Monthly Archives: March 2014

How do we (I) stop judging?

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As I knelt at Mass today – we were on the 2nd row – if you want your children to really behave at Mass, sit close! Wow! It does wonders! Sit toward the back & somewhere around the homily, I’m wedging myself between 2 poking & pinching teenage girls. Geez. Plus, I love being close to the Light:)

Anywho – btw I’m on my cracked iPhone. And double btw, I know I have some comments that I will definitely respond to…

So. I’m on my knees, eyes on the priest during the transubstantiation – know this: when this is happening, the alter I crowded with as many angels as can fit – angels are Godly beings – but they aren’t human beings – they can’t receive Jesus in the way we do – but they can be crowded around Him at the alter.

I have add. I’m sorry y’all. I just don’t want anybody to miss out on the absolutely most amazing relationship we can have – with Jesus – I’m 46 & I’ve seen it all – nothing comes close.

So I’m kneeling & thinking about Jesus in His perfection and the pain He went through for us. Suddenly I saw so clearly that He died for each of us in our sinfulness – and our sins really don’t matter as far as the crucifixion goes – what I mean by that is, Jesus came and died for Hitler, Dahmer, and me. Screeeech. Huh? Yes. At the foot of the cross, we are all the same – sinners – salvation is personal and not a given – I want mine. I want to store up treasures in Heaven. So, in that thought, I apologized to Jesus for all the wrongs and sins that He died for. I begged Him to help me see each person I encounter as He sees us – which is with love. We don’t know what each of us are going through. The most and the least we can do for one another is to be kind, show love, and give each other a break. The small acts that we can leave with one another may be the only love of God and His Son, Jesus, that some of us may see.

I’m going to do my best to try to see my fellow humans through a better set of eyes – His…the way He sees me 🙂

Lent – coming up on the third Sunday!

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this will be a mishmash.  shocker, i know.  Lent – the 3rd week IS on my mind.  a LOT.  but, as usual, so are lots of other things.  and at the moment, it’s just me in the house.  say what???  well, my daughters are in the poolhouse – one daughter is having a friend sleep over and when a friend sleeps over, well, the whole conversation, at this point of the evening, gets very much on a need-to-know basis, and clearly, I DON’T NEED TO KNOW :)))))  so, they retreat to the pool house.  if i am the only one in the house, then why in tarnation am i having to be sentenced to listening to a disney show?  that hefty kid who got thin?  you know? jake and josh.  yesssss.  nailed it.

anywho.  let’s see.  Lent.  has made me think.  dude.  a LOT.  about real necessities.  i make these quiet – as in i don’t tell anybody – that way i don’t have to actually commit.  however, God knows what goes on in this heart and coconut, so He deals with my thoughts as they come – i make these quiet edicts within myself.  like…that’s it.  i don’t think i ever want to eat crawfish and drink beer.  well, the chances of that happening – or not happening, as it were – may be good.  i do love me some crawfish and beer.  but as i delve deeper into Lent and what it means – and to me it means getting real.  keeping what counts, shucking what doesn’t and in all along, giving it up for God – thinking of Jesus.  so, for me, i gave up meat, beer, and cheap gluten.  i know, ‘cheap’ gets me too.  on occasion, i have a piece of Ezekiel bread.  and i’m a runner for Heaven’s sake.  my body does actually need a modicum or better of gluten, i think.  well, on the gluten front, if i am craving it, i eat it.  like tonight for instance.  it’s no-meat-Friday, right?  took my daughter and her friend to the best po-boy place EVA.  (olde tyme grocery).  for the FIRST TIME ever, i ordered a shrimp SALAD.  foregoing the langlinais bread AND beer AND shared french fries.  so i didn’t beat myself up over the batter on the shrimp that beautifully topped my salad.  i even packed my own yogurt dressing.  and i ate the croutons that came on the salad.  it was all so good.

so.  so…i’m a work in progress. we all are.  sometimes the meat thing is hard – i am doing it all through Lent, with the exception of Sundays, if i so desire.  but that’s what it’s about – sacrificing something we enjoy.  i’m sure Jesus enjoyed living His life until the Crucifixion came.  and He went through that for me.  and YOU. 

okay, so now.  the Zydeco Marathon. it’s a week from Sunday.  i went to my doctor the other day for my yearly.  i have MVP.  i found that out when i was 35.  so, my wonderful doc heard a murmur, which i’m guessing is mvp.  he wants me me check it out.  i am.  i am already scheduled.  my doc joked, ‘you run marathons, i’m sure it’s nothing…but still, get it looked at.’  for a nano-second, i was remotely scared.  why?  what if i croaked before i ran the 3-day or 6-day run in colorado?  or Chicago?  or walked St. John’s Way in Spain????  or went to the Vatican??  or Disney World?  specifically, the Carousel of Progress???? and ate the dark-chocolate-drenched-vanilla-mickey ears ?  or drank wine in belgium at Epcot?  and those are just the selfish parts of what popped into my mind; i didn’t even come close to the obvious life-changers – my children getting married and becoming parents themselves, among other things.  anywho.  i’m not worried.  i’m not stopping my life.  for what?  to wait and see what a puny little murmur means?  worse case scenario – i drop on the marathon course on march 30.  well, i was doing what i loved, they can say.

enough of that.

