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This weekend I attended mass at a nearby parish. I sat in the congregation a little uncomfortable at the strangers around me. Only one kind soul greeted me with a hello while another young lady a smile. All the other parishioners were absorbed in their own matters unaware of the visitor among them. A natural reaction I get in most Catholic churches. Perhaps a husband next to me or a child by the hip would have elicited a little more attention. (Hopefully not the screaming child sort</div>
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When I peeked up at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar, I immediately felt peacefulness. My mind that often spins incessantly with negative and self-deprecating thoughts began to quiet down as I admired the crucifix and the beautiful stain glass window above it. Christ died for us! It is hard to imagine anyone desiring to die for ALL of us fallen women and men so torn up, battered up, messed up physically and mentally. We dismiss Him. We are too busy to pray to Him. We often forget Him as we scramble throughout life consuming and hoarding! </div>
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How many of us rather sleep in on a Sunday morning than get up early to attend mass? How many of us , if we do go to mass, don't even listen to the readings or the priest's homily? We are wondering when that out of tune choir will stop singing or the long communion end! We lose focus on the fruit of the mass: To worship Our Lord, breaking bread and wine with one another as a community. Celebrating Christ's death and resurrection with the utmost reference and respect. </div>
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In the gospel reading, the merchant sold all he had to purchase a pearl of great price. Something so rare and so extraordinary that he could not let it go! Are we willing to let go of our own habits and hang-ups to grow closer to Our Lord? Are we willing to step out of our own selfishness and open our arms wide to help the foreigner, the disabled, and the prisoner? What is considered a pearl of great price in our hearts - some expensive meaningless "thing" or Jesus Christ?</div>
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What are we willing to sell to live a fuller life of great price? A life of freedom and love. A life with God at the center. He loves us so very much! How can we turn away from Him?</div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-19015363667917670742017-07-18T10:04:00.000-05:002017-07-18T10:04:08.956-05:00Resurrected from the Past<div dir="ltr">
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Summer 2017 has arrived and as my life settles down just a wee little bit I got to thinking about this blog. Boy, has my life changed since August 2016 when I last penned a post. I thought it would be nice to resurrect my blog, adding a few reflections as the Holy Spirit moves me.</div>
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In the past year, I have entered a new career in healthcare. My very good income and absence of maintaining a house allows me to travel more. In 18 months I have traveled to Rome, Vatican City, and even the Holy Land. Just last month I was blessed to participate in a mission, helping the people of Piura, Peru rebuild from the devastating floods that hit the city this past Spring. Despite their immense poverty, the Pervuvian people have a joyfulness and faithfulness. I will share some of my stories from this incredible trip.</div>
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I celebrate my accomplishments as well as learn from many mistakes. (Speeding through a school zone on driver's auto pilot is a costly no no!) I've e experienced times of misunderstanding, selfishness, and even anger. Life is hard. Life is a challenge. Life is worth living even as I go through the highs and the lows. I know I would never have grown into the mature woman of today if it wasn't for my closeness to Our Lord and Our Blessed Mother. </div>
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I have taken a long sabbatical away from my Lay Dominican commitments. I found my life transitions were a bit overwhelming and needed time to discern my vocation. I am pleased to say thay I am now back to following the rule as a Lay Dominican to the best of my abilities. </div>
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Now that I have traveled to pilgrimage sites and participated in mission work I understand the importance of evangelization. What better way to share the Word than returning to the blogsphere? It is nice to be back to the writing that I love.</div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-17905736316498039102016-08-09T13:05:00.002-05:002016-08-09T13:10:36.528-05:00Team Jesus<div dir="ltr">
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Today I'm not feeling so well. I blame my headache and tummy upset on the heat and the terrible ozone pollution. It's been over 100 degrees for the past thirteen days. August is always the hottest and consequently longest month of the year. It's hard to concentrate on daily tasks when the mouth is dry and the body sweaty and uncomfortable. I don't know how our Lord did it walking through the desert heat without complaining! He journeyed on converting and healing despite discomfort at times.</div>
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I've been watching the Rio 2016 Olympics. The US Team is incredible this year. Best talent I've seen in years! All of the hours of practice and completion, along with natural talent, makes these young men and women all winners! It's incredible exciting to see such athleticism as well as team building. Members cheer other members on. Pats on the back, hugs, and good lucks keep the spirit alive. It also helps that millions of Americans cheer th US Olympic Team fromthe comfort of their homes.</div>
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It's easy and exciting to cheer on Team USA. However, do we ever think of promoting and cheering on Team Jesus? Do we place athletic ability above our religious faith? Do we idolize the teenage gymnasti, the X times Olympic swimming medalist, or the favorite track athlete? Would we rather be a famous Olympian on earth or an Olympian for the Holy Spirit?</div>
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Sadly, I think most people rather become a member of Team USA than Team Jesus. I mean, just think of the advertisement endorsements and financial incentives behind every won. Unfortunately, no material rewards promised upon admission into Team Jesus. However, something much better and long lasting is handed out: spiritual rewards.</div>
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As Olympians age, their bodies lose strength and speed. A younger, more talented athlete comes around to take over the number one spot. Team USA is always changing with new raw talent. Team Jesus changes too as more people, regardless of age or athletic prowess, decide that closeness to God is all that really matters. Yes, members of Team Jesus may not be the most charismatic, the best looking, the most athletic or the wealthiest. They may not even possess "talents" that our secular society believes are useful. Team Jesus doesn't follow the status quo. They shake things up. They rather reach for gold in heaven than any Bronze, Silver, or a Gold medal on earth.</div>
