Well, Easter is over. Time to shovel down the rest of the chocolate, pick all that blasted Easter grass from out of the rug, and get back to normal life agai... Just kidding! The official celebration of Easter lasts a full EIGHT days, guys! We have eight days of solemnities, the highest feast days of the Church, to revel in this mystery of the Resurrection and rejoice! (And the entire season lasts FIFTY!) Don't forget that! Let the wisdom of the Church lead your homes.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Last night on Good Friday we rewatched The Passion of the Christ. I have seen it before, several times when it first came out and then I'd revisit it on Good Fridays of years past. The last few years, though, I would think about it and then talk myself right out of it.
It's too much this year.
My heart can't handle it.
I've got a lot going on already.
Jesus doesn't *need* me to watch it.
I'll do something else quasi-penitential instead.
Some of which isn't necessarily wrong, of course, but they were all excuses. Ways for me to escape the visual and palpable reality of the cross. But last night we watched it. And I realized I really had forgotten.
Monday, April 10, 2017
On Friday the husband and I had the chance to do a whirlwind overnight trip. He worked so hard this year, earning an award with his company and the all-expenses-paid awards fancy-people gala that goes with it. All expenses paid - like airfare for both of us to NYC, a luxury hotel in Manhattan, transportation everywhere, open bar, dinner, and dancing...there and back all in about 24 hours. What?! Who are we? He got this once before but at the time we had a little one who was too big to take with us but too little to leave home without us. It was really important for him to be there and while Ben is still nursing, he's so good natured and old enough that we were pretty sure he would do just fine for one night without us. So we took off!
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
The first time I heard it, I actually wanted to cheer. Then I realized they actually meant it as an insult. The accusation and term is now flung in comboxes and rallies, "debates" and memes. The pro-life movement is only "pro-birth," don't you know? Not really caring about mothers or babies as long as the baby makes it out of the womb alive. There's much I could say about that as a 99% specious and ignorant charge as the accusers mean it, but instead I'd like to point out why the pro-life movement and a culture of life could and should be all about being truly pro-birth.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
I didn't realize it was so long that I photo dumped here but my phone album begs to tell me otherwise. Remember the days when I could chronicle every family outing or little house or kid project? Good times. If I actually was cool and didn't hate phone-typing I may have been one of the many to migrate over to Instagram for this kind of stuff but for many reasons it just doesn't work for me. I like having my pics chronicled here in my own space.
On to life here lately. We had a few days of a spring tease...
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Last week our Michael completed a decade and turned the big 1-0. I remember it being kind of a big deal when you got into double digits. I feel it even more so as a parent, I think! Ten feels so big. I'm amazed at how differently temperamented all our boys are. Michael is in many ways our melancholic. He internalizes, feels things deeply, and is slower to react. It can be confused with being unaffected or not noticing but he sees it all. It's kind of ironic that out of all of my kids, he was the one who barreled through birth the quickest! He's great at math, loves crafts and colors, and is such an innocent and classic kid. It brings me so much joy that the little things are enough for him. He's simple and innocent and sweet and I can't wait to see how God wants to work in his life.
Friday, March 10, 2017
It seems like the devil has been so busy lately - in the world, in the lives of those I know, and in my own life. It makes sense, I suppose, it being Lent and all. If Lent is the time when we enter into the desert with Jesus, then of course the one who wasn't afraid to go after Him would set his eyes next on the ones He loves. And if he couldn't win with him, how the anger of that loss must drive his rage to want to devour us instead. The devil doesn't need a new m.o. Why would he when we forget so easily every. single. time. that he's there watching and waiting for the right time to sink his fangs in? We always forget and that's why it's so important that we Christians remember that he's real and he hates us. We need to talk about it or we'll be lulled yet again back to sleep. He will do everything in his power (which more often than not simply entails keeping us drowsy) to keep us from experiencing the Resurrection. He particularly hates marriage and family life and it is often there where we most see his wreckage.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
There's a strangely interesting backlash on the Catholic internet against giving up chocolate for Lent and I have to admit, I find it...weird. I'm not even referring to one person or post. I've seen at least a couple dozen Facebook posts, ad campaigns, memes, comments and more urging people to do anything BUT give up chocolate. And I'm kinda like...huh? What did chocolate do to anyone (besides be delicious)? Or maybe there's a scandal and the Catholic internet is being paid off by big cocoa. On one hand people are saying that the little sacrifices matter, that God cares for the little daily offerings we can give Him, but apparently that just DOES NOT apply to the stress chocolate I've shoved into my mouth for the third time today. I'm a third laughing, a third kinda puzzled, and a third wondering how many people are maybe harboring and rationalizing some serious addictions to the bean. But I guess more than anything I'm just kind of surprised by the amount of people who seem to think that sacrificing something (even if they deem it small or boring) doesn't have merit for its own sake.