Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Stevie Nicks' "Sara"

Today, I read that Stevie Nicks publicly announced that her famous song, "Sara", was written about the baby she aborted back in the late 70's.  This was a baby conceived from her affair with Don Henley, of the Eagles.  This story has absolutely shook me to the core, and I have not been able to get her, the song, or baby Sara out of my mind all day.  The sadness I have felt for Stevie, Sara, and Don has just overshadowed my day.  Fleetwood Mac is probably my all-time favorite rock band, and truth be told, I wanted to grow up and be a female rocker with a kick*** voice like Stevie Nicks or the Heart sisters, Ann and Nancy Wilson.  One well-recorded night (in my memory) in 1977, my family went out for pizza and immediately after wandered into a nearby record store.  My parents bought two albums that night, I believe.  One was Heart's "Dreamboat Annie" and the other was Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours".  I played those albums over and over and over.  I memorized all the lyrics.  I, of course, belted out those songs day after day …for years to come.  Stevie Nicks was a personality I kept up with all these years, and every time I heard one of her songs I was instantly transported to my childhood - the warm Tampa, FL air, the dancing and twirling, the singing, and the emulating.


"Sara" was released a couple years later in 1979 on their album, "Tusk", and "Sara" became my favorite Fleetwood Mac song…but I wondered about the lyrics. I remember my father telling me that the band members were kind of all dating each other and it wasn't really working out.  That was a lot for my child brain to wrap around.  Of course, children see the world so simply.  In years since, I have come to find out that Stevie Nicks has struggled with a heroine addiction, has had an abortion, has had failed relationships, and on and on.  Will celebrities ever really be able to put fame in its place? It always seems to have a stranglehold on its victims.

Pro-lifers have long been speaking about, writing about, marching about, and shouting about the horrendous side-effects associated with abortions.  Addiction, depression, suicide, failed relationships, miscarriages, infertility, breast cancer, a life of regret, and various other internal physical problems - including death - these are the side effects that we are legally bestowing on the maternal life-givers of our society.  This is what we are encouraging women to do to themselves…and their babies.  Yes, that's right.  We are encouraging this. Millions of women have suffered through this barbaric, torturous, and deathly experience, and most suffer in silence for a lifetime.

I don't know what Stevie Nicks truly feels about her experience, as I am not in her heart.  Only God knows what is in her heart.  I can tell you that writing a song about the baby she killed is not just a ditty about a blob of cells.  The "pro-choice" camp will tell you that it is, and that every woman has the right to expel that blob.  Sadly, they just don't see the whole picture.  They are seeing the trees and not the forest.  This is such a bigger matter than a medical procedure.  Stevie Nicks wrote a song about her baby girl, "Sara".  Every time she sang that song - every performance she ever gave - she thought of her baby and the death of her baby at hers and Don's own hands.  Clearly it was a "choice" she has lamented all these 35 years.

I had read somewhere else (I can't remember where) that she was surprised at Don Henley's sort of indifferent reaction to her decision.  I think that was the hardest part for me to read.  This is an all too familiar scenario for women and their "choice" to abort.  Of course, we have heard of the heinous crimes men have committed against women literally dragging them to abortion clinics or forcing abortifacient drugs on them.  We don't hear the millions of stories of women who kill their babies because their lover, boyfriend, or husband simply is indifferent …leading the woman to believe she will have no help in raising this beautiful gift from God and sending her into disparity and a "choice" that will have deathly results and lifelong harm for her.  No, we don't hear those stories.  This is profoundly sad.  These women whisper everyday in their cavernous wounds of regret.

Stevie Nicks grieved, and she is probably still grieving for Sara.  I am grieving for Sara today.  I am grieving for Stevie and Don.  I pray that baby Sara is praying for her parents to grow closer to our Lord and live in His light - not the limelight.  I am so happy for Stevie that she decided to publicly disclose this very personal piece of information.  It puts a very public face on the dark private world of the abortion business.  It is bleak, smarmy, dirty, deathly, at times covert, and always evil.  It has touched the lives of millions of women and men and robbed 56 million people of their lives.  Sara is a precious gem in God's eyes.  She is also - painfully for me to say - common….for she is one in 56 million.  Pray for women around the world every day that they will make the right choice ~ that they will say YES TO LIFE!