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Back in February, I adopted a 3 year old piebald miniature dachshund named Bella. Her previous home life was horrible. Dumped off at an area kill shelter - infested with fleas, tapeworms, and heartworms- it was amazing she survived! After several months of medical treatment, She is now heartworm free and loves her new home! Her appetite is huge, so she is always on the lookout for table scraps. ( Mommy wasn't too pleased to discover her Dairy Queen blizzard stolen and licked to the last dregs! Bad poochie!). <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Her</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> "begging" includes the display of her Flying Nun "airplane" ears! I think Our Lord brought Bella into my life in order to not only provide me with a furry snuggle buddy but to remind me just how spiritually "filling" life can be. Bella loves me unconditionally just as much as the Lord does.</span></div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-11705538225791961062016-08-02T08:14:00.002-05:002021-10-27T14:04:44.448-05:00A Nation at Half Mast<div style="border: 0px currentColor; line-height: 1.1em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">On Friday, July 8th ,I woke up to the sound of the 5 am news. Words struck my attention: Protest....police officer shootings....5 dead, 6 wounded....suspect killed by a drone....Downtown Dallas shutdown after an ambush. I heard these words but could not comprehend in the midst of morning grogginess. It was not until after I drank a piping hot cup of coffee that the situation sunk in. Wow, not since September 11th, 2001 had so many police officers been killed at once. Of course. It had to happen in my home city of Dallas. I always cringe when the City of Dallas makes the national news. Usually it is not in the best limelight.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Everywhere in Dallas, the US and Texas flags fly at half mast in solemn memory of police officers killed. What tragic and senseless violence. One delusional man with a hate for white people. Black Live Matters protest against racial brutality. Police officers peacefully protecting these black protestors from harm. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Life in itself is a precious gift from God. Our Lord made us unique races, cultures, and ethnicity with love in mind. Our own prejudices, bias, and sinful nature cause us to do things that harm one another. No one color of skin is better than another! No one race should rule over another. We all fall into a huge melting pot of differences that bring diversity to this earth. We can learn from each other if we can let go of the stereotypes and truly listen to each other's point of view.</span></div>
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I have been waiting for several weeks now to return to my blog. Ever since my beautiful trip to Rome, my life has dramatically changed! The blessings the Lord has granted me are incredible. As one of my old high school friends recently commented on my Facebook page, "You have the best life! You go, girl, go!"</div>
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I never imagined a year ago my life would turn in such a positive direction. Seems like ever since I sold my house, life has gotten better. Perhaps my mind is clearer and I am beginning to think of situations in new found light. Let go and let God. Hand things over to him and just go with the flow.</div>
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When one thing crashes, burns or goes nowhere I have learned to accept it however painful. Yes, there are tears and complaints. Maybe I just don't understand why things could go so wrong. I thought the death of my old dog was the worst thing to ever happen in my life. I thought I'd be stuck in a dead end job the rest of my life. I thought I'd be drowned in financial worry, bringing me into an early grave. Yet, despite the hardships I did not lose complete hope. I kept praying, meditating, and looking for subtle signs from God....</div>
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As part of the Year of Mercy, I walked through the Holy Doors of each papal basilica. I even attended an evening Friday mass at the St. John Lateran Basilica with the Archbishop of Rome preciding the liturgy.</div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-6394729179745129952016-02-14T07:20:00.000-06:002016-02-16T12:47:16.731-06:00Rome in Lent<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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As part of my Lenten observance I am traveling to Rome, Italy. ( In fact, I am typing this post while on the flight<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">!) I will embark on my mini pilgrimage for 8 days, staying at a Dominican convent guest house. I plan to visit the main tourist attractions but then also walk along the unknown paths, hopefully uncovering some hidden gems in the Eternal City.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div>
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My first stop will be the Colloseum, the Roman Forum, and the Pantheon. Then I will explore the Roman Baths and the Protestant Cemetery where Romantic poets Shelley and Keats are buried. I'll visit the Vatican museum, Sistine Chapel, St. Peters Basillica with surrounding burial grounds. A short bus ride will take me to some of the early burial catacombs. I hope to attend mass at a different church each day beginning with the Dominican mother church Santa Sabina. </div><div dir="ltr"><br></div>
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Of course, I will take time to explore some antique shops and authentic Roman cuisine. I purchased a ticket to the opera and will see an Italian production of "The Barber of Seville." Fantastico!</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div>
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I hope to post reflections each day depending on the reliability of Internet access. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Stayed tuned....</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-85684387351984689102016-01-10T11:28:00.001-06:002016-01-10T11:28:51.152-06:00Baptism and New Beginnings<div dir="ltr">
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My mind is so focused on <i>change</i>. As an acquaintance texted me this week: <i>"This new year will be one of joy." </i>Just what I need to hear as I have experienced so much turnover. However, I see the light peeking through the clouds as my heart is beginning to lift from mourning and depression. A new beginning is in progress and I am actually excited about it!<br />
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<i>What does God have in store for me? </i>I feel as if a gate has been set ajar, the lock removed, so I can freely enter. Things of my past have been taken from me, some by own hand and others through God's hand. I cannot form words to describe this <i>Change </i>that has overwhelmed me since the beginning of the New Year. My intuitive sense suggests that circumstances will finally move along in a peaceful and positive way. I think God is pleased with my growth and maturity, and he is ready to bless me even more. But, again that aged old question lingers: <i>How will all this change work out in the end?</i></div>
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Since I have moved to the other side of town, I have visited a few parishes trying to figure out where I feel most comfortable. On New Year's Day I received a random email from a parish I used to attend over 10 years ago. It invited those who have fallen away to return and "Rediscover Jesus." In fact, the entire parish community is reading Matthew Kelly's <i>Rediscover Jesus</i> with videos posted by parishioners themselves telling their stories how Jesus has impacted their lives. I was intrigued, so I attended Sunday liturgy at St. Ann Parish in Coppell, TX this morning....<br />
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I felt like I found my new parish home. I noticed a few familiar faces in the pews even though I am sure they do not remember me, a decade later! The bulletin is thick with various ministries and activities. I plan to slowly enter back into volunteering because the parish is so large. (The size is something to get used to.) I will wait for the Lord to gently nudge me into the ministry where I am most needed..</div>
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Maybe a few people reading this blog attend St. Ann Coppell. I would love to hear from you and gather suggestions where I can serve the most, of course within my God-given talents. (See Contact Me form.)</div>
