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When I was a teenager and was fighting one time with my mom about having to go to church, I said, “Everybody there is a hypocrite! Why would I want to go some place filled with a bunch of hypocrites?”
“Do you think you’re going to find a church not filled with hypocrites? Are you so perfect that you can’t be around sinners? That’s part of the point of church, Amy, is to find healing from God for your sins.”
I had no answer.
The incredibly pathetic thing was that while I was looking down on my fellow parishioners, I was NOT in any fashion leading a squeaky clean life. You wanna talk about a hypocrite, well, I was example número uno.
Today, is the Feast Day of St. Matthew, a one-time sinful tax collector.
After he is called by Jesus, the Pharisees stand around horrified that Jesus was eating with him and other sinners. If Jesus didn’t eat with sinners than He would have only ever eaten with His mom or by Himself.
You have to wonder at the Pharisees game plan for helping sinners not be sinners. Never engage with them in a merciful way? Ignore them? Refuse to help them?
I was just like the Pharisees when I was a teen, thinking myself too good to be around the “riff-raff” of the church I belonged to.
Jesus is the Great Physician. He transformed St. Matthew’s life, He can transform any sinner’s life, but it certainly doesn’t always happen at the speed of light. I’m living proof of that.
The truth is, in this life, we are all a work in progress, Catholic Pilgrims, and we will be until we are no longer here. Our churches will never be filled with only lily-white saints, but we still need to go because the Eucharist, Confession, and the other Sacraments are our best hope for transformation.
You’ll see the purity you desire once you get to Heaven.
St. Matthew, pray for us!
*St. Matthew’s Cathedral, Washington DC
I was telling someone the other day that I come from a generation where I can distinctly remember life before the internet and social media. They asked me, "Do you like now or then better?" "Then, for sure. Life was much simpler and not as distracting. Everywhere you turn now, someone's trying to make you mad or trying to cause fear." The Conclave to elect our new pope starts tomorrow. Since Pope Francis died, all forms of media have been in full-up distraction mode. Each day, there is something put out there to get us anxious, mad, or fearful. I'm not here to talk about all the tackiness and the sensationalism of it all. Quite frankly, I find it boring and just exhausting. It's all just so mind-numbingly ridiculous and it won't matter one bit six months from now. I'm not interested in wasting energy on any of it. Let's just have peace, Catholic Pilgrims. Peace of spirit. Peace of mind. Peace in our prayers. The devil wants us, as Catholics, to lose our peace over all this and it's just not worth it. Let's trust in the Holy Spirit to guide the cardinals and tune out the side-show circus all around us. What is needed right now is a laser-focus on lifting the cardinals up in prayer as we trust in God's Divine Providence. Have a blessed and peaceful Monday, Catholic Pilgrims.
Continue ReadingOver the years, while hugging one of my children, I'll ask them, "Do you know that I love you?" Thankfully, they always answer, "Yes." I asked my son this not that long ago and after he answered, I had a follow up question, "How do you know that I do?" He said, "Well, you teach me. You make me yummy food. You read to me. You give me hugs. You come watch me play sports." I smiled and said, "I'm glad those things make you feel loved. I would do anything good for you to make you feel loved." "Like play Monopoly everyday?!" "No, not that." "But you said anything good! And that's my favorite game ever and you only play it on my birthday." "Momma ain't got time for that never-ending game." Lol. I noticed that my son didn't say, "I know you love me because you tell me." He knows in the ways that I show him through my actions. Jesus asks Peter in our Gospel reading today if he loves Him. Peter says that he does. But, after each response from Peter, Jesus tells him to do something. "Feed my lambs." "Tend my sheep." "Feed my sheep." It is not enough to just say that we love someone--words are easy to say. The way we prove our love is by showing up through our deeds--in our service to each other. I've always told my kids, "Words and actions must align. If someone says they love you but their actions consistently are neglectful, hurtful, or disinterested, their love is not sincere. You know that your dad loves me because he not only says so, but he shows me. Always look for that consistency and be consistent yourselves." It is the same with our love for God, Catholic Pilgrims. If we love Him, our actions should show it. Have a blessed Sunday. *St. Vincent's in LA
Continue ReadingWhen I was at the Franciscan Retreat Center in Colorado Springs for my talks this past weekend, I got to meet some wonderful ladies. In some way or another, the ladies were connected to the military--either they were active duty, active duty dependents, those who've retired from military life, and even a few moms whose daughters were connected. I'm telling you, if you wanted a cool story there, you needed to talk to the older ladies. Over lunch and dinner, I got to hear tales of adventure and courage that were amazing. One women's husband was active duty, but she was also a contractor for the government. She traveled all over the globe, usually into dangerous places. She did whatever it took to find Mass no matter what country she was in. She told us this one story, of how she discretely asked around in the markets for the location of Mass and one person told her, "Once the sun goes down, go out into this field, walk past the old gate, beyond that you will see a tree, head that direction and you will find the Mass." She did it, all by herself, and participated in a secret Mass in some obscure field. Story after story, several ladies wowed me with their bravery and spunk. I found that through giving them space and time to tell their stories, they blossomed. There's a song called, "Where Rainbows Never Die" and part of the lyrics say: "I'm an old man now, I can't do nothing Young folks don't pay me no mind But in my day, I sure was something Before I felt the heavy hand of time" My dad says this is so true. As you age, people stop seeing you and wanting to hear your stories and wisdom and, boy, does my dad have some amazing stories. In a culture that idolizes youth, we neglect the people that can give us the most insight. We don't even consider that older people have some pretty amazing stories to share that can teach us a lot or even inspire us. One of the ladies said to me, "God gives you a certain amount of time here on Earth and there is so much to soak up and see, to experience. My guardian angel has worked over time, but I can't just sit around and not see what the world has to offer!" Live the Faith boldly and travel well, Catholic Pilgrims. *Picture is of the mule deer at the retreat center.
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