Monthly Archives: December 2011

Penance 2012

In 2010, I chose to do a year long penance for the conversion of my family. For all of 2010, I refrained from a single drop of alcohol. It was a long, tough year. It was hard to not have a beer when my roommates were sitting around with some beers and their Bibles. It was tough going to the Turf and ordering a cherry coke for a year. But I made it through the wilderness and guess what, my penance was effective because my sister is becoming Catholic!

Last year I didn’t do a penance. When 2011 came around I wasn’t sure that my penance had been effective. But this coming year I have decided to work on another penance for my family. This time it will be considerably better because I’ve done a year-long penance and because my family is way more open to the graces that true Christianity, that is Catholicism, has to offer for each of God’s creatures. I won’t tell you what it is, but I’m very excited to begin. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go buy some supplies for it.

Happy New Year and Happy Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God!

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Imitation of the Holy Family

Today we celebrate the great feast of the Holy Family. We are really reminded today of one of the great mysteries of the Christian faith. Jesus came and was part of a family. He didn’t come and live independently. Mary wasn’t just a tool for bringing God to the world. But rather, God was born of Mary and relied on her as any child relies on his mother. He became vulnerable in the hands and the care of Mary, relying on her nurturing, on her goodness, her responsibility. It was a great reversal of roles, God, who is described as a mother hen in Scripture, becomes one of the chicks. He goes from caring for humanity to letting humanity care for him. What a great test to put us through!

As imitators of Christ, as co-redeemers, as followers, we are called to imitate Christ in all things. This imitation is not limited to suffering, not limited to our own specific crosses we bear. But this imitation includes caring for the poor, the lonely, the dejected. It involves self-mastery over vice. It involves meditative prayer and fasting. It also includes subjecting ourselves in obedience to Mary. Whether we like it or not, it was an example that Christ set before us. Mary became his mother and he honored her and became obedient to her. We must honor Mary. There are no questions about it. Authentic discipleship involves being Christlike in every aspect of our lives. When we imitate Christ in our actions toward Mary, and imitate the Archangel in our praise of Mary, we fulfill the very prophecy that the Holy Spirit spoke through Mary’s beautiful song in the Gospel of St. Luke. In doing this, we are one step closer to true Christian perfection.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

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Merry Christmas from Deus Nobiscum and AFPP

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Merry Christmas!

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Christmas Day 2008

Here’s a Repost from Christmas 2008:

December 25, 2008
I think that it is time for me to start taking RCIA classes and get baptized and confirmed in the Catholic Church. There is not much else to wait for. My eyes have seen, my ears have heard and my heart has been opened. I have learned about the ones I had persecuted, and like Paul, I met Jesus. When I look back over this year, I realize what a huge year it was. From TCX and the courage I got to follow God to southern California, to the renewed commitment I made to God in San Diego, to the strong trust I have built on Jesus, to my interest in the Church and decision to convert, 2008 has been the greatest year of my life. As 2009 dawns, I see hope, new light, and endless grace as I dive into the holy and apostolic catholic church and the communion with all of God’s saints.

At the same time that I feel like I should join the Catholic Church as soon as I get back to Fargo, part of me feels like I should wait. I feel like maybe I haven’t given it enough time. It has only been three months, and the change has been so big. Yet, I feel God leading me this way, so what excuse do I have not to abide? Why should I wait? Along with this thought and decision comes the very real “issue” of talking to my friends about this major decision. I know that there are two people at least who will be supportive, but there will also be people opposed to it.

Then there is this deep fear in me that perhaps I am only choosing to be Catholic to “impress” Megan and Andy or because I want to do the unpopular thing to look good, or because I like the extreme structure and rhythm of the Church, not because I believe it is truth. I mean, I am fairly confident in it, but should I be? I need to remember, though, that if I cannot trust the Catholic Church then I cannot trust any church. And if I can trust the Catholic Church, all other churches are sub-par and are missing something. If Christ is not powerful to protect the Catholic Church and lead her in truth, then he surely isn’t powerful to protect the Lutherans, Baptists, Methodists, or any other church that is out there. Logic leads me to the Catholic Church, scrutiny of their beliefs against the Bible, and trust in my precious Savior confirms it.

So, when I return to Fargo, I will return with the intent to become Catholic, the intent to initiate the process. the intent to talk to people in church, to fend off the attacks of friends, and drink in the support of those who will. Most importantly I will submit to the Holy Spirit, to my Savior, and to my Creator. God was wise enough to make me, loving enough to save me, and great enough to guide me. What really helps me to set aside fear and doubt is the comfort of knowing that I will spend the rest of my life as a member of the longest standing institution of the present day, partaking in the rites of hundreds of generations of Christian believers. This is the biggest, most important, and best decision of my life

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The Rule of St. Romuald

Sit in your cell as in paradise. Put the whole world behind you and forget it. Watch your thoughts like a good fisherman watching for fish. The path you must follow is in the Psalms—never leave it.