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Sitting in a sanctuary pew, admiring the beautifully painted stucco wall with my Spanish mantilla draped over my head, I imagined Jesus' baptism in the Jordan river. John the Baptist gently leading Jesus into the warm Jordan waters. John says a prayer before he sprinkles Jesus with baptismal water. Our Blessed Mother is at the river's edge smiling at her son as other relatives look on. The bystanders may even clap as Jesus walks out of the water....<br />
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Jesus is the Son of God. He doesn't need baptism! However, his own baptism launched a new beginning in his life - one devoted to ministry and the service of others. He will teach, preach, and heal. He will forgive easily and mercifully. He will invite others to a life of faith, trust and hope with the ultimate goal of inheriting the Kingdom of God. <br />
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Are you ready for a new beginning?<br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-44035011011228846342016-01-04T19:42:00.002-06:002016-01-04T19:45:15.303-06:00A Star So Bright<div dir="ltr">
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<i>Rise up in splendor, Jerusalem! Your light has come, the glory of the Lord shines upon you. See, darkness covers the earth, and thick clouds cover the peoples; but upon you the LORD shines, and over you appears his glory. Nations shall walk by your light, and kings by your shining radiance.</i></div>
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A star twinkles in the sky, pulsating as if alive. The star is brighter than usual with asterisks of light shooting from spasmic particles, so illusive and mysterious yet brilliant beyond comprehension. Astrologists of centuries past, like the noble Magi, knew exactly what such a radiant star represented. Astronomers of today study such phenomenon theorizing origin and purpose. Do they really know the answers? God certainly knows since he created the universe: the stars and the heavens within. Overall, stars come and go - implode and explode - leaving only traces of existence in the cosmos. <i>What can one spectacular star mean for the world? </i>Someone incredible has been born - a child of such incredible promise that an entire universe will consider him King.</div>
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When I was a child, I enjoyed peering at the moon and stars through a telescope my mom gave me. Every now and then I'd see of a shooting star! Around Christmas time I always thought about the star the Three Wise Men followed as they traveled such a long way to visit the Christ child. Was it really as bright and large as depicted in artwork? What would have it been like to see Jesus as a newborn, swaddled in clothes lying in a manger?</div>
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We all experience epiphanies every so often when we think of an answer to a question or a solution to a problem. We experience an epiphany when the "Ah ha!" strikes us when least expected. We take our new found knowledge and make the best use of it. The ultimate epiphany occurred when the Magi followed that bright shining star knowing the end would result in seeing the Messiah and prophet; a tiny little boy who would grow up to be the most important religious figure in Christianity.<br />
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Do we notice the Jesus star in our own lives? Do we follow the light and away from the darkness? How can we better follow the Lord if we find ourselves drifting away? The Star is too bright for us to ignore! Let us choose to follow Christ because so many rewards await us in the glory of heaven.<br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-18209974791806846422016-01-04T06:11:00.000-06:002016-01-04T07:31:43.693-06:00Make Straight the Way<div dir="ltr">
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“<i>Are you the Prophet?” He answered, “No.”</i><br />
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One of my goals in 2016 is to visit some of the DFW area museums and attractions. I want to "get out and about", see the new and interesting instead of isolating myself in my apartment stuck in front of the tv or passing boredom with endless naps. My new mantra is this: Life is too great to waste!</div>
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This weekend's excursions included the Dallas Arboretum on Saturday and the Kimbell Art Museum on Sunday. I have not visited the Kimbell in over 10 years. Looking at the prized paintings of French artist Gustave Caillebotte transported me back to the late 1800's in Paris. The long dresses, the top hats, the horse and buggies. Wow, what if our lives never evolved? What if we never became an industrialized, technology advanced society? I cannot imagine still wearing petticoats or considered a man's property!</div>
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Make straight the way....Isaiah and John the Baptist knew someone incredibly special was about to arrive on earth. They spoke out about this miracle to a people who just did not quite understand what to look out for. Just like a painter's canvas, the medium is blank until dabs of color are applied. The work of art is not yet finished. The shadows, transitions and details look visually hazy. Maybe the figure is a man, a woman, or an animal. Maybe the sky is a starry night or a sunlit day. The artist swirls the colors in effervescent display. It is hard to figure out the meaning. What is in the artist's mind? What type of story does he tell?</div>
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The prophet is just that. A man who's voice speaks on behalf of God. Everyone thinks John the Baptist is the One True Prophet. Yet, he is only the Messenger. The path to salvation is still crooked and wide. The Jews still have a lot of work to do in order to make sure they live good, faithful lives. Obey the Commandments and honor God. Keep the path free of debris and open, accepting the Holy One to come.</div>
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How can we make straight the Lord in modern day? Attend mass every Sunday. Pray and meditate. Say the rosary. Perform acts of charity. Be kind and loving toward others. Make God #1! Suddenly, the blurry canvas becomes sharp and clear as the colors blend together. Yes, there it is. That's what the Lord wants from me. This is how I should live my life: Mindful of God, others and then myself. </div>
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I can't remember the last time I went to New Year's Eve party or even stayed up past midnight. Usually I spend the night alone curled up in front of the television set or in my nice cozy bed. I rather be safe inside the house than around drunk drivers.<br />
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At 3 am this morning, my neighbor's yappy dog howled up a storm. It kept me up, so I loaded up laundry in the washing machine and turned on the dishwasher. Might as well make use of the early hours of the New Year instead of beating my head against my pillow wishing the dog would shut up! Obviously the dog was in distress. Maybe the neighbor passed out drunk and the dog needed to go outside...Who knows. Sadly, my neighbor isn't a very friendly person. I feel sorry for the dog because I think he is starving for attention, something the owner rarely gives him. Of course, I couldn't help but think of my own dog who always slept in the bed next to me. She rarely barked at night. If she did, she obeyed her mommy when I'd gently tell her, "<i>Shh! No barking, sweet precious!"</i><br />
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This time of the year the word "resolution" becomes a focus. Lose weight. Quit smoking or drinking. Spend more time with the kids. Go to church every Sunday....The litany of resolutions can be pages long. But, do we actually make an attempt to fulfill them? Or do we just say we are going to do XYZ because everybody else talks about it? I know every time I try to make a resolution I give up within the first three months of the year. I think most people give up by the end of January!<br />
