A Pearl of Great Price

Harbor at Nantucket, Massachusetts

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

of stares!)  I do not mind being left alone.  It gives me more private time with Jesus!!

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!

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. 

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?

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?

-J.

Resurrected from the Past

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.

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.

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. 

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. 

 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.

-J.

Team Jesus

Father, yours is the harvest and yours is the vineyard: you assign the task

and pay a wage that is just. Help us to meet this day’s responsibilities, and let nothing separate us from your love. Grant this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

I will keep cheering on Team USA and hope they earn as many medals as possible.  It's awesome of witness such athletic talent.  But, I feel even more joy knowing although I will never make ithe Olympic Team, I will always be a part of Team Jesus.  Practice humility on earth with the goal reaching heaven someday.  Now that is medal worth achieving!

-J.

Fallen Scraps from Christ's Table

Bella looks like the "Flying Nun" as she
 begs for table scraps.

Wednesday of the Eighteenth Week in Ordinary Time

Gospel of Matthew 15: 21-28

But the woman came and did him homage, saying, “Lord, help me.” He said in reply,
“It is not right to take the food of the children
and throw it to the dogs.”
She said, “Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps
that fall from the table of their masters.”
Then Jesus said to her in reply,
“O woman, great is your faith!
Let it be done for you as you wish.”
And her daughter was healed from that hour.

Whenever I read this passage from scripture, I am amazed that Jesus can refer to a fellow human being, particularly a woman, as a "dog."  Not very loving, is it?  Maybe Our Lord was experiencing a bad day, tired of the people begging.  Perhaps he just wanted some time alone in peace and quiet.  I guess we will never understand his uncharacteristic reaction.

What I love about the Cannanite woman is her persistence.  Despite being pushed away and ignored, she kept asking our Lord for her daughter's healing. Fallen scraps from Christ's table is all she needed for satisfaction and proof even an outsider can be a believer in Jesus!

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!). Her "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.

The one thing I am most thankful for in life is my faith in Jesus Christ.  If it wasn't for the Church and the "Real presence" in the Holy Eucharist, I'd be lost. Like a wild dog roaming the streets begging for food and eating "scraps", I'd be perpetually hungry without His Presence. Hungry for comfort, hope, love, friendship and unity.  Hungry for spiritual food only available from God!

-J.

A Nation at Half Mast

Naked I came forth from my mother’s womb,
and naked I shall go back again.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
blessed be the name of the Lord!
We accept good things from God;
and should we not accept evil?

-Job 1:21; 2:10b

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.

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.  

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.

Time and time again I feel MEDIA play the number one role of fueling societal woes.  They bombard our minds with sensationalized reporting of hot topic issues.  

As Job asks, "We accept good things from God and should we not accept evil?" Sadly, evil is everywhere, often lying dormant behind the scenes until it makes its appearance.  Destroying lives and fueling fear; fear that is so debilitating that most of us wonders if good will ever win over evil.  Of course it will! 

God does not leave us alone to suffer. Accepting evil as a part of our human existence  challenges us to pray, minister to others in need, and do whatever it takes for the goodness of the human spirit to radiate.  

A nation at half mast. As we mourn and pray for the souls of those who have been tragically killed, we will triumph over evil because we have the power of the Holy Spirit at our sides.  

-J.

Life's Dramatic Changes (Intro)

Hallway leading to the Sistine Chapel @ The Vatican Museum 

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!"

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.

 

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....

Our Lord finally answered my prayers and in ways I never thought of. 

My trip to Rome was amazing.  I did not have time to write like I originally planned.  Instead, I explored every inch of the city by foot.  Sore feet, arms, shoulders...my body felt like a train wreck.  But with so much to see in a short period of time I dealt with the aches and pains.

My favorite parts of my trip included visiting Palatine Hill, the Roman Forum, and the Colosseum.  The Vatican Museum, Sistine Chapel, and Gallery Borghese were so amazing I am at a loss for words.  Photographs just do not capture the essence of being in the museum presence!

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.

I will post more later.....

Rome in Lent

I am outside a cafe in Florence, Italy (Oct 2004)!

"Today is holy to the Lord your God. Do not be sad, and do not weep; for today is holy to our Lord. Do not be saddened this day, for rejoicing in the Lord must be your strength!"  Nehemiah 8:9, 10

I'm back to bloggin' away.  I've been on a short hiatus.  When work and personal life get super busy, writing suddenly takes a seat on the back shelf.  

As part of my Lenten observance I am traveling to Rome, Italy. ( In fact, I am typing this post while on the flight!) 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.

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. 

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!

I hope to post reflections each day depending on the reliability of Internet access. Stayed tuned....

Have a Holy Lenten Season!

-J.

Baptism and New Beginnings

The Baptism of Our Lord

Gospel of Luke 3:15-16, 21-22

After all the people had been baptized and Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, heaven was opened and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form like a dove.
And a voice came from heaven, “You are my beloved Son;
with you I am well pleased.”

This past week flew by so fast that I did not get a chance to write blog posts.   I still made time for daily prayer.  That resolution is still going along well....

My mind is so focused on change.  As an acquaintance texted me this week: "This new year will be one of joy."  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!

What does God have in store for me?  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 Change 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:  How will all this change work out in the end?

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 Rediscover Jesus 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....

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..

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.)

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....

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.

Are you ready for a new beginning?

-J.

A Star So Bright

The Epiphany of the Lord

Isaiah 60:1-6

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.

