So I have been thinking a lot about getting a car. Now that I have a summer job I know that I will be able to get a car sometime this summer and I am really excited. I started thinking of all of the things that I could do once I get a car. One of the things that I thought of was going and visiting people, visiting my friends. I don’t know why, but I immediate thought of Erin…er…I mean Pam. Yeah, Pam. We had had plans two years ago to meet up and go to the Savoy Inn in St. Paul and hang out. Things are different now, a lot different. We had our blowout over a year ago. Yeah we made up, but things are still different. Its been awhile since I’ve talked to her. I mean I still keep up with her on her blog, though I doubt if she knows I do that (I’m a creeper like that).
What struck me though was what she had said to me this summer. We have nothing in common anymore. When we were friends, when we both lived on campus at NDSU we were both hurting people, lost in a world of sorrow. Now we are both different from those two people. But even moreso we are more different from each other than we ever have been before. I don’t even think there would be a point in meeting for lunch. What would we talk about? My whole life is wrapped up in Christ. And I know how she feels about that. There would be little for me to talk about. My Baptism? No. The deep joy I have in the Catholic faith? Probably not. She didn’t like listening to me as an Evangelical, I can’t imagine what she would think of my ideas now that I am Catholic. I don’t know. And how interested would I be in what she has to say? Her lifestyle is so different from mine. Now I’m not saying that I can only talk to people who are conservative Catholics, but knowing our history, knowing what I know, I just don’t think it would be a good experience for either of us.
It makes me sad. She told me that it shouldn’t make me sad. People change, its a fact of life. We were friends, we both came out of that friendship with something new learned about life, at least I know I did. I never told her this, but she has so much to offer, and I learned a lot from her. I guess the important thing is that we made up, we forgave each other for what was said and done.
Though we are no longer friends, I always remember her in my prayers and continue to hope that someday we will be united as brother and sister in Christ (though I suspect she would roll her eyes at that thought). But yeah, she was right, we have nothing in common any longer and that’s just the way it is.
It’s the name of this blog. It’s named after our summer project song. We would sing it every sunday to end our project dinners. It really is a beautiful song to listen to. Here is a video I just found of some of us singing it. It’s not the best sounding version ever done (I think I am flat and too close to the mic).
Anyways, I went to Mass this morning and when the priest was consecrating the Eucharist, I started to think of this song. I realized that at that moment the words of that song were ringing truer than they ever have. God really is with us in the Eucharist. When we genuflect towards the tabernacle where the consecrated host is kept, we really are bowing to our God Jesus Christ. When we eat the bread of life, we eat the Bread of Life, the Son of God. We really do join in Communion with Him as we consume him and he in turn consumes us with a burning fire.
I’m not Catholic only because its the most logical, but also becuase Christ is present in the Church more than anywhere else. It’s where the words “God is with us” come to fulfillment. Nowhere else on earth is Christ more present and tangible than in the Eucharist and where else can you find the legitimate Eucharist but in the Church passed down to us from the Apostles? This is the grandest reason that Christ is most present in the Roman Catholic Church. You can’t get any grander than the Body and Blood of our Lord and Savior, through whom all things were created.
God is with us
In His loving arms
We are safe from harm
Blessed with His Almighty love
May you find strength from Him above
Anyone who has worked in loneliness, with great adaptation required and with little apparent success, will find a kindred spirit in Peter Chanel.
As a young priest he revived a parish in a “bad” district by the simple method of showing great devotion to the sick. Wanting to be a missionary, he joined the Society of Mary (Marists) at 28. Obediently, he taught in the seminary for five years. Then, as superior of seven Marists, he traveled to Western Oceania where he was entrusted with a vicariate. The bishop accompanying the missionaries left Peter and a brother on Futuna Island in the New Hebrides, promising to return in six months. The interval lasted five years.
Meanwhile he struggled with this new language and mastered it, making the difficult adjustment to life with whalers, traders and warring natives. Despite little apparent success and severe want, he maintained a serene and gentle spirit and endless patience and courage. A few natives had been baptized, a few more were being instructed. When the chieftain’s son asked to be baptized, persecution by the chieftain reached a climax. Father Chanel was clubbed to death, his body cut to pieces.
Within two years after his death, the whole island became Catholic and has remained so. Peter Chanel is the first martyr of Oceania and its patron.
So I talked to this girl I went on summer project with this afternoon. After about 20 minutes, she told me that she had noticed I had become Catholic and was curious as to why I did it and if I was happy. The first thing I did was smile and blurt out that I was happier now than I ever had been. I guess I didn’t really realize just how happy I have been about being Baptized and how deep my faith in Christ has become. And then I got to tell her the amazing story about how I came to that decision, from the horrible attitude I had about Catholics before to the amazing change that came over me. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be sharing this story and how willing she was to hear it without immediately condemning me, unlike some of my friends have been. The greatest thing, though, was that she told me she wanted to learn more about the Catholic faith and was glad that she now knew a Catholic she could go to to ask questions.
On top of getting my job, this has been a really good day.
P.S. I also found a scraper bike for tradition day for Andy, Megan, Nate, and me!!!
I don’t think I have ever in my entire life been so obsessed with any single tv show. But lately I just can’t get enough of LOST. In my opinion it is one of the best shows to ever have aired on television. I feel like I live for wednesdays because I know I get to see a new episode and this week is no different. In fact, things are getting pretty heavy and I have more questions about what is going on on the island than I started out with. I hope some things start getting resolved.
As much as I love it though, I miss Charlie alot and wish he wouldn’t have had to die in the Lookingglass.
If a poor man needed some clothing, Fidelis would often give the man the clothes right off his back. Complete generosity to others characterized this saint’s life.
Born in 1577, Mark Rey (Fidelis was his religious name) became a lawyer who constantly upheld the causes of the poor and oppressed people. Nicknamed “the poor man’s lawyer,” Fidelis soon grew disgusted with the corruption and injustice he saw among his colleagues. He left his law career to become a priest, joining his brother George as a Franciscan friar of the Capuchin Order. His wealth was divided between needy seminarians and the poor.
As a follower of Francis, Fidelis continued his devotion to the weak and needy. Once, during a severe epidemic in a city where he was guardian of a friary, Fidelis cared for and cured many sick soldiers.
He was appointed head of a group of Capuchins sent to preach against the Calvinists and Zwinglians in Switzerland. Almost certain violence threatened. Those who observed the mission felt that success was more attributable to the prayer of Fidelis during the night than to his sermons and instructions.
He was accused of opposing the peasants’ national aspirations for independence from Austria. While he was preaching at Seewis, to which he had gone against the advice of his friends, a gun was fired at him, but he escaped unharmed. A Protestant offered to shelter Fidelis, but he declined, saying his life was in God’s hands. On the road back, he was set upon by a group of armed men and killed.
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.