If you have just come to the monastery, and in spite of your good will you cannot accomplish what you want, take every opportunity you can to sing the Psalms in your heart and to understand them with your mind.

And if your mind wanders as you read, do not give up; hurry back and apply your mind to the words once more.

Realize above all that you are in God’s presence, and stand there with the attitude of one who stands before the emperor.

Empty yourself completely and sit waiting, content with the grace of God, like the chick who tastes nothing and eats nothing but what his mother brings him.

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A Visit from St. Nicholas–For Smart People

‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the
annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence,
kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this
potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus
musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the
wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure
regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among
whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through
their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head
coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness
when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended
such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity
from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source
thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing
this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance
without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline
precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian
itself – thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to
behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight
diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule,
aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly
apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his
ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more
vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated
loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and
addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen – “Now
Dasher, now Dancer…” et al. – guiding them to the uppermost exterior
level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the
concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a
180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved – with utmost
celerity and via a downward leap – entry by way of the smoke passage. He
was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from
oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls
thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the
plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious
cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary
dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The
capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with
blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the
coloration of Albion’s floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium,
or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so
much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment
appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey
fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive
of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was
high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region
undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical
container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund,
multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly
frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly
lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to
one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the
aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned
articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously
dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task,
he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in
lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium
forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his
egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then
propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a
musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the
antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a
movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions
of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible
immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of
visibility: “Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to
that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously
beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and
dawn.”

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Catholicism and Censorship?

I’m not sure where to stand on censorship. Where do we draw the lines in what should actually be banned? Obviously we find things like pornography morally repugnant, but do we call for it to be censored, banned from the public? We also find the the teachings of Islam and other religions to be blasphemous/heretical? Do we treat them similarly to pornography? What are the thoughts of other Catholics?

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Miracle Window?

So there I am, standing in line for confession at St. Stephen’s parish in the daily Mass chapel. In front of me is the altar and hanging on the wall behind the altar is a very…um…fine piece of…art. It’s a very large ceramic circle hanging from a thick chain from the ceiling. The circle has a golden border with marking that look like large “stitches” around the edge. The background is very dark, reddish even, with a thick gold cross shape with the same markings as the border of the circle. In front of this circle is a 3-D image of Jesus sitting on a throne making the sign of peace with one hand and holding a book, presumably the Gospel, in the other. What it conveys is beautiful, how it was executed is…well…they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder…am-i-right?

Anyways, I was looking at this image and reflecting on all of my sins. To my right are some glass windows into the main Church. The blinds are all drawn closed, excepting the narrow windows along the top. That’s when I see an image I have seen before through the glass.

“Hmmmm, I think to myself.” Imagining that what I am seeing is something from the main Church. “What a strange location to hang that image, randomly above the pews in the Church…how…Vatican II.” I realize though, that I’ve never seen this particular image of Christ hanging in the Church, it must, then, be a reflection of something else. I look around, and the only thing that I see is the previously mentioned image of Christ behind the altar. “It must be the image of Christ reflecting in the glass and playing tricks on me, looking as if it were the upper portion of Christ’s face.” But as I look, everything is all wrong. There is nothing in the image that could possibly look like eyes. And the background colors are all wrong. Nothing in the altar image is the some color as the flesh in the reflection in the glass. I look carefully at the glass, expecting the image to disappear, but it stays and I continue to compare the reflection and the image, convinced that one is not making the other.

When I was done, I checked to see if the image in the reflection was coming from somewhere else in the chapel. Alas, such an image was not found, nor was anything like it found in the main church when I investigated.

I don’t claim that this was a miracle. I don’t know why I saw what I saw. If it was a miracle, so be it, if it wasn’t my faith won’t be shaken. Nevertheless, the image I saw was an important reminder to me of many things this Christmas season:

Mainly, that the eyes shown in this image illustrate Christ’s dual nature, that he is God and Man, not either/or, but both/and. This is what the incarnation is, that God took flesh from the Virgin Mary and made himself man. This is what the Christmas celebration really is about.

Secondly, it reminded me in the midst of doubts that the Sacrament of Confession is real. That, yes, there is a human aspect to it, in which I confess my sins to a man, but that there is also a divine aspect to it in which God is present and his mercy is fully given to each of us through the priest’s absolution.

Lastly, that each of us who are baptized already share in the divine life through the Eucharist and through our prayers. That each of us are a little mirror of God, that though we are mere men we are able to and supposed to show God to the world through who we are.

What very beautiful and wonderful lessons God taught me through the reflection of an…inspiration piece of art…in the window of a church.

FELIX DIES NATIVITATIS

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Lo Siento

Sorry for the sparse writing this month. I’ve been busy with end of the semester tasks as well as holiday travelling. This week I will hopefully find some stuff to write about.

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