If you or someone you know has had an abortion and needs help or has worked in the abortion industry and now regrets it, please know there is help.
Project Rachel/Hope After Abortion :  http://hopeafterabortion.com
Silent No More :  http://www.silentnomoreawareness.org/index.aspx
Rachel's Vineyard :  http://www.rachelsvineyard.org
And Then There Were None :  http://www.attwn.org

There are other organizations.  You can search "post abortion counseling".

These are the lyrics to "Sara":
Wait a minute baby
Stay with me awhile
Said you'd give me light
But you never told me about the fire

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it's gone
It doesn't matter what for
When you build your house
Then call me home

And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match, he was singing
And undoing, and undoing the laces
Undoing the laces

Said Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, never stop
But now it's gone
It doesn't matter what for
But when you build your house
Then call me home

Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
I'd stay home at night, all the time
I'd go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I'm there, yeah
Ask me and I'm there, I care

In the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it's gone
They say it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Then please call me home

Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, and don't you ever stop
Now it's gone
No it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
I'll come by


Thursday, September 11, 2014

Kindergarten!!! The Flying Dutch Monkey Swings On In

This one's for all the parents of kindergarteners... 

It is that time of year again…you know, when the loving teachers ask the parents to "let them know" a "little something" about their children.  Well….my youngest son started kindergarten this year, and since I have already dedicated a post on my blog to parenting him (which you can read HERE ), I figured I would write my letter to the teacher and post it here as well…

Dear "My Son's Teacher",

When I was pregnant with this beautiful boy, I kept hearing God telling me that he would be sweet natured, loving, and obedient.  Yes, those were the words I kept hearing.  Those words ran around in my head as my insatiable appetite grew along with my belly.  They grew and grew and grew until I thought I might be carrying Godzilla inside!

Then the kicking began.  This wasn't the ordinary kicking that babies do.  Oh no.  This little boy thought he was sitting on little tiny bleachers in there and he took great glee in stomping in a downward motion, as if he was at a basketball game stomping to "We Will Rock You"!  Seriously, I did not know that babies could squeeze little chairs in there with them!  Those words of obedient and loving kept running around in my head and I really wondered.

After tipping the scales at 200 pounds, I gave birth to the tiny saint only for him to let me know that the same mama's milk that had grown and nurtured two babies prior would not be enough for him.  Don't get him wrong …he loved it, but he'd need another 8 ounces of formula as the chaser.  

By the time he was two years old he had a new baby sister, and his father and I had lovingly nicknamed him "Blonde Destruction" and "The Flying Dutch Monkey" - as seen here in these photos…
THIS is how his days started.

Thus the "flying" part

When he began preschool the following year, I kind of quickly kissed him goodbye at the door …and then ran for my life - praying all the way home that I would not get the phone call from the preschool director that Blonde Destruction was sitting next to her in the "uncooperative chair".  To my extreme bewilderment, the teacher said he was "sooooooo good" and "soooooo quiet".  She said he was the most well-behaved boy in the class!  Had I reached an all-time low??? Were the other boys so bad that my Flying Dutch Monkey's behavior paled in comparison?  No! Apparently, he (upon setting foot inside the preschool classroom) became my sweet-natured, loving, and obedient saint of a child that God said he was.  Wow!  Didn't see that one coming!

So, you see, it seems as though Blonde Destruction saves up all that goodness for you teachers.  As a matter-of-fact, he informs me that he is "the bestest boy in the whole kindergarten"!  

Here are some interesting facts about the Flying Dutch Monkey:

His passions are dinosaurs - the scarier the better - especially when they're terrifying his little sister, drawing and painting, and Godzilla!

He is a "Master Builder" of LEGOS and loooooooved the new LEGO movie.  Blonde Destruction loves to keep all LEGOS in tiny pieces all over the floor just so mom can scream in agony as she's walking across the floor - ahem, I mean, so he can really get those creative juices flowing and build spaceships, monsters, and trucks.