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We read in scripture how Our Blessed Mother <i>ponder things, reflecting on them in her heart.</i> Do we spend fruitful time in prayer? Do we seek out "hints" of how we should act as better Christians? Circumstances were definitely not easy for Mary. She was a very young mother with the awesome responsibility of raising the Son of God! I am sure she had support from relatives and neighbors, but she was still confused about how everything would work out. <br />
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Despite the attention, confusion and uneasiness of first time motherhood, Our Blessed Mother remained humble and obedient. She prayed for guidance and used resources handed to her. One thing so beautiful about Mary is how she didn't complain. She didn't rage at Joseph when Jesus wailed all night with a tummy ache. She didn't curse the Lord when the family had to suddenly travel to Egypt in order to escape death. She did whatever it took to please God. <br />
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What would Mary's resolutions be at the start of a New Year? Maybe pray more, take better care of herself, spend more time with friends, or be a better wife. Whatever her "resolutions" may have been, I am sure she stuck to them however challenging.<br />
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Today on this first day of the year, let us pray for peace in a world that is undergoing so much suffering. Let us pray for the sanctity of all human life. Let us pray for cures to so many diseases that plague people throughout the world.<br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-21057917326278913812015-12-31T07:44:00.001-06:002015-12-31T07:47:10.433-06:002015 Rewind<div dir="ltr">
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On this New Year's Eve morning, as I meditate on the scripture readings, I rewind my mind back through 2015. Overall, it has been a good year with many challenges and achievements. I would not be where I am at today without <i>a steadfast and solid Catholic faith</i>. </div>
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This year has been one of momentous growth and maturity. I managed to successfully prepare and sell my home. I bought a brand new car. Both transactions happened on my own initiative. I am very proud of getting the job done (as a single female) without relying on my family or friends to do it for me. Yes, it was difficult and stressful. I didn't think I'd pull through, but in the end I triumphed. Once again, Jesus and his Blessed Mother guided me along the way. They knew I could take a hold of the reigns and change my life's direction with courage and strength.</div>
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After settling into my new apartment, 2015 instantly changed from one of good fortune to despair. Like everything else in life the highs must follow by the lows. Nothing stays smiling and happy forever. If it did, we would not learn from our mistakes or feel a need to pray to God as a source of healing. The tragic death of my dog which still cuts through my bones. The sad passing of my great aunt and godmother. The news that my contributions to a blog will no longer be needed as the author has shut it down.... All of these reversals leave me sad wondering <i>Why</i>? Of course, <i>I need to stop asking God "Why?" and graciously accept the inevitable. </i> Our Lord does what he does because he has better in store for us! With death springs new life and with an ending follows a new beginning. </div>
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One thing I love about meditating about scripture and writing reflections is how much the thought process <i>restores a sense of hope and peace</i>. I realize that those who lived in bible times experienced the same circumstances we do today. Just in a different era of time without the luxuries and sophistication we enjoy today. </div>
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How did Mary, Joseph and Jesus celebrate a new year? The calendar was way different back in the day. No Chinese fireworks or loud firecrackers. No bubbly champagne overflowing from glass flutes. Definitely no fall of the Big Red Apple. Perhaps New Year's Eve was spent in prayer at the temple or in festive communion with friends and relatives. I am sure the celebration was peaceful. The Holy Family looked forward to a new chapter in their lives - one devoted to the Lord.</div>
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During the last hour of 2015, let us acknowledge the God's blessings and thank him for giving us LIFE. Despite the highs and lows, twists and turns, smooth and rocky roads we are still here on earth. We have a new year awaiting us where we can choose to use our gifts and talents for the benefit of the Kingdom of God.</div>
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I look forward to 2016 as I select "stop" on my 2015 rewind. I have learned what I needed to learn. Now it is time to move on. Keep the light of faith burning.<br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-49425223653042025782015-12-30T14:33:00.001-06:002016-02-10T17:26:51.655-06:00I Write To You, Cyber World<b>The Sixth Day in the Octave of Christmas</b><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.4px;">As we approach the New Year, I think of decades past when the "cyber world" did not exist. Life appeared way less complicated.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.4px;">Families congregated around the dining room table, enjoying conversation and a good meal together. No such thing as cellular phones, video games or online streaming to distract old fashion togetherness. People wrote each other hand-written letters; today the impersonal email and text message replace the postman. Men still cherished the normal everyday woman; however, the ever growing pornography addiction has robbed the true sense of beauty. Women as they rise to the top of their career ladders, often becoming more successful than their male peers, understand loneliness. Will they ever meet men who are just as successful and want to raise a family as a married couple?</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.4px;">To me, a less complicated world is perceived as a more naive world. Complexity allows us to grow in experience, wisdom, and prudent judgement. However, with this complexity comes along social problems. We no longer have Jesus walking around healing the sick, the blind, the lame, and the crippled. We now rely on high tech machines and costly pharmaceuticals to do the curing. Furthermore, we no longer live in a country where worshiping God is encouraged; in fact, having religious faith is seen as a "naive" practice. Why all the focus on strong moral values? Don't we live in the 21st century where everyone is "open minded" and free to do what they want, when they want and how they want? </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.4px;">We live in a cyber world full of delights and pleasures. Yet, with all of the social "fun" surrounding the Internet and our electronic whims we lose the meaning of life. We are meant to help one another, not use people for our own personal gains. All of this non-stop entertainment makes me wonder what our "cyber world" will be like 20-30-40 years from now. Will people stop going to a brick and mortar church? Will there be mega "Internet" churches spreading all across the globe where people just text and sing to one another through websites? Will the Eucharist still be the center of our Catholic faith or will it be replaced by some kind of pseudo-communion only offered through the Internet? I know: Sounds absolutely ridiculous. But, it something we should think about.....</span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">Most unsettling of all...Will we be able to preserve our Catholic traditions forever?</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.4px;"><i>I write to you, Cyber World,</i></span><br />
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<i>because your entertainment cannot compromise the Truth.</i><br />
<i>I write to you, Cyber World,</i><br />
<i>because I believe in Christ Jesus.</i><br />
<i>I write you you, Cyber World,</i><br />
