Sunday, August 25, 2013

Miraculous Medal

For quite some time now I have worn a Miraculous Medal. The other day while coming out of Wal-Mart a man asked me to help him help the homeless. He wanted money from me.

He told me that he was Persian but had become a Christian and his wife, upon his conversion had divorced him. I spoke my three words of Farsi to him and he and I began a conversation.

When he told me he was a Christian I asked him if he was a full Christian (have NO idea where that question came from, but I trust it was the Holy Spirit at work). He was puzzled. I asked him if he was Catholic yet. He said, "No, I am a Christian." 

I explained to him that the Catholic Church was the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church and that it was the first Christian Church and the Church that Christ founded.

All of a sudden his eyes got big - he looked at my Miraculous Medal and said "Nine months, nine days, nine hours and nine minutes, she carried Jesus! I love Mary!"

"She and Jesus - I love them!"

I told him that he would find Our Blessed Mother honored and respected in the Catholic Church and invited him to find one close to him - Oh was he excited! 

Thank you, Most Precious Virgin Mary, for your silent, loving witness to this man! May he come to know you more and more through Holy Mother Church. 

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

Happy Fourth of July - United States Independence Day!

I often think back to the days that I spent overseas, first in Tokyo, Japan and then in Kabul, Afghanistan, later on Brisbane, Australia, celebrating this American celebration.

In Tokyo, we generally spent the day at the American Club, swimming, chowing down on hot dogs and hamburgers along with awesome ice cream cones and then watching the fireworks at night.

In Kabul, I was a teenager, and as such was often recruited, along with my fellow teens and school mates, to serve at the U.S. Ambassador's residence. We wore red, white and blue and mingled with the guests that the Ambassador and his wife had invited.

I celebrated the 200th birthday of our great nation in Brisbane, Australia. On staff at the school I taught at was another US citizen and our Australia principal - Ian, was a grand fella; and he organized a fete for us, complete with cake and ice cream. The students loved it and although it was winter, we were outside and had a great celebration at the Windsor Opportunity School.

I truly believe that living overseas on the day that the US celebrates its independence from the British and became a fledgling nation, was far better than celebrating it here on its shores. I felt a yearning to be 'back home' (although I have never quite felt at 'home' here) and felt pride in being a citizen of such a great nation.

Today - our nation does not feel or look so great. We have many who have chosen to be dependent on big government as well as many who are adamant that our government is not the problem, that the people are.

Go figure ...

Happy Fourth of July, everyone!

Friday, June 21, 2013

New York Times author, Judy Nicastro, justifies the  abortion  of one of her twins at 20 weeks gestation ...

The lies we tell ourselves...

Whenever I listen to a woman or man justify their abortion/s, I think back to the days when I did the same...

Why would I justify my abortion? 

The alternative, in not justifying it would be facing what had actually happened during my abortion. 

These are the things I said to justify the taking of my innocent son's life.

1) I was not married

2) I was in school to become a elementary schoolteacher and needed to finish my education

3) I had no source of income outside of my parents who were paying my way through college

4) My parents decided on the abortion - I was not given a choice in the matter

5) I was too young - 18 years old

6) It was not wrong. 

7) I could have other children (which never happened)

I read over those talking points of my justification and realize how lame they are. There is no justification in the taking of innocent life. 

There is ALWAYS a better way than killing. Part of what happened in my abortion was the killing of my soul, of my conscience. With my conscience dead, I did not have to think about what had happened in my abortion ... and I could go on with life.

As I began to come out of my fog about my abortion, I was a very sad person. I have never recovered my son's cruel death. I will never recover from his death, no more than any other mother recovers from her child's death. I also miscarried a daughter prior to the death of my son by abortion. I have not recovered from that death, either, but her death is easier to understand for I do not need to justify her death, like I felt I had to justify Mathew's death.

It matters not why one has an abortion, it does matter, to me, though, that we help each survivor know how much God loves them and cherishes them and their baby. 

If you or someone you know is hurting from an abortion, please call Rachels Vineyard - 877 467 3463. 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Wearing Catholic Well

 I converted to Catholicism twenty five years ago April 2nd and although there have been many, many trials, joys, happiness, sorrow and well, life in general, the one thing in my life that I have never regretted is giving myself over to Jesus Christ in His Church.

I have at times been an obnoxious Catholic. Lord forgive me for having been so, but I truly wanted others to know how much God loves us and wanted them to see His truth in His Holy Church and I did it badly. 

I have been a Catholic Out Loud for the last 25 years, sometimes too loudly and I am sure that Our Good and Forgiving Lord would whinge at my feeble attempts to win souls over to Him. 

Over the last several years, and especially in the last several months, God has given me opportunities to speak about my faith without even bringing up the word Catholic. I have tried hard to be a good witness of living life without using my Catholicism as a lynchpin, and perhaps learning humility instead of pride as a way to win people over to God who loves us all so. 

Yesterday I was at the hairdressers getting my haircut and my hairdresser was telling me about having lived in Utah and how difficult it was to find a fine bottle of wine to consume while he lived there.  

He asked me if I liked wine and I told him I did and we started discussing several different types that he and I liked. We started talking about the history of the LDS/Mormon church and its founder, Joseph Smith

All of a sudden he asked me what church I attended. (I love when I get asked that - for it will either bring me to my knees because I need to get to the confessional for my haughtiness or give me an opportunity to evangelize in a good way) 

I responded that I went to Our Lady Star of the Sea in Bremerton. He asked me what kind of church that was, and I told him Catholic. 