He loves putting on costumes and wearing them in new and innovative ways - as displayed here:

A new version of Spiderman…or a cowboy…or Captain Underpants?

My Flying Dutch Monkey is a funny, creative, intelligent, energetic, sweet-natured, loving, and obedient boy who thinks outside the box.  As his mother, I have learned to be more patient, and my heart has grown immensely from the love this boy gives. 

My hopes and dreams for this year?  I pray he doesn't help you to learn to be more patient, but I do hope your heart will grow from the love this boy gives.

Bearer of the Flying Dutch Monkey  aka Blonde Destruction

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Women: We Are Comrades, Not Competition

A few weeks ago, I happened to be in a waiting room with my 18 year old son.  It was filled with mostly women.  Upon leaving, my son remarked to me that women are very different from men.  I said that was true, but asked him what he meant.  He said that he notices that when women are all in a room together all we do is look each other up and down and give each other dirty looks.  He said that if it were men all in a room together, they'd be instantly talking about sports or something and laughing.  He asked me why women treat each other the way we do.  I didn't really have a great answer other than informing him I had decided LONG AGO that when I enter a room full of women, I look at no one.  I don't want to engage in anyone's stares or nasty looks.

A few days ago, I read this article about a Yazidi Girl who escaped ISIS.  It is a harrowing tale and one that the whole world should read and be extremely concerned about.  She speaks of escaping with another girl and running into the arms of the PKK who helped her ultimately escape.  Do these girls look one another up and down when meeting each other for the first time?  I know you just snorted.  It's laughable.  It's laughable because these people have real problems and are fighting for their lives.  I doubt there is a lot of cattiness involved when women are huddled together praying for their lives.  The Iraqi women are in it together, and by "it" I mean life.  They see the big picture.  They know what is important because so many of them have had it taken away - their husbands, their homes, their children, their virginity, their innocence, their freedom.

So why in the world are we free women so cruel to one another?  Do we have too much? Are our lives so superficial that our mind's most important thoughts revolve around which handbag is on our arm, which shoes are on our feet, which car's steering wheel we're sitting behind, or which fellow female we're being seen with?  Really?  It sounds absurd when I paint this portrait of extreme landscapes - we women in the western free world and the women of Iraq and Syria.

I will say that we modern free women in the U.S. are basically all the same.  When you get down to it, we are simply women created by God.  We are entirely feminine.  We are daughters, sisters, aunts, wives, mothers, and grandmothers.  We probably genuinely care about the same things.  When we encounter each other, we must see a comrade, not competition.  We are all in this together.  Think about how much better our days would be if we all supported each other versus tearing each other down.  We complain that we don't get the same jobs men get or that we're not paid the same, yet we will degrade each other in the workplace and beat each other down to the point where someone loses their job.  We complain that no one listens to us, yet roll our eyes at the the woman who speaks of her "problems" in public.

As a Christian woman, I implore all Christian women to reach out to other women every chance you get.  We are in this together. We really do get each other.  We have husbands who may be great and supportive or may be abusive or neglectful or just difficult to talk to. We have elderly parents we're caring for.  We have children with multitudes of issues.  We have difficult jobs and responsibilities.  We all have our insecurities.  We all have dreams.  Let us build each other up and build a culture in this country that is truly pro-feminine.  We can never do that without first starting with ourselves.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Western Women are Free - Yet Enslave Themselves?

A couple of weeks ago, I read an article about a Syrian woman who had been pushed from her home along with her seven children due to terrorism.  She had no husband as he had gone out into their town to fight and never came back.  She described the "tent city" in which she was now living, and told the harrowing tale of many mothers who were marrying their young daughters off (some as young as 9) to wealthy older men from foreign lands so they would be taken care of and not raped by strangers passing by the tents.  They were all terrified to bathe and definitely could not bathe alone.  The details of the lurking male eyes gave me the chills.