<i>because Faith, Hope, and Love will never go away.</i><br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-22359095229580538582015-12-30T06:13:00.001-06:002015-12-30T06:13:43.244-06:00The Presentation in the Temple<b><i>The Fifth Day in the Octave of Christmas</i></b><br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-15338114252046551172015-12-28T10:19:00.002-06:002015-12-28T10:19:54.819-06:00Life Taken By Surprise (An Original Poem)<div dir="ltr">
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Life taken by surprise</div>
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The night howl, the sun rise.</div>
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Life's road no longer safe</div>
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Pitted and rugged, somehow misplaced.</div>
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What happened here? Why the madness?</div>
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Why this darkness? Why me?</div>
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-67118114427109642962015-12-28T09:26:00.001-06:002015-12-28T09:31:52.949-06:00Mourning Holy Innocence<b><i>Feast of the Holy Innocents, Martyrs</i></b><br />
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My blog readers probably wonder, "<i>Where did Jennifer go?</i>" I'm still around... just hiding myself in the reality of life. A rough last few weeks is not for a weakling like myself who handles bad news as if a knife piercing flesh. My heart feels like it's been shattered into thousands of little pieces. Through Our Lord's mercy, those pieces will be sown back together as the mourning subsides....<br />
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My goal to write a meditation each day of Advent failed to materialize. I found words harder to put together as work woes hit me hard. Rumors about the company not doing well, people leaving, and a mysterious "Severance plan" legal notice sent to salaried employees worried me. Moreover, the sudden loss of my pet didn't help lighten up the mood. Things got even worse after I found out my Godmother passed away only a day after my sweet dog. Good grief.....When it rains sadness it pours! I never expected two deaths the week of Christmas. Needless to say, it has been a surreal Holiday season, but I know <i>my faith will help me overcome grief</i>.<br />
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We had fierce tornadoes hit the Dallas area. My new apartment was spared; however, the other side of town where I used to live got hit. The tornadoes touched down only a few miles from my old neighborhood. I am curious if my old fence is still up or the roof damaged. Thank God I moved to my new home when I did.<br />
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I had my dog's body cremated and her ashes placed in a lovely wooden box. It sits on a table right next to a memorial I made in her honor. After my dog was hit by the car, I cried for literally three days straight! However, the small wooded box of ashes brought a wonderful sense of comfort and peace. Something very unexpected yet welcomed. <br />
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My Godmother's funeral is today - on a cold, rainy and snowy day. Family members posted on Facebook needing donations to help pay for the funeral. Evidently, my Godmother's estate didn't have enough funds to pay for some "miscellaneous" funeral expenses. This just breaks my heart even more knowing that such a wonderful and special woman as my great aunt died penniless without even enough money to dig her grave. The last thing a mourning family needs to worry about is who will pay for a burial. Thanks to my grandfather my Godmother's funeral expenses are covered.<br />
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Today's Feast of the Holy Innocents is a sad reminder of just <i>how precious life truly is</i>. I think about abused and neglected children; children killed in the womb; children used in human trafficking; children born with cancer and birth defects. Why does God allow horrible things to happen to such beautiful young ones? One of those questions that remains unanswered....<br />
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I know mourning will turn into acceptance; sadness into joy. My heart will return to its whole self as my grief moves on. I know my guardian angel continues to watch over me. My Godmother is with my dog, smiling from the heaven, forever in peace and tranquility.<br />
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I write this meditation with a very heavy heart. Yesterday morning, I witnessed an horrific accident that still leaves me raw and achy inside; my heart both bleeding and weeping with sadness. Why did such an awful thing have to happen during the Holiday season? Here I should be celebrating the birth of Jesus; instead, I mourn the sudden death of my beloved pet.<br />
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Saturday morning I took my precious dachshund, Cayenne, to the vet for an exam and yearly shots. She jumped out of the car before I had a chance to get her leash on, running to a grassy area in front of the vet clinic. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and grey face as if to say: "<i>Mommy! I'm free! Let's play a game of Catch me if you Can!</i>" My sweet little girl loved to play chase where she'd run along the sidewalk and then roll over for a belly rub. I'd be out of breathe by the time I caught up with her.</div>
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This fateful morning Cayenne walked a little too far out into the street. As she stood staring at me, a car hit her throwing her body under its rear wheels. I screamed in terror as I rushed onto the street. The accident occurred only a few feet from the vet clinic, so I quickly picked up her body and brought her inside. I remember screaming and crying in agony. <i>My God! I cannot believe this is happening! Please do not allow my dog to die! It's not her time yet...please. Nooo.....! </i> Yet, deep in my heart I knew her injuries were very serious. She did not move even though her heart still beat and her eyes remained open. No cries or whining. Cayenne had very distinctive vocal sounds, yet I heard nothing. </div>
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The veternarian and staff did everything they could to save Cayenne but her lungs were impacted by the blunt force causing deep internal bleeding. She was pronounced deceased 30 minutes later. I went back into the examination room to say my final goodbyes. It was so hard to see my beloved dog so lifeless; her friendly, loving and curious personality gone.</div>
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Thank God the lady in the car stopped. She came into the clinic and just hugged me tightly saying how sorry she was. <i>Everything will be okay. Do not worry. Your dog will pull through! </i> I could not blame her for the accident but blamed myself instead. If I had only put that leash on inside the car, which I always did religiously, I would have saved my dog's life. Hindsight is twenty-twenty...However, I cannot control what God has in motion. He felt it was time for my sweet dog to pass over the rainbow bridge.</div>
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I believe God presents us with subtle signals about how our lives will change. We must pay very close attention because the signs are not always obvious or make sense until later on. Last weekend when driving over to All Saints for Sunday mass, I witnessed a squirrel get hit by a car. I remember thinking how surreal and sad. I see an unsettling connection. Hmmmm....</div>
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My apartment is so quiet without my dog to snuggle up with me, steal my table food, or bark at the neighbors. No more walks around the golf course or trips out to the country. No more barking at squirrels and birds. I will miss the joy and companionship my dog gave me for so many years. She lived to be over 11 years old. Her "unofficial" birthday happen to be on Friday. I adopted her in December of 2009.</div>
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I realized this weekend just how short life is for all of us, including humans and animals. We should cherish our friends and loved ones. Always be prepared. We never know when the Lord may decide a special person or animal is ready for eternity.<br />