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.  What can one spectacular star mean for the world?  Someone incredible has been born - a child of such incredible promise that an entire universe will consider him King.

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?

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.

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.

-J.

Make Straight the Way

Memorial of Saints Basil the Great and Gregory Nazianzen, Bishops and Doctors of the Church

Gospel of John 1:19-28

Dallas Arboretum - 1/2/2016

“Are you the Prophet?” He answered, “No.”
So they said to him, “Who are you, so we can give an answer to those who sent us?  What do you have to say for yourself?” He said: “I am the voice of one crying out in the desert, Make straight the way of the Lord, as Isaiah the prophet said.”

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!

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!

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?

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.

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.  

-J.

Mary and New Year's Resolutions

The Octave Day of Christmas
Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God
New Year's Day 2016



Gospel of Luke 2:16-21


The shepherds went in haste to Bethlehem and found Mary and Joseph, and the infant lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known the message  that had been told them about this child. All who heard it were amazed by what had been told them by the shepherds. And Mary kept all these things, reflecting on them in her heart.

 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.

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, "Shh! No barking, sweet precious!"

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!

We read in scripture how Our Blessed Mother ponder things, reflecting on them in her heart.  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.

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.

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.

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.

 Let us resolve to live lives that our holy with Mary, the Mother of God, as our shining example of faith, hope and love.

Happy New Year!!!

-J.

2015 Rewind

Seventh Day of the Octave of Christmas
New Year's Eve

1 John 2:18-21

Children, it is the last hour; and just as you heard that the antichrist was coming, so now many antichrists have appeared. Thus we know this is the last hour. They went out from us, but they were not really of our number; if they had been, they would have remained with us. Their desertion shows that none of them was of our number. But you have the anointing that comes from the Holy One, and you all have knowledge.

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 a steadfast and solid Catholic faith. 

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.

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 Why?  Of course, I need to stop asking God "Why?" and graciously accept the inevitable.  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. 

One thing I love about meditating about scripture and writing reflections is how much the thought process restores a sense of hope and peace.  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. 

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.

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.

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.

“The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.”  ― G.K. Chesterton

-J.

I Write To You, Cyber World

The Sixth Day in the Octave of Christmas

1 John 2:12-17

Do not love the world or the things of the world.  If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, sensual lust, enticement for the eyes, and a pretentious life, is not from the Father but is from the world.  Yet the world and its enticement are passing away. But whoever does the will of God remains forever.



As we approach the New Year, I think of decades past when the "cyber world" did not exist. Life appeared way less complicated.

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?

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? 

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.....Most unsettling of all...Will we be able to preserve our Catholic traditions forever?

Now, in the same style as author of the 1st Letter of John.....

I write to you, Cyber World,
because of your enticing thrills.
I write to you, Cyber World,
because your entertainment cannot compromise the Truth.
I write to you, Cyber World,
because I believe in Christ Jesus.
I write you you, Cyber World,
because Faith, Hope, and Love will never go away.

-J.

The Presentation in the Temple

The Fifth Day in the Octave of Christmas

Gospel of Luke 2:22-35

The child’s father and mother were amazed at what was said about him; and Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, “Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted (and you yourself a sword will pierce) so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.”

Mary walks up the temple steps holding the Christ child in her arms.  Alongside his wife, Joseph carries the pair of pigeons, a gift of homage for the ceremonial blessing that will soon take place.

Simeon and Anna, through the Holy Spirit, discover this tiny little infant is the chosen one from God.  Decades spent blessing young children according to Jewish custom; years spent watching, waiting for the Holy Child of God.  Here he finally appears in front of them!  Simeon holds the Christ child,  so innocent and pure. How glorious!  How wonderful!   A child destined for the rise and fall of many in Israel found his way into the world. How will such a precious child hold so much hope for the people?  What will he do for the salvation of others?  Will Mary later understand Simeon's prophesy - "you yourself a sword will pierce?"

This famous scripture passage that we pray during the recitation of the Joyous Mysterious of the Holy Rosary shows the importance of obedience and tradition.  Mary and Joseph could have declined the blessing in the temple.  Jesus is the Son of God.  Why would he need a blessing from an old priest?  The blessing is for the entire family, surrounded by ancient tradition.  Such tradition guaranteed that the Lord would look after, watch and protect the family.

In modern day, we ask a priest to bless our homes or a prized piece of jewelry.  Our entire Christian faith involves the blessings God bestows on us every day.  What if we ignored those blessings?

I am sure Mary and Joseph felt a little uneasy about their son being a sign of contradiction.  Nobody wants to hear their child will cause trouble.  Yet, through obedience the Holy Family accepted God's Will.  Whatever happens will happen; whatever is meant to be will be accepted with faith and humility.

-J..  

Life Taken By Surprise (An Original Poem)

Life taken by surprise

The night howl, the sun rise.

Don't know what to expect,

Peaceful tide or rough ride.

Things go smoothly for a while

A silk road, 

A glass surface,

Translucent and safe,

Clear of purpose.

Life's road no longer safe

Pitted and rugged, somehow misplaced.

What happened here? Why the madness?

So much thrill, now utter sadness.

Foggy glass, sandpaper road

Cannot see, blurred and alone.

Why this darkness? Why me?

What did I do to deserve Thee?

Grim Reaper's visit way too soon,

So much more to say and do,

Please not now, some other day,

Leave my loved one here to stay.