I cannot imagine living in her reality.  That is not a reality here for us in the United States.  Girls are not married off in their preteen years so that the family does not have the burden of raising them anymore or the burden of watching them like a hawk to prevent rape and violence.  These girls on the other side of the world are enslaved to men and their own sexuality.  They are seen merely as sexual objects of a man's desires and the one who will bear children, clean the house, and cook the meals.  If they are single into their teen years, they will most likely be raped and/or murdered.  It is the genuine hope of the parents that their daughters will be married at a young age in order to "protect" them.  This mother in the article went on to include her fears for her daughters as they marry.  What will the nights be like with the new husband?  Will he treat her well?  Will she be cared for?  Will she be forced to move to another country and never seen again?  Very real fears …and a very harrowing tale.

Her story would not leave my mind.  Day after day, I thought of all the middle eastern women - millions of women - who are enslaved by men and valued only for their sexuality.  I thought how these women might act given true freedom from their brutal environment.  I surmised that so many of them must be bright and creative - yearning for the opportunity to share their God-given talents with the world.  …Then I opened up Facebook, and my teenage son's page popped up (since we all share the same computer in our house).  I was going to log out and log back into my page, but the top story on his newsfeed was a picture of three girls with whom he grew up.  They had taken a "selfie" of their group dressed in stripper-worthy bikinis and jacked-up high heals.  It was like a bomb exploding before my eyes.  Truly.  I could not take my eyes off the photo in disbelief.  I kept saying to myself, "I can't believe that's so-and-so", and "I can't believe their mothers don't know or don't care this photo of their daughters is on the internet!"  The photo was so disgusting that I thought to myself, "they are enslaving themselves.  No one is doing it for them."

Why, you say, are they enslaving themselves?  Most women are, and we don't even know it.  In our attempt at "freedom", we have adopted the attitude of, "I can dress however I like and men had better keep their eyes in their heads and their mouths shut."  Looks good on paper.  Doesn't translate to reality very well.  If we as modern free women have a desire to be truly free, we must begin with the way we present ourselves to the world.  What are my son's friends really saying by dressing like that and advertising it on Facebook?  Are they saying, "Look at how smart I am?  Look at what a very accomplished young lady I am about to embark on my higher studies at the University?"  When we dress in revealing ways, we are saying the complete opposite.  We are not celebrating our freedoms, we are enslaving ourselves to continue to be merely sexual objects.

I have been saying for YEARS that we women dress too scantily and we bring all kinds of negative attention on ourselves.  If teens and young women were to dress more modestly, don't you think others around them would concentrate on their faces and the words coming out of their mouths?  We mothers have allowed society to dictate to our daughters how they can/should look in public.  Recent role models have included:  Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, JLo, The Kardashians, Beyonce, Miley Cyrus, and Hugh Hefner's many girlfriends including Kendra Wilkinson, Holly Madison, and Bridget Marquardt.  Great list!  And that list could go on and on.  Women across America are also tuning in to The Housewives of Beverly Hills, New Jersey, Atlanta, etc.  These are the women we hold in esteem???  I think most would agree we don't (I hope).  Many "keep up" with these people just to watch the train wrecks.  But seriously ask yourself how much you HONESTLY want to dress and look like many of them?  HONESTLY.  Our malls are filled to capacity every weekend with girls, teens, and women looking for clothing, shoes, and accessories that help them emulate all these women they see on tv and in the tabloids.

Turn those shows off!  Stop buying the tabloids! Stop buying clothes that barely cover your bodies and scream to the world that you're available for abuse!  That's right. I said it.  You are asking to be abused by dressing in a provocative way.  I would dare anyone to tell me something really great and virtuous that came from wearing a skin tight dress, too short skirt, shorts smaller than a bathing suit bottom, jeans like a second skin, blouse open below the breast line, tank top showing everything, or a teeny tiny bikini to the pool or on the beach.  Seriously.  Tell me! You can't because that scenario does not exist.