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I hope my precious dog is having fun in pet heaven running around free enjoying lots of food and treats. Experts say that animals do not possess souls like humans do. But, for my own personal comfort, I'd like to think everybody's pets will be reunited with their owners at the end of time. <br />
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<i>Rest in peace, my dear Cayenne. I miss you. Mommy will always love you.....</i><br />
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<i> The book of the genealogy of Jesus Christ, </i><i>the son of David,
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For the past three weeks, strange and vivid dreams keep disturbing my restful sleep. I am not quite sure why my subscientious is so overactive right now.....</div>
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In one dream scene, I sat in a lecture room on my old college campus. In another I worked in an old laboratory, one of my first jobs out of college. Then just two night ago I dreamed of walking into my grandparents' old house they lived in 35 years ago. It still stood as I remember it with a chain linked fence, but the inside was trashed out with overflowing toilets and trash everywhere. It looked more like a hoarder's house than a neatly maintained home. </div>
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I will go through periods with little-to-no dream recall. But, at other times the nocturnal images bombard me non-stop. I often wonder if the Holy Spirit is try to send me hidden messages. Perhaps I need to worry less, rest more, and just let things go! Then maybe my mind will settle down.</div>
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Nobody ever "dreamed" that the Gospel writer Matthew would include the genealogy of Jesus at the beginning of his gospel. Why such a boring litany of hard-to-pronounce names? This is not one of the easiest passages to read, that's for sure. Yet, knowing the "blood line" to Christ helps us better understand connections between people in the Old and New Testaments. <i>Christ is the ending of a great beginning!</i><br />
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Ancestry is important to all of us. In fact, it has become a multi-million dollar enterprise. Companies like Ancestry.com make it easier than ever for people to chart their family tree, even taking DNA tests to determine what countries they originate from.<br />
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I have embarked on a personal ancestral journey of my own by participating in National Geographic's The Genographic Project. By taking two cheek swabs of my DNA, and then sending off to the DNA laboratory for analysis, I will be able to trace the areas of the world my ancestors originate from, as far back as 10,000 years. Supposedly, the test will determine if any of my genes are of Neanderthal origin. Yes, an alternative human species! I kind of chuckle at the idea of being neanderthal. <br />
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Dreams and ancestry....both go hand in hand. We dream of our ancestors as we recover our past. What can we learn from those related to us? How much do we share in common with those people of the past? God is a part of the ancestral framework!<br />
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their sight, </i><i>the lame walk, </i><i>lepers are
cleansed, </i><i>the deaf hear, the
dead are raised, </i><i>the poor have the
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After reading today's gospel, the familiar song "Go, Tell It on the Mountain" came to my head. We used to sing it at the Baptist Day Care Wednesday chapel service....<br />
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John's disciples sought out the Lord to ask him if he was "The One" - The Messiah. They witnessed the blind regaining sight, the lame walking, and the lepers cleansed by the hand of this stranger from Nazareth. Once again our Lord does not answer the question directly but alludes around it. He knows he's been discovered, yet his humility keeps him from directly confessing to everyone his divine nature. Only <i>true believers</i> will figure out and understand. Jesus says, <i>"...the poor have the good news proclaimed to them. And blessed is the one who takes no offense at me.”</i><br />
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I find it interesting John sent his disciples to speak to Jesus. Didn't John already know his cousin was the Son Of Man?? Hmmm... If he was busy in the desert preaching, maybe he "heard" about the miracle man but didn't know who he was. I figure news traveled slowly back in the day. John the Baptist was a prophet of God but not a psychic who knew the exact height, weight, and built of the Messiah. <br />
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How can we offend God? This is a weighty question. We know from the Old Testament that God was an angry, revengeful God. He had not problem punishing those who disobeyed his commands. Everything from pestilence to starvation and death. God expected obedience from his chosen people. He appears to be a harsh strict God. However, Jesus Christ is much different "side" of God. He is gentle, kind and merciful. He rarely raises his voice. He even preaches others to love their enemies. No more "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth!" <br />
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There is something refreshing to know that the Jesus loves the poorest of the poor and the lamest of the lame. He doesn't run away from the sad and the afflicted; the sick and the dying; the outcasts and the sinner. He welcomes all of these people into his healing and loving arms.<br />
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Even in this day, the Holy Spirit continues the work of healing. If we do "offend" God in some way, we have the option to confess our sins and receive repentance. No more worry about an lightening bolt striking us down if we sin! <br />
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Let us all go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is the way, truth and light! He shows us the way to salvation with his love and mercy.<br />
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<b><i>Saint John the Cross, Pray for Us!</i></b><br />
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-42471549949533204332015-12-14T11:05:00.003-06:002015-12-14T11:06:58.232-06:00Rejoice and Be Glad<div dir="ltr">
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of John Lateran in Rome, Pope Francis remarked, “<i>we cannot let ourselves be taken in by
fatigue; sadness in any form is not allowed, even though we have reason to be
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I think so many people feel stressed out, lonely and/ or
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overshadowed by Black Friday sales, fulfilling Christmas "wish" lists, and attending social parties. It's about spending $$$ and
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I feel much more at peace sitting in
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adoration chapel. I have been visiting
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For the first time, I wore a beautiful cream colored lace
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-46756969532810598992015-12-12T06:20:00.001-06:002015-12-12T06:22:59.919-06:00Down in the Doldrums<div dir="ltr">
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As I observe these dead leaves, so full of greenless color, I am reminded of my own dying self. This has been an intense month with emotions sinking deeper and deeper into the ground. Like a decaying leaf, I am blown off from the tree of life by the wind. I desire to be a part of the sturdy wood again. Yet, my anxiety and depression keeps me more focused on everything so wrong....</div>
