Mothered

What is it to be mothered?  
To be mothered is to be held in the soul, to be caressed gently with the touch of the soul.  Being mothered changes you.  Being mothered softens the heart.  Being mothered brings peace.  

Cathy Knox, a.k.a. Mom, a.k.a. Momma Bear...thank you for supporting, loving, laughing and listening.  

Happy (belated) Mother's day!  Flowers?  ...maybe next year!

Is it just me...?

I'm prepared to go downstairs and have lunch when I'm struck by feelings of futility.  The run of the mill, the everyday, the routine...when do I break through and find my true self?  Peace that surpasses a troubled heart and mind, come find me. 

Give me courage to face my trials.

Saints in Training

Tomorrow I will speak with young families (virtually) on a Zoom call for a Facebook group called Saints in Training I will be sharing with them a little bit about Saint John Marie Vianney, patron saint of parish priests.  The age range birth to grade six.  That will require some thinking on my feet.  Saint John Marie Vianney, pray for us!

*P.S. the session went really, really well.  I got good feedback from several parents.  This was a blast and certainly a contender for highlight of the week.

Drink the Fire of God

Saint Catherine of Siena
drinking the Sacred Blood
from the side of Christ. 

O Sweet Fire!  

Fire of God come and enliven hearts.  

Lord we need You!  

Good Friday

And my face will hit the floor at the beginning of this holy celebration.  All else will be forgot.  And I will enter in to the sacred sufferings of Jesus, the holy passion of Christ. In the midst of a world in turmoil and a mind on fire - teetering with exhaustion - there I will find my peace. Dressed in red, kneeling beside the Cross of my Friend, there I will contemplate His wounds. 

a thought?

What will be left of sanctity once eroded by the draw of pixels and tech?

There needs to be a truly impassioned, heartfelt, brilliant text penned by a shepherd about the Mass and Precious Body and Blood of Christ. 

I mean, a text so honest and unapologetic it makes everyone a little uncomfortable. 

We don’t need more critique.  We need saints. 

We need heros...sanctity...and sacrifice.  

We need men and women who dare SUFFER for love of Christ and  His Church.