Monday, September 22, 2014

New Insight

Father Wally was talking about Sunday's Gospel, Matthew 20:1-16a.  In discussion with my "cloistered brothers," I was given a new insight.  This Gospel about the landowner paying everyone the same, no matter how long they worked, used to incense me.  I even expressed my anger on another blog.  I knew that the parable was supposed to be encouraging, especially for my "cloistered brothers."  However, it was just unfair.  Tonight, however, someone asked a good question, "Why do you suppose no one hired these workers?"

I had never given that a thought.

Some answers were that these workers were too old to work.  Maybe they were crippled.  There had to be something wrong with them, or they would have been hired.

If these reasons were true, then that landowner did exactly what I would have done.  I would have been generous and told anyone complaining that it was my choice what to do with my money--exactly what the landowner did in Matthew 20: 15.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

It's Nice to be Wanted, But...

As I was preparing the readings for the Twenty-fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time, the second reading had much for me to reflect upon.  It's Philippians 1:20c-24, 27a.  I too, as Paul, am looking forward to seeing Jesus.  In other words, I'm looking forward to death.  But like Paul, I know that others need me.  So I leave it up to God.  He knows best.  I trust Him.

This morning, as I proclaimed this second reading, I thought of the Mass celebrant, Father Jack.  I bet he also is looking forward to seeing Jesus, yet we parishioners love and need him.  The Archdiocese of Boston needs him.

When you think of it, every Lay Dominican is in the same boat.  We are looking forward to meeting Jesus, yet as lay people, we have families and obligations that need us.

 The same could be true of all people who take their religion seriously, couldn't it?

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Sunday Snippets -- A Catholic Carnival

What's your favorite prayer?  I've already blogged about mine, three years ago.  It's the prayer cried out in the slave markets of Alexandria, which was known as the Valley of Tears.  It's called Salve Regina or in English, Hail Holy Queen.  The words fit a drama queen, like myself.
     
Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy,
Hail our life, our sweetness and our hope.
To thee do we cry,
Poor banished children of Eve;
To thee do we send forth our sighs,
Mourning and weeping in this vale of tears.
Turn then, most gracious advocate,
Thine eyes of mercy toward us;
And after this our exile,
Show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
O clement, O loving,
O sweet Virgin Mary.
℣ Pray for us O holy Mother of God,
℟ that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ, thy Son,Our Lord.

Click over to my blogger friends' post, linked on This That And The Other Thing Blog, to see their favorite prayers.  We also talk about our week's post.  Here's mine:

Monday -- My first movie review

Tuesday -- A short story

Wednesday -- My answer

Thursday -- I was just bursting with Love.

Saturday -- The first question you should ask.

Thanks for reading.  Pray for me, as I do you.

When Did You Stop Praying?

Have you noticed that people you used to see at prayer group, or Ultreyas, or daily Mass, and you no longer see them, aren't as happy as they once were.  They just have a look of discontent.  After talking with them for awhile, you see why.  They stopped praying.  They just don't see with the same eyes.

When God walks with us (thru prayer) during our day, we see lots to talk (pray) to him about--the man with an angry expression, the child walking to school crying, the worried lady.  When we stop talking (praying) we don't look at everything in the same way.  That's not a good thing.  It will affect us negatively.  Most notably, we will focus and magnify our own troubles.

Let go and let God.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

The More You Give, The More You Get

from M.K.  Pencil in the Hole
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts, heaven and earth are full of Your glory.  (This ejaculatory prayer is known as the Angelic Praise of the Most Sacred Trinity.)

More and more I see and understand that the more we people praise the Lord, the more we are aware of God's abiding presence.  And that causes us to praise Him more!

Besides, I myself feel my negative, sarcastic, and cynical self melt away.  It's like all negative thoughts drop the closer I become to God.

And it feels great!

I praise You Jesus for the grace of knowing You and for the anointing of the Holy Spirit that You have given me.  I praise You for giving me the spirit eyes to see Your presence in my life.  I praise You for You.  Thank You Jesus for loving me.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Cross

"Why do you Catholics always bless yourselves so often?"

"We often make the sign of the cross to begin and end our prayers, because it's a sign to remind us of Jesus' love for us."

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Find in my Closet

One morning when I opened my closet door, my eyes were instantly drawn to a dress.  It was a dress I never saw before. 

“What is this?”   “How did it get here?”

I live alone.  “Where did this come from?”  I pulled out this navy, long sleeved, dress.  It had a pencil skirt, to the knee length I liked.  The neckline was jeweled.  “O-o-oh.”  I liked it.  “But this dress isn't mine.  Where did it come from?  Am I going crazy?”

I thought about this.  No one had recently stayed at my apartment.  No one had even visited me.  “How bizarre!”

I even opened the closet door a few times, just to check that my eyes weren't playing tricks.  The dress was always there.  And I was beginning to like it more and more.

“Would it hurt to try it on?”  I looked at the tag.  It was my size.  The name brand read, Imagination. “Humph—never heard of it.” There were washing instructions.  “Good.  I don’t buy dry clean only clothes.”   What am I saying?  I didn't buy this.  I know I didn’t.  I have absolutely no need to buy a business casual dress.  I’m retired. 

Well, no use arguing with myself, as I stepped into the dress and zipped up the back.  It was perfect—made for me.  As I turned myself around to see the back, in my full length mirror, I felt myself spin—faster and faster.

“Whoa.”  When I stopped, I found myself at a raised platform, addressing a myriad of people.  On the ceiling was a map of the world.  In the center was the North Pole surrounded by olive tree branches formed into a wreath.  This is the symbol for the United Nations.

There was a discussion about a proposal I just made.  I was proposing an idea similar to the Olympics, only it involved music.  Every two years, a country would host a musical festival.  Musicians from all over the world would be invited to participate.  Everyone seemed favorably excited about the proposal. 

The discussions continued until the meeting adjourned for the night. As I followed everybody to the exit, I was tapped on the shoulder and turned around and saw myself in the mirror. 
  
The entire UN venue disappeared.  I was still wearing the blue dress.  “What is going on?  This is crazy.”

Hurriedly, I unzipped and stepped out of the dress.  I hung it up and placed it way in back of my closet.  I don’t think I want to wear that, anymore.  “Do you think I should donate it to goodwill?”