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When I lived in my home, I used a mulcher to manicure my leaf littered lawn. Then I'd carefully add the crushed leaves back to my flower beds, providing nutrients to my shrubs. Sadly, I cannot do that here in my rented community. I can bag up the fallen leaves myself. Obviously,the landscaping crew won't bother. However, those large Bradford pear leaves still keep falling, falling, falling down....</div>
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People don't quite understand why I am down in the doldrums. They somehow expect me to snap out of it. It's the Holidays! It's a season of time off from work, get togethers with friends and family, traveling and feasting. Holiday cheer is in the air!</div>
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I wish I could feel that Holiday cheer and share excitement like everyone else! All I see is my bank account slowly depleting from holiday gifts and last minute charitable donations. I declined the invite to our annual office party with lame door prizes like a set of lawn chairs. Ooh ahh. Something I always wanted. </div>
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Despite my mental state, I do manage to read the Hours and say my rosaries. I've kept up with my meditations fairly well even though I find them much more challenging to write. I continue to walk my dog and show up to work every day. Yes, I feel grumpy, mopey, achy, irritable, and cranky. I prefer annoying coworkers to leave me alone. For the most part I work independently so I am able to hide when I don't feel like chatting.</div>
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As the old saying goes: <i>This too shall pass</i>. Our Lord and his Mother will continue to care and protect me as I go through the doldrums. They understand and love me; I love them, too. It may be harder to smile right now, but those pearly whites are not lost forever. Life will return just like the change in seasons.</div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In December 2015, <i>National Geographic Magazine</i> published a fascinating article titled <i>How the Virgin Mary Became the World's Most Powerful Woman</i>. (Read full article <a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2015/12/virgin-mary-text" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>.) The award-winning Catholic author Maureen Orth discusses several examples of Mary's influence around the globe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, whose feast day we celebrate today, is one of the most popular Marian images in the world, highly cherished by the Mexican culture. Millions of terminally and chronically ill people travel to the cold waters of Lourdes, France for healing. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Medjugorje</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">, although still not officially approved by the Vatican as an apparition, draws thousands of pilgrims each year. Clearly, Our Blessed Mother is a source of comfort for devout Christians throughout the world. Interesting how even our Muslim brothers and sisters honor the Virgin. It is said that Mary is mentioned more times in the Koran than in the Bible! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Undeniable, Mary plays an important role as intercessor. Ever since 40 A.D. Christians have reported apparitions of her; some appearances verified and others questionable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why is Mary so popular..and powerful? What is it about her that inspires songs, prayers, pilgrimages, processions, and even priceless works of art?</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">As a universal symbol of maternal
love, as well as of suffering and sacrifice, Mary is often the touchstone of
our longing for meaning, a more accessible link to the supernatural than formal
church teachings. Her mantle offers both security and protection. Pope Francis,
when once asked what Mary meant to him, answered, “She is my mamá.” </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Not only does the Blessed Virgin Mary provide security and
protection but also mercy. In this Jubilee Year of Mercy, we should turn
to our "Mama" for guidance. How can we be more
merciful toward our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ? What does the
word "mercy" really mean to us? Where have we failed in being
merciful toward the weak, the poor, and the marginalized? Do we accept the Lord's mercy or deny it as something of no value?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Today's meditation artwork, a non-traditional rendition of
Our Lady of Guadalupe, colorfully illustrates the Blessed Virgin Mary in
different roles. Red represents the Virgin's mighty protection against the
snares of the devil. Green and yellow symbolize Mary's intercessory role between Christ and us. Even the purple and blue is seen as Mary's maternal vocation - providing the love, care and mercy we desperately need in this challenging world. Overall, the kaleidoscope of
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Our Lady of Guadalupe, Pray for Us!</span></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">"Heavenly Father, in Our Lady of Guadalupe
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-1440144598428324412015-12-09T17:14:00.003-06:002015-12-12T06:29:48.395-06:00A Year on Mercy Street<b><i>Tuesday, December 8, 2015</i></b><br />
<b><i>Feast of the Immaculate Conception</i></b><br />
<b><i>Beginning of the Jubilee Year of Mercy, 2015-2016</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Jubilee of Mercy </i></b>While listening to my Amazon Prime play list, I came across a Live recording of the Peter Gabriel song "Mercy Street." It made me think about the start of the of the Jubilee Year of Mercy. Here are a few of the lyrics:<br />
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"<i>Looking for mercy in your daddy's arms" </i>- The greatest source of mercy is through God, the Father. </div>
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We can dream and look for mercy in all the wrong places. Help a friend in need but with an ulterior motive in mind. "<i>Hopefully he will pay me back later when I need it! "</i> Give money to the poor but secretly desire to be praised for it. "<i>I'll help this charity and it will make me look like a Saint!</i>" Broadcast on social media all of the wonderful volunteer efforts we do in defense of the marginalized. <i>"Maybe my contributions will be recognized by the President and I'll become a social media sensation!"</i></div>
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Mercy is kind, tender and honest. It is meek, humble and truthful. It is not pompous or arrogant. It should not be used as a weapon to fuel pride, haughtiness, and a conceited spirit. Mercy is authentic love for another human being with a willingness to care for that person without contingencies attached.</div>
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<b><i>Trash Trolls</i></b> Today was an irritating day; one of those days when I wasn't in the mood to associate with anyone. I just wanted to stew in my anger over a nice glass of vino. (It's right here by my laptop as I type this meditation.) I am making an honest attempt to be more patient and merciful, but I failed badly.... </div>
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This morning I woke up to discover that my apartment trash had not been taken out by the Valet Waste company. A note was taped on the lid informing me that I needed to "tie a knot in all trash bags" before they will remove them. For weeks now, I have noticed residents just throwing trash outside their apartments. Very few use the waste receptacles. So when I saw this note I raged inside. <i>How dare these Trash Trolls not take my trash out! Ridiculous! I've been putting out my trash like this - neat and orderly - for two months and they just NOW tell me to stop? They can kiss my you know what! Grr...</i></div>
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I wrote a scathing note that I prepared to lay on top of my soggy garbage for the Trash Trolls to read. However, I axed the foolish move. I certainly didn't want to start a trash war and possibly incur fines! I am sure trash picker-upper work is not the most pleasant in the world, and I am not the only resident who didn't do exactly what protocol spells out. I know the rules now, so hopefully the incident will never happen again.</div>
