God Doesn’t Speak in Riddles

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I don’t like riddles…maybe because I’m dismal at them. Even if I’ve actually heard the riddle before, I probably won’t be able to spout the right answer, just like that. It just doesn’t excite me that much to be that kind of clever.

That said, I’ve just kind of realized that all this time, I’ve been assuming that God likes them. That God likes to talk to us in riddles and that He chooses to reveal His Plans for us in little broken pieces and clues and He waits with trepidation to see if we can actually figure out the big puzzle before us.

I don’t think that God speaks in riddles…unless maybe you like that sort of thing.

Monica at 6I don’t think He’d do that to me, given my aversion to riddles.

I don’t think that that’s the kind of Father He is, waiting for us to prove ourselves, testing us every step of the way.

He has a plan for my life and while He may reveal it to me in small pieces, it’s probably only because the big plan would overwhelm me. He knows that too much information can crush me, paralyze me in my tracks and He knows I already worry too much about what is to come.

He isn’t trying to trick me or stump me and He doesn’t want me to get discouraged or lose hope on the way.

He’s my Loving Father who gently pushes me up the hills and picks me up when I stumble down them. (How’s that for my take on the Good Shepherd Psalm?)

He takes joy in my triumphs and His Heart breaks with mine when I fall.

He also knows me better than anyone…what grabs my attention, what ignites my passion and what paralyzes me with fear. He knows how I learn and He knows the yearning in my heart. He can stage or tailor His Message for the best results, assuming I’m open, I’m looking and I’m listening.

I think He wants to tell me something. I’m going to go and listen.

What’s He telling you?

 

first appeared over at CatholicMom

The Case for Sacred Subtitles at Mass

Sacred Subtitles for Mass

I’ve been going to Mass at least once a week for over 44 years. Even with the New Translation of 2011, the text of the Mass is pretty familiar…or is it?

old missalThe truth is, I don’t always hear the beautiful words of the Mass. It’s true I’m a little hearing impaired, but I think it’s quite possible for most of us to glaze over and not listen intently to the words of the priest. Heck, it seems like sometimes even the priest can glaze over a little bit and speed-read the prayers of the Mass, taking for granted the wisdom and the diligence of our Church to carefully choose these beautiful and meaningful words invoking the Holy Spirit, rounding up the Faithful and transubstantiating the very Body and Blood of Jesus Christ out of mere bread and wine.

When was the last time you really listened to all the words of the Eucharistic prayer? Even our responses can be kind of rote. We can rattle off the Apostles Creed…the very collection of beliefs we should be able to stake our lives on….as flippantly as we respond “fine thanks, how are you?”

I don’t want to be negative or critical or judgmental…especially knowing how deeply and how quickly I fall short of virtuous or spiritually-disciplined. But I’d feel better if I had some practical tips to put in place to help me and my family participate more deliberately and consciously in Mass.

Sacred Subtitles

These aren’t flakey suggestions. These are resolutions to delve in deeper at Mass…starting with me and my family and they’re posted all right out there in the open at Equipping Catholic Families here: 9 Resolutions.

Check it out?

Jesus

pondering in my heart

pondering in my heart

I’m trying something new over at my main blog Equipping Catholic Families.
I’ve opened up a secret portal and I’m going to post some more reflective posts…some plucked right out of my prayer journal >gasp<

I recently heard in a homily…how we should be more like Mary and follow her example, pondering these things in her heart.

This is a part of what I’m pondering in my heart….the rest is over here.

—1— Jesus loves me. Unconditionally.
—2— Jesus loves my kids even more than I do and no matter what mistakes I make, He can and will fix them and call them to Him.
—3—I am the lost sheep….and I’m hardly the only one. Everyone of us is the lost sheep: loved and searched for and taken up into His Arms as the treasured one.
—4— My desire to know Him, love Him, serve Him, please Him…is already a prayer and a sign that He is working in my life.

—5— The Holy Spirit is real. He moves, He speaks, He prompts, He inspires, He gives hope.
—6— The Saints are real. They call us, they come to us, they answer us, they look for ways to lead us closer to Jesus.
—7— Jesus is real. He materializes in the words of the priest at the Consecration. He waits for us in the Blessed Sacrament, He asks us to seek Him as much as He seeks us and He answers our prayers even if we don’t slow or quiet down enough to listen.

He waits for us to climb up onto His Lap…like a little child.