Women half way around the world are dying because they are Christian, and they are enslaved to their sexuality because of where they were simply born.  They would give anything to be here in a free country to advance themselves intellectually, emotionally, socially, and spiritually.  I am sure many of them go to sleep at night wishing for their chains of imprisonment to be broken.  We women in the West are free, and yet we are choosing to make our statement to the world be a sexual one.  Through our simple daily choice in clothing, we are choosing to promote ourselves sexually and give ourselves away to numerous men - and asking to be abused.  We - OURSELVES - are willingly perpetuating a lack of respect for our daughters, friends, mothers, sisters, and ourselves.  We can change that ...because we are free.  We must begin respecting ourselves as the truly intelligent, creative, loving, nurturing, sentient beings who were intricately crafted by God.

P.S.  This is not the original article I referenced as I cannot find it; however, this is a good article on the Syrian woman's plight.
Syrian Women's Plight

Sunday, July 20, 2014

New Saying Yes 2 Life Facebook page!

If any of my readers would like to join my Saying Yes 2 Life Facebook page, share the Catholic faith, and spread a culture of LIFE… please click here:

Saying Yes 2 Life Facebook page!

I will post my blog entries as well as Catholic and pro-life news and events.  Please join - I would love to meet you there!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Hail, Full of Grace...

Hail Mary, full of grace….How many times have we Catholics started our prayers this way?  Have we ever stopped right there and thought about just those words?  Those are the words that the angel Gabriel spoke to Mary when he greeted and gave her the wonderful news that she would give birth to our Lord and Savior.

"Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you!" Luke 1:28

Why did Gabriel say, "full of grace"?  This actually goes back to the original Greek word "kecharitomene", which means that Mary was "filled and endowed with grace" from the moment of her conception until her assumption into heaven.  She was sinless from conception.  The word "grace" was a greeting and blessing from God.  It was "God's giving of himself in Christ in order to bring salvation" (Catholic Bible Dictionary).  So when Gabriel greets Mary as "full of grace", he is saying she was completely filled with grace from conception to assumption and by the fact that she was carrying our Lord in her womb.  God literally gave Himself in Christ to Mary "in order to bring salvation".

So many times we overlook Mary in our quest for her son.  Yet it is she who beckons us to know Him.  She calls us.  For me it is a very strong tug in the center of my soul.  She called me to this faith, and once a Catholic, she continued to nudge me closer to her Son.  She is miraculous and glorious; beautiful and serene.  She answered the call to life with a resounding yes.  She answered with a yes because she was full of grace.  She was unwavering in her love for and obedience to God.  She is the prototypical Christian and someone we can look to for help, love, and guidance.

She is our greatest intercessor. She deserves our love, our attention, and our hearts.

And the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favour with God.  And behold you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.  He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there will be no end."
Luke 1:30-33

Monday, July 14, 2014

Biking For Babies!

Did you know that right now three teams of pro life young adults are riding bikes from Dallas, New Orleans, and St. Augustine all the way to Chicago?  That's right.  They're biking across a good portion of the U.S. to raise funds and awareness for the Respect Life movement.  These young adults deserve our attention, our promotion, our prayers, and our financial backing.  Please take a look at their website and see all that the three teams are doing.  Praise God we are raising up a culture of LIFE in this nation!!!

Here is their website:
Biking for Babies

Here is a great, fun, and short video showcasing getting ready for the start of the ride and Day1!

Thursday, June 19, 2014

A Servant of God Passes...

Saying goodbye is just so hard.  Whether it's saying goodbye to your kids in the morning as they head to school, or saying goodbye to your hubby as he prepares for a long day at work, or saying goodbye to loved ones when you may not see them again for months or even years, it always kind of brings a lump to my throat.  The most difficult goodbye is the one that ends with, "'til we meet again in heaven."  Even though we know we may see that person once we pass into eternity, it is so difficult being the one left behind.  The goodbye because of the death of a loved one makes us so sad we may cry for days or years.  It's a tough one to get over.

Recently, a friend of mine passed away, and I definitely feel a void in my life.  He is no longer here to talk to in person, listen to his sage advice, see his smile, have his help with church matters, or just notice his fidgets and quirks that made him "him".  He was a retired priest from New York working at our parish.  He and I became friends many years ago when my oldest son was in junior high at the parish school.  There's something about a priest who makes the effort to be at the kids' dances and in the classrooms talking with them when he, himself, is in failing health.

