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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Saved by the Rosary

St. Louis de Montfort claims that the Rosary will save me from hell.  Whew!  I'm safe.  I pray a daily rosary because its part of the Rule of Lay Dominicans.  And since de Montfort says forcing oneself to obey when you don't want to is an act of love, it's worth more.  

   Think--a parent toting around their little hockey player across the state to a practice in the wee hours of the                morning.
               That's love!

Here's the saint's quote.  (You have to get use to the way he writes.)

   If you say the Rosary faithfully until death, I do assure you that, in spite of the gravity of your sins
   "you shall receive a never fading crown of glory" (1Peter 5:4). Even if you are on the brink of 
   damnation, even if you have one foot in hell, even if you have sold your soul to the devil as      sorcerers do, who practise black magic, and even if you are a heretic as obstinate as a devil, sooner or later you will be converted and will amend your life and save your soul, if--and mark well what I
   say--if you say the Holy Rosary devoutly every day, until death, for the purpose of knowing the
   truth and obtaining contrition and pardon for your sins.

Ooops, he did say devoutly pray.  Even so, I picture Our Lady lassoing her children, from the gates of hell, with her rosary.  





Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Mother Knows Best




Once upon a time, in a town not so far away, lived a disobedient granddaughter.  She wasn’t disobedient all the time, just some of the time.  Usually, she was pretty good.

However, one day she spied a stick of gum on her grandmother’s dresser and she took it.  Grandma told her granddaughter that Mama did not want her to have gum.

“But I want it.”

“Mama said no.  She doesn’t want you to have gum.”

This conversation did not end well.  Granddaughter was feeling naughty.  “Mama is just a grouch!”

At this exclamation Grandma threw the gum away into the waste basket.  But granddaughter did not listen and she sneaked the gum out of the trash.  Worse, when no one was looking she put it in her mouth.  She thought she was being clever and chewed the gum quietly and was careful that no one saw her chewing.

Soon however, the sweetness inside the gum went away.  The gum wasn’t so sweet anymore.  In fact, it didn’t have any taste at all.  It felt like she was chewing paper.  Yuck!

But she was a stubborn granddaughter and kept the gum in her mouth all the way to bedtime.  She was really chewing the gum in her bed because no one was watching her, now.  She chewed and chewed and chewed, until she fell asleep.  She only stopped chewing because she was asleep.  In fact, just as she fell asleep the gum fell out of her mouth, through her teeth, over her lips, and onto her pillow. 

Granddaughter didn’t know the gum had fallen out and was stuck on her pillow.  She didn’t know that when she turned her head her hair got stuck on the gum.  She had no idea that every time she turned over in her sleep, the gum was squashed and squished deeper and deeper into her beautiful long as a princess hair. 
Her hair was a mess of gum.  But granddaughter didn’t know.  In the morning, she got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast.  Mama was shocked. 

“What happened to your hair?”

Granddaughter touched her hair to smooth it down ….WHAT?  At first she thought bugs were in her hair, but then she remembered.  It was the gum.  The gum was stuck all over her hair.  Really stuck!

Granddaughter started to cry.

“You naughty girl!  Look what you did to your long as a princess hair.”

Mamaa tried to pull the gum out but it hurt.  Soon the granddaughter was really, really crying.  It was terrible.  Mamma scolded and the crying turned to screaming.

There was only one thing to do.

“Oh no!”  Granddaughter’s eyes opened wide.  Her feet walked her backwards.  Her body whimpered and shivered. “No-o-o-o-…”

Mama had scissors in her hand.  She had no choice.  She had to cut the gum out of the hair—that beautiful, long as a princess hair. 

Snip, snip….soon the crying softened to whimpering, to sniveling.  But the gum was cut out.

Oh, her hair?  Gone was the long as a princess hair.  Granddaughter now looked like Henry Hugglemonster. 

 


What a lot of unhappy trouble Granddaughter caused.  All because she didn’t obey her mother.  I hope she learned her lesson.  Mother knows best.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Harmony


For Lectio Divina I'm still reading Mother Miriam Pollard's, o.c.s.o., book, The Listening God.  This morning, Mother writes about appreciation.  I couldn't help think of her thoughts as being comparable to mine, and also, so opposite of Saint Louis de Montfort's.