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Interesting, when I opened up my mail this afternoon I received a donation solicitation from CRS. I normally never respond to such mailings, but what fell out of the envelope took me by surprise. It was a prayer card with a picture of Pope Francis holding a white peace dove with the following quote:</div>
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<i>"We all have to think if we can become a little poorer, all of us have to do this. How can I become a little poorer in order to be more like Jesus, who was the poor Teacher?"</i></div>
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Also, included in the envelope, was a second prayer card with an angel coin attached to it. The prayer read, <i>"Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen"</i></div>
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Wow, the Holy Spirit just sent me two powerful messages! Why stew over silly trash? Why remain angry at a mistake I made? Why not just accept that I got called out on doing something wrong? Correct the mistake and let it go! Life is too short to worry about rotting garbage!</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Walking Along Mercy Street </i>During this Jubilee Year of Mercy, I like the image of walking along Mercy Street thinking about how I can be a better Christian witness to others. How can I be more merciful without being prideful and vain? How can I open my heart to those who experience difficulties and minister to them? What can I learn about mercy in my own faith experiences?</div>
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I'd like to end with this great quote from <i>Magnificat's Year of Mercy Companion:</i> </div>
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<i>"God knows us as he intends us to be; his sons, his daughters, his friends. He knows that he has fitted us for himself and that no other destiny for us will do. When he knows us as sinners and as unable to secure our own deliverance from our sins, he knows us as needing his mercy. But this mercy is, in a way, called for, not by reason of our own merits, but because of his own fatherly affection for us and because he sees the change in us that his father's love will produce. His mercy reflects God's true judgment on us as being not his "undeserving poor" but his own beloved children." </i><i>-Father John Dominic Corbett, O.P.</i></div>
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High will overshadow you. Therefore the child to be born will be called holy,
the Son of God. And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son
in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren; for
nothing will be impossible for God.” Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of
the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.” Then the angel departed
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beautiful, humble young woman named Mary. She is schooled in the Law of Moses
and understands her duties as a faithful Jew in a patriarchal society. She
embodies childlike innocence and spirit; yet, the time has come to take on
adult responsibilities. She is betrothed to Joseph, a much older man with
admirable carpenter skills. He may be poor, but he is still a good,
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cannot believe the news from the Angel Gabriel: She is with child! It's not
Joseph's baby but the Lord's. What?! How can this be since she is still a
virgin? Why was she chosen as the mother of the Son of God? </span></span></div>
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was part of the Divine Plan from inception. The New Ark of the Covenant; the
New Eve; the Holy Mother of God whose "Yes" began a destiny for all
of humanity. Not a revolution designed for idolatry, despair, and hate but an
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Our Blessed Mother interceding and protecting us from harm. Born without sin
from the moment of her conception, Mary is the perfect example of maternal
holiness. She nursed the child Jesus as an infant and experienced the
"terrible 2's" like any other mother! She handled the rebellious
Jesus when he ran away to the temple and witnessed her son's first miracle at a
Cana wedding. She mourned and wept when Jesus died nailed to the cross; a gut
wrenching pain too terrible to describe. Only a mother who has lost a child
can understand. Despite all of the joy, happiness, worry, and sadness Mary
still persevered, strengthened by faith in the Lord. Nothing seems impossible
when we know Christ is with us, in us, and through us. </span></div>
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and Eve disobeyed God when they ate forbidden fruit. As a result, evil entered
the world. Pain, sickness, famine, war, and death became commonplace.
Comforting to know Mary's "yes" reversed the course of
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humble and pure, chose to give birth to the Son of God without expecting
anything in return. She trusted the Lord to take care of her. She trusted in
Joseph to love her. Her ultimate "yes" brought about new meaning to
the word <i>living - </i>Living a full
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Jennifer B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240356985756395082.post-84229823423248597662015-12-06T17:48:00.000-06:002015-12-06T17:48:47.136-06:00The Lord's Radiant Beauty<div dir="ltr">
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<i><b>"You will see his glory within you; the Lord will dawn on you in radiant beauty." </b></i></div>
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<i><b> Liturgy of the Hours (</b></i><i><b>First Week of Advent, Saturday Morning Prayer, Responsory)</b></i></div>
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Every time I visit the Dallas Arboretum for a stroll around the water features or a breathtaking view of White Rock Lake, I am reminded of the radiant beauty of God. I see how Our Lord paints the landscape with brilliant colors, textures, and smells....</div>
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<i>How many of us make an effort to stop our busy lives, observing the beauty and tranquility of nature? </i></div>
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Not too far from my apartment sits the city landfield. The putrid smell of garbage wafts in and out, especially in the mornings. Wall air freshener plug-ins help mask the odor. Still... the foul odors constantly remind me of the stinky sin I carry around daily....</div>
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<i>How many of us try to cover up our bad behavior, stewing in our own stench instead of asking God for forgiveness?</i></div>
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Blooming gardens signify life with all of its mystery and magnificence. Contrast this with decaying landfields which represent death. The cycles of birth and death repeat themselves over and over again. Yet, we may be focused on only one aspect of the cycle. Living life in positive admiration makes us joyful and content. We see good in everything and enjoy those surprises that God hands out. However, some of us natural lean toward the darker side of life, focusing on death and decay. We fail to see joy and constantly feel less content. The last thing we need is more bad news!</div>
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How can we approach the good and the bad in a more balanced way? We do not want to lean naively positive or habitually negative. The best thing to do is recognize God's presence within our souls. He glorifies and sanctifies us. He knows us more intimately than anyone. </div>
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<i>Are we mindful of the Lord? </i></div>
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Gardens bloom and landfields decay. The cycle of life and death continues on with the Lord at the dawn of all of humanity.</div>
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