it’s a weird training interval, this one.  i couldn’t ramp up fully because of my timing over the marathons i did in december and january.  oh, get this – the elevation change for the Zydeco????  like 96 FEET.  Baton Rouge has almost 1,500 change in elevation!  i’m not sure what to expect weather wise.  i’d love cold & rainy, but i am expecting warm and humid.  that means i’ll be doing the galloway method.  probably 3:00 run and :30 walk.  i’m enjoying my veggies all i can this weekend, because sunday is my cut-off on greens, for the most part.  i start tapering (going a little nutty) and not consuming as many calories because i won’t be burning as many.  thinking about what i will wear.  what the weather will be.  germexxing everything.  lysoling everything.  it’ll be fun.  no matter what happens, it’s a 4-hour, thereabouts, run, with blocked streets, hydration stations, through the town i was born in.  and i get to sleep in my own bed the night before.  now that’s nice! and back to training, i’m not even very fast.  but who cares?  in my book, if you start, and finish, you win. 

peace OUT.  hang tough with your Lenten promises.  add new ones as Lent progresses.  for me, i want to go to Mass during the week, too.  and i’m trying to at least LIStEN to the Rosary every day.  “Now Bible” app on your iphone.  so soothing and certainly worthwhile.

sigh :)))

Lent!!!!! Who’s with me????????

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Okay, seriously. I LOVE Lent. I love it for what it does to me. Physically, spiritually, emotionally…the older I get – trust me, I wasn’t always like this – but I am now, and for that, THANK YOU, GOD. anywho. the older i get, the more i relish in it. i always thought my plans were so great, but when i moved out of the way in total surrender to God, are you kidding me? HIS plans are the bomb.dot.com. no joke.

i left no stone unturned at the start of the new year this year. i surrendered to God a long time ago, but when i gave “permission” for God to use me for His Kingdom, well, talk about getting out of the way and letting God work.

so…i’m not sure why i am so compelled about people on the other side of the world, Christians and Muslims, but i am & with that, i’m not sure why God is putting that kind of a burden on my heart. i’m not questioning it – i’m doing what i can with it – putting a lot on facebook, researching what i can and making sure of the stories i’m told, because to be honest with you – i didn’t think humanity could be like this. i tell God how sorry i am, but i know it isn’t enough. the treatment of people, the mistreatment of people. for what? it’s not religion. it’s not muslim or Christian. it’s just lack of concern for humanity, regardless of God. how do we act that way? how do we see people and NOT see CHRIST? with God as my witness, each and every person who walks this planet, i see the image of Christ in them. i know we aren’t supposed to talk about certain things because we forfeit our reward in Heaven, but sometimes i think that if we DO talk about certain things, to raise awareness and hopefully, consciousness about our fellow man, we might help other people here and now…so if i forfeit my reward in Heaven, i think i got my reward already if it helps somebody here on earth.

anywho. i just got off the phone with my son. he is so amazing. he is light-years ahead of the person i was at his age. the craziest thing of all??? he is now living where i was living at his age!!! in central florida! this is a development that has happened in the last 3-4 months. amazing. God. That’s God working!

so today is the day before mardi gras. lundi gras. we havent partaken at all this year.

i digress. back to what is happening on the other side of the world. Christianity is being erased, methodically, on the other side of the world. i honestly don’t know what to do EXCEPT to ask people to pray. i mean PRAY. for the whole region. i ask that the Blood of Jesus that was shed for ALL of us to redeem the haters.the murderers.the disenchanted.the disheartened.the suffering.the broken.the martyred.

GOD LISTENS. no prayer is left unheard. no tear is left unnoticed. that’s how great God is.

the story that got me today was the story of a young man, a Christian, who was murdered. why? well, that’s not exactly clear. the fact that this young man was a Christian doesn’t seem, at the forefront, to be the motivating factor. however, the Christian young man had a crucifix around his neck. from what the story says, the murderers, who were extremist islamists, took this young man’s crucifix and impaled it into his heart. this was after they decapitated him. i don’t know what to make of this. at all. how does one pray about this? where do we start? that has been my problem, “God, there is so much to pray for; where do I start?”

so i start with the tiniest, pin-head sized light i can find. me. me! i pray. all that i can. for all that i can. i let God know that I KNOW what is happening there. on the other side of the world. that HE created. i apologize to Him. i am embarrassed at His feet. i can’t even lift my head for all the shame that our world produces. i am ashed of the juxtaposition of mardi gras and a mother’s broken heart.

the question turns from: what can I DO? to ‘dear God, let me do something. let MY prayers help something. help someone. i KNOW the sorrow in this world. help me to make a difference.’

and that’s what my Lenten season seems like it will be about. minimalism on the outside. maximum prayers and maximum-everything for Our Good Lord for the rest.

to be honest, when i filter myself through my compatriots who are travelling through this world with me – i know they are on their own journey through this world – i chuckle for a moment to think what they must think of ME! they must think i’m a little nutty and a complete Jesus-freak. well, i am. i don’t mind, though. that’s the beauty of surrender. throw your hands in the air. surrender like you just don’t care! hey, Jesus, i’m here! YOU are the REAL deal! i’ll follow you ANYWHERE!

alright, y’all. so, Lent. it’s not just for Roman Catholics. getchu some. you will be stretched. you will be aggravated. you will be TEMPTED. you will be STRENGTHENED. you will feel like you succeeded at something ALMIGHTY because you have!

it ain’t about this world, y’all. i promise you that. i promise you. my mom gave me bits and pieces. those that she gave me helped a lot. but i’m breaking it down for you. this world – that we live in – is temporary. Heaven – eternal life – that’s where it’s at. so…store up treasures for Heaven. NOT for Earth.

so get your Lenten Season ON, y’all! if you really want to partake, go find yourself an Ash Wednesday Service – non-Christians, there is no Communion – there is usually a word service. at the end, you get in line as if you are going to Communion, but you are going up to get your ashes. guess where they come from? Palm Sunday palms are burned and used for Ash Wednesday to mark our foreheads. i highly recommend it.

May the Peace of Our Lord Jesus be with each and every one of you.