Mother writes, in speaking of those like de Montfort who walk the Purgative Way:

 "...We are not made for suffering but for joy.  Joy is our native land.  Under present circumstances, we will get our share of pain, but we are not asked to stroke and cuddle it like a pet cat.  We are invited to hold it as lightly as we can and to find in it, at least eventually, a joy whose character differs from the joy we would have had without the pain...
...It is not only good therapy but good religion to notice the bits of beauty, humor, gracefulness, and social comfort which litter even the barest roads of responsibility.  We don't have to lunge at every pleasure in sight; we don't even have to leave the road.  God meets us there in small beauties and inconsequential delights.  He coaxes our laughter at the incongruity of our self determination.
   The point is harmony.

Ah, here's the money quote.  The point is harmony.  I say keep your eyes on joy itself, which is God.  Of course, bad things will happen.  We're not living in the Garden of Eden.  There is joy in acceptance of the "bad."  God turns the bad into good.

I just love Mother Miriam.  I see her across the altar, every time I go to Mount St. Mary Abbey, for Mass.  I would love to have her as a spiritual director.  Once, I even asked Father Aquinas to ask her if she would accept me as a spiritual directee.  However, she is cloistered, so I knew she wouldn't be able to.  But that's how I got Father Aquinas as a spiritual director.

Case in point!

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sunday Snippets -- A Catholic Carnival


This is the day for linking up with my fellow bloggers, at This And That And The Other Thing.  We all link to R'Ann's blog to share our week's posts.  This week I posted:

Monday  --  Watch your mouth!

Tuesday  --  Do you want a patron saint for 2015?

Wednesday  --  There is no true justice here on earth, you know.  Thank God, for God!

Thursday --  Still praying for Father Gordon MacRae.

Friday  --  New Year's Resolution.

Saturday  --  Saint Louis de Montfort is killing me.

Why don't you click here to link to my friends' blogs for some good reading.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

I Deserve Hell

Fra Angelico's Mocking of Jesus

Were it not for the gifts of hope and Holy Spirit, I think I would have lost the will to live.  Saint Louis de Montfort is killing me.

I have passed the halfway point, in St. Louis de Montfort's True Devotion Consecration to Mary. This is five weeks of prayers, daily meditations, and spiritual guidance.  I have learned that I am: " ... more vile than unclean animals...more gluttonous than hogs...lazier than tortoises...weaker than reeds...more capricious than peacocks...more maggot ridden than swill...".  You get the idea?

So do I and I'm sick to death of it.

But I've made the commitment to do this consecration and I will do it.

I would not recommend Saint Louis de Montfort's Consecration to anyone.  Looking at it in my times, from my culture, de Montfort is crazy.  He has a dark nature.  He's sadistic, insulting, negative, and neurotic.   But since I'm faithful to the point of stupidity, I'll finish de Montfort's book.  Take notice though; I'm writing my own consecration.  I'll post it on this blog for Lent.  I promise you it'll be quick and easy.  You'll be able to do it while stopped at traffic lights.  You will fall in love with Mary and her Son.  Also, you will love yourself because God made you in His image, and He is Love.

Friday, January 2, 2015

The Important New Year's Resolution


Today, January 2, 2015, everyone is talking about the New Year's resolutions that they've made.  Most of them seem to revolve around "getting more exercise,"  "starting a diet," etc.  What good does it do to be an ideal weight, have a buff body, exercise your heart, keep your blood pressure and cholesterol low, when everyone dies anyway.  Don't you think it would be better to get and keep your soul in good condition?

Personally, I'm doing them all.  I need to liver longer to get my soul in shape.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Can You Help Father Gordon MacRae?


If your a regular reader of my blog, you've read many posts about Father Gordon MacRae.  Gordon MacRae is a priest who has been wrongly convicted.  With help from Suzanne Sadler, Father MacRae publishes a blog entitle These Stone Walls.  Suzanne posts what Father telephones or mails to her.  Suzanne has been doing this for five years--for free.  She would like to update her publishing equipment.  Can you help?  Can you spare $ 10?  How about a prayer? Have you ability to spread the word (email, blog, FaceBook, tweet)?

I beg you to find room in your heart to help Father Gordon MacRae.  He's been in prison for over 20 years.  That's more than enough.  If you can donate, please click here.

Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed.

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