He paused for a while, looked at me and said "You wear your Catholic well."

Lord, I give all glory and honor to You for IF I do wear my Catholic well, it is not of my own doing, but of your grace, patience and love for me. 

Make me worthy Lord of your trust in me. Make me always mindful that all ears are listening, all eyes are watching and all good comes not from myself but from you. 

Sunday, June 02, 2013

Corpus Christi Celebration

My wonderful sons are at 8:12 in the video - not that this is about them, it isn't, it is about the Eucharist, but I am so proud that my sons voluntarily held the pro-life sign. Click on the link above to watch us taking Jesus to the streets of Bremerton!

CORPUS CHRISTI Sunday. Today the Church celebrates the Feast of the Body of Christ. Our parish, Our Lady Star of the Sea,, celebrated this feast by having a Tridentine Mass and the processing around our neighborhood with the Eucharist. There were approximately 200 of us in procession ...

We walked, sang, prayed. We stopped at seven different home in the area of the church where the Eucharist was placed and we all knelt. It was a beautiful day for honoring Our Lord.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

It has been over a year since my last entry . . . there has been much to write and nothing at all to write. I read blogs that are witty, thought provoking and smart. I am in awe of their mastery of language.

Above is a photo of our priest, Father Derek Lappe. He is a good, holy man. To his right is Father Shanen Boquet and Father Peter West, also good, holy men, of Human Life International.

Father Lappe has unleashed the fury of those who are liberal (read closed minded and lazy in their logic) and the homosexual lobby. He has disbanded the Boy Scout Troop that used to meet at our parish.

You can read about what he wrote in this letter. I admire and applaud Father Lappe's stance.

Our Church is a CHURCH, for crying out loud. The Church is not a social club. Our Church has an obligation to teach what God has given to us. God has given us free choice and some of the choices man makes ... and has for hundreds of years ... have not been the best. Aha! That is why we need a Savior (but I digress).

I encourage you to pray for Father Lappe and all the religious who buck the secular world and at times, also their brother priests.

I thank Father Lappe for his courage and his willingness to follow God's call and not man's. God Bless Father Lappe.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Listen up ...

This, Gentlemen, is how a real man does sets things right.

I’m sorry Anna Nicole
- Jonathon Walton

Poetry, it’s my release
My shield from my own grief
The refuge to which I retreat
When this world is too much for me
Phrases on pages
Language my mind speaks
Metaphors and similes
Poetic elements
I just breath.

This poem is entitled I’m sorry
Anna Nicole

I step up to a magazine stand
And it’s like stepping up to an auction block
Because sex is for sale
As I see the bodies of females
On display
For my ‘trying not to look like I’m viewing pleasure’
And I think to myself
“Which one is worse?
The burqa or Bulimia?"

“Ladies, free yourself so we can buy you
Don’t worry about your value
We will define you
Because happenings minus the fact
Equals news for us
And news equals the truth for us
So Anna Nicole must have died from an overdose”

But I know there is a thin line
Between tight and too small
So pornography is just prostitution with taxes
And the fact is
Anna Nicole lost her power of self definition
And it killed her
She become a commodity
A novelty
It really starts to bother me
How brothers under covers
Went to the gutter and had her
For 2.99
Or less

So this is my apology
Because I am one of them
A letter asking for forgiveness from the hearts
Of all women
See dear Anna Nicole, Jenna Jamison
And those Vivid Video Vixens
Those Playmates and Penthouse
And those pictures on the Internet that have no names
Just descriptions

I wish that I could write you a cheque
And give you back what I took
Give you a DVD or a magazine
To upload your self worth
Download your dignity
Or just see what you are really worth
Because I witness images I didn’t have a right to
And I can’t erase my memory
So I have to write you and apologise
For taking something that I paid for a price
But no matter how high
Should have never been mine

I realised something
Standing on the corner of Broadway and 116th
As I saw 57 magazines
And women covered the covers
Of 53
These weren’t just bodies
They were sisters, daughters and mothers
And it was my call to be the best
Husband, son and brother

See now, with a changed heart
I am trying to change
My mind
And my desire
See Anna Nicole makes me worry
But the unnamed make me cry
Because how many girls have died
Or been hospitalised from not eating
Trying to be the ‘right size’
How many pills have been popped
How many drips of blood have been dropped
Onto bathroom floors
Behind dorm room doors
Or those other doors that lock on the opposite sides
Of cell blocks

See, when will we wake up?
And realise we are raising a generation of ‘prosti-tots’
Kids that know how to suck
Before they know how to love
Know multiple positions
Before they know long division
And the minority becomes those
Who are not sexual assault victims

See this is for Denise
Laying down in front of a web cam
And following directions
The wife
Who just found her husband’s private pleasure collection
The girl at the bus stop
Who has just been molested
The Lady
Walking the street followed by cat-calls and craned necks

I’m sorry

And that’s all that I can say

But when I have a son
I will raise him to respect you
And if my poems are bricks
I’ll build word walls to protect you
From males not worthy to hold the title
Of “man”

Sisters and Mothers
I’m sorry

Husbands, Sons and Brothers please
Pick up your bats
Because the women of this world
Are waiting for us
To step up.

Thank you Peter Holmes, brother in Christ