its goodness because there is just so. very. much.

But that’s not what God wanted me to ponder today, either. He’s a mysterious One, that Holy Spirit!

As it turns out, God wanted me to write about my tendency to look to others’ approval and acceptance for my sense of self-worth. He wanted me to reflect on St. Paul’s words in today’s First Reading:

“Am I now currying favor with human beings or God?
Or am I seeking to please people?
If I were still trying to please people,
I would not be a slave of Christ.”


Take a moment to read my complete reflection over at Blessed is She.


So, do I place primacy of importance on pleasing God with my words and actions? Sometmes.

All too often, I still choose to consider what others will think of me or my husband or our family if I or we say or do this or that or the other. I’m telling you – it isn’t easy to be a recovering people-pleaser! Maybe you can relate.

Sometimes I choose the path of least resistance over the path of righteousness. I go with the flow rather than speaking the truth in love. I hold back or carelessly barrel ahead because doing so, at least on the face of it, makes things a bit easier for the time being. But as Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI famously said, “We are not called to comfort – we are called to greatness.” 

Here’s praying that, with God’s help, we can follow His call with complete surrender, caring quite a bit less about what others think as we’re walking with Him.

God bless you!

heather

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Vintage RCM: Where are *my* roses??!

Vintage RCM: Where are *my* roses??!

Hello! Today’s post is from exactly seven years ago, on the Feast of St. Thérèse of Lisieux 2009 wherein I prove that I can be jut as bratty and entitled as St. Thérèse was reported to be in her childhood. I hope you enjoy this Vintage edition of RCM. 

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Today is the Feast of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, a Doctor of the Church. I have grown to love her “little way,” since most days I feel (okay, act) pretty little, myself.

Anyway, I have heard wondrous stories of people experiencing the fulfillment of Thérèse’s promise to “let fall a shower of roses” from heaven. And, earlier today, I was wondering – quite unattractively, mind you – where are MY roses?

Alright, so it’s totally selfish. I get it. Patience is a virtue and all that. But my husband and I said the St. Thérèse novena over the past nine days, and I was imptiently wondering, not if, but WHEN my roses would show up.

Today also happens to be my spiritual director’s feast day. She said they don’t celebrate birthdays in her religious order, but they do celebrate their feast days, so I thought I’d drop off a card on my way to another appointment across town.

Turns out, she had taken her feast day off, lucky lady. I dropped off the card and, since she wasn’t there, I had a few extra minutes to say a quick prayer in the on-site chapel.

My eyes fixed on the tabernacle straight ahead, and I had to smile.therese-roses

There, on either side of the tabernacle holding the precious Blessed Sacrament of Jesus Christ, were two vases holding the most gorgeous, perfect, vibrant pink roses I have ever laid eyes on.

Now, I know those roses weren’t originally intended for me, and yet, in a way, they were absolutely meant for me. I think Thérèse was showing me, in her simple yet profound way, that my consolation always has been and always will be waiting for me in the Tabernacle. She used “my” roses to adjust my attitude and point me in the right direction.

Thank you, fair Maiden of Lisieux, for the heavenly reminder. May Jesus be praised now and forevermore!

Love,

heather

 

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Wherein I rap today’s Gospel

Wherein I rap today’s Gospel

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Okay. You got me.

There might be a slight bait and switch going on with today’s post title. While it is highly probable that somehow, somewhere on the interwebz there is raw footage of me actually beatboxing or rapping or otherwise making a fool of myself for the Gospel, I’m not unearthing said footage today (cue my mother breathing a sigh of relief).

Rather, I’m over at Blessed is She, rapping about today’s Gospel passage, which is, quite literally, an oldie but a goody about the contradictions of Christian life. I share a bit about the methodology I use to dive into Scripture, as well as acknowledge how crazy it often seems to live as Christ-bearers in today’s post-Christian society:

“When we live the paradoxical, counter-cultural realities of Christianity, however, we are promised fruit that remains. In Him—and not in the world—we are ultimately satisfied. In Him, we rejoice and leap for joy. The Kingdom of God is ours through Jesus. Let’s continue to feed on the Word as we journey this road with Him.”

Read the rest here, y’all, and let me know what you do to keep yourself immersed in and open to His Living Word.

God bless y’all,

heather

photo courtesy Blessed is She

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