Here is Father Jerry at the Women's Conference…
fully engaged with one of the participants as he was
with each one of us.

When I began to run the respect life ministry for our parish, I was four months pregnant.  I was told a "Walk for Life" was already planned to be held at our parish for the end of January - I would be nine months pregnant (yikes).  Fr. Jerry offered to help numerous times and in numerous ways.  He was always concerned for me, my health, and the health of the baby.  He came to me one day a few years back and said he wanted to start a women's healing mass at our parish and asked if I would help him.  Of course I said yes, and we were on our way.  This year, our parish will hold its fourth annual healing mass.  When we held the Archdiocesan Women's Conference, he of course said he would be there all day to hear confessions.  This was a man who suffered physically everyday and was on multiple medications.

When his time came to finally meet our Lord, I was, of course, overcome with tremendous sadness over losing my friend, pastor, and confessor, but I was also happy for him as his pain and suffering had ended.  I would not be able to hear his homilies anymore.  I would not see his smile.  I would not see his tremendous efforts at our parish in being what he was called to be… a shepherd to the people.  But…I would forever hold those memories in my heart and in my memory.  The day he died, I heard his voice in my ears non-stop all day.  I kept going over old conversations I had had with him - hearing his advice, his laugh, his kind voice, and the way he sometimes fumbled for words when he wasn't feeling well.  I could feel his hand on mine when I was sad or tired or in need of a friend.

I brought my oldest son with me to the visitation (his funeral was in his home state of NY), as we were all so close to him, and we both did a lot of crying.  It was beautiful to get to say goodbye to him face to face though.  He was lying there so peacefully and dressed in white.  He looked like an angel.   Honestly, as I stood beside his casket and looked at him one last time all I could do was smile.  He had brought so much joy to my life and to my family's life, and I knew he was finally home and free from his earthly pains and troubles.  It definitely brought closure.  I will miss this humble servant of God, this man who was never afraid to admit past failures publicly, and help us with ours privately.  He taught us over and over to live as Jesus lived, to love each other, to see everyone as God's loved creations, to give of ourselves to others, to seek help when we go astray, and he taught us that God loves us and forgives us.  I am a better person for having known him and he will live with me and my family for all eternity.

"Well done, good and faithful servant…"  Matthew 25:21

p.s.  About a year ago, Father Jerry flagged me down after mass.  He pulled me aside and told me he wanted me to have this…his announcement card when he was ordained a priest.  He said he had saved several of them over the years and wanted me to have one.  The night he passed, I kept it very close to me.  He had a great love of the mass and truly believed in his calling to the priesthood.  Please pray for the soul of Father Jerry Hafner.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Letting Go and Having Faith in the Storm

Back in the 80's, when my parents were attending new age churches, I remember a saying that I used to hear over and over.

"Let go and let God"

It's not so new-agey, really.  Its roots are deep in Judeo-Christian teachings.  The Bible is riddled with one story after another of God testing one's faith.  We see numerous stories of people showing us how to let go and completely trust in God's ways.  Abraham climbs a mountain to do the unimaginable - kill his son - all because God is testing his faith.  Abraham trusts in God and is ultimately rewarded as his son's life is spared.  Noah is asked to build a really big boat with very specific instructions…and he does it. Daniel is thrown into a lion's den, yet his faith in God saves him at the hands of an angel.  I could go on and on right on through to Mary and Joseph, and ultimately Jesus.

We are no different from the characters of the Bible.  We are ordinary people being called to faithfulness.  This often comes in times of deep trial.  We are called to completely let go of our earthly expectations of how a circumstance "should" unfold.  Sometimes the outcomes are not good.  Are we still faithful even when things don't go our way?  We have to be.  This is what God is asking of us.  As the song goes, do you "praise him in the storm"?  I would say that if you are in the beginning of a tumultuous time, or in the eye of the storm, or in the aftermath, you must praise Him all the time.  You must praise God in all his infinite wisdom and glory, for He knows better than we.

