Christmas Wonderings
...sit in pure, quiet adoration of the Beauty that is ever ancient and ever new held within the person of a sweet, newborn baby.
...sit in pure, quiet adoration of the Beauty that is ever ancient and ever new held within the person of a sweet, newborn baby.
A priest who knew Mother Teresa recounted a simple story of her. He was sitting next to her on a plane. She was looking out the window, and all of a sudden she turned to the priest and said, “The…
Lord, give me the grace to recognize each daily opportunity to grow nearer to You through the arduous struggle of practicing virtue.
And so, in the midst of my crumbly, fumbly, full, blessed life, Mary came to my side! Mary came through Maria. Standing at the foot of my cross, as we stood together at the foot of each friend’s cross.
De reflects on the ways we unconsciously reject our Lord because His ways, His Mercy and His Love do not fit neatly into our self-defined categories or “rules” about life.
This is what the Sacred Heart is for us. A safe refuge from all the hurts and arrows of this world. A comfort amidst our crosses. An embrace when we feel alone.
Our vineyard hearts need the Divine Gardener to keep the weeds and the little foxes from wreaking havoc. De writes about our need for Him to tend to our hearts so our lives will yield good fruit.
Megan beautifully presents the important challenge of owning our own belovedness and opening our hearts that we might see the belovedness of others, even those who cause us difficulty or annoyance.
Similar to the Aztec culture of Juan Diego's time, far too often today, women allow their dignity and their purity to be sacrificed to 'false gods' - lust, pornography, and other forms of sexual violence.
Jesus is standing waiting for me at the wedding altar in this moment, but He was also there yesterday, last week, two years ago, ten years ago, every day, every moment of my life beginning at my baptism.