As humans here on this earth, we can ONLY know true freedom when we give up ourselves to God's will.  When we try to force our own will, we only end up frustrating ourselves and those around us.  I was just telling my husband yesterday that I admittedly sometimes don't want to get myself to mass on Sunday.  I'm too busy with my errands, or my cooking, or my laundry, or my exercising, or my … my … my.  And then I go.  I go to mass and sit their in the pew and feel happier than I ever have in all my life.  Church is the happiest place on earth for me.  It is a joy like no other.  When I'm there, I'm pretty sure it is heaven on earth.  My selfishness could have prevented me from enjoying that one hour of heaven.  Letting go of my worries and giving them over to God is unimaginably freeing.

I will leave you with a clip from a Disney movie which I adore in its simplicity, and yet its very deep meaning.  Let go and let God!

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Speak Life …Everywhere…All the Time

It's difficult not to notice Pope Francis' exuberance for God, for Christ, for Mary, or for the Church.  He loves it all, and he wants us to as well.  He has spoken many times on showing the world our love for Christ and for the Church.

Infectious smile!

If we are to be disciples of Christ, as the apostles were, we are to go out into the world filled with the life of Christ pumping so hard through our veins that we just cannot contain it.  We don't have a choice.  This is what we are called to do.

Happy bunch right there, don't ya' think?

And I don't mean only sometimes…or to certain people...or when things are going well.  We must praise God in all situations - good or bad.  God has a plan for each of us and as disciples, we must completely trust in his love and care for us.  He has told us that we are more precious to him than the birds in the sky.  Don't they always find what they need - food, drink, shelter?  God takes care of us more than that.  He loves us more.

Beautiful …and cared for!

Every time we open our mouths or interact with other human beings, it is a chance to speak God's language - the language of LOVE and of LIFE.  We must listen to what others are saying, we must ask how others are doing, we must breathe love and life out of every pore of our bodies.  Every word that comes out of our mouths is either breathing life or slowly killing it.  There really is no in-between.  Think about that.  Do we not think that most of our words are benign?  A simple hello?, good-bye?, how much is that?, thanks?  Our words are not benign.  They are either life giving or life draining.

I'm talking about the attendants at the local fast-food joint.  Say hi. Compliment them.

They're making your food.

I'm talking about the nurses and doctors who are caring for you.  Realize they are overworked and would like a smile and an understanding heart.

He's saving your child's life.

I'm talking about your cleaning lady or your yard guy.  They are people with families whom they are caring for with the money earned from physical labor on your property so you can live more comfortably.  Offer them waters or food.  Most people do not.

Now add demanding owners, bugs, bad weather, animal excrement…you get the idea.

I'm talking about the cranky secretary at your child's school.  She is probably overworked and underpaid and is worrying about issues at home.  Bring her flowers or a bowl of cut-up fruit.  Sympathize with how hard she is working.

Yup, do something nice for her.  

I'm talking about the homeless person sitting at the exit ramp of the freeway.  He is God's child, and God loves him.  If you dare to open your window and give him your spare change, will you not then converse with him?  Tell him God loves him and you'll pray for him.  Watch his face change.

That's right.  God bless YOU! And Jesus does love all.

I'm talking about your children.  Were your words today ones that built them up or tore them down?

Were you down on her level today? Did you listen? What did your words sound like to her?

I'm talking about your spouse.  Did you tell him/her you love him/her at least five times today?  Did you kiss him/her?  What was your tone when speaking to him/her?  Were you understanding of his/her circumstances or difficulties?  Did you speak love and life to him/her … ALL DAY?

…that would be the language of LOVE.

I'm talking about every single person, all day long, every day of the year, in every circumstance.  Tall order to fill, but we kind of have to if we are disciples of Christ.

Will this make you stand out? Yes.  Will it make you seem weird to some? Sure.  Will people take notice? Yes.  People will want to know why you are so happy.  Happiness is contagious.  Spread it.  Spread words of LOVE and LIFE to everyone you meet …everywhere ...all the time!  Don't worry, thousands are behind you …

… definitely speaking LIFE!

and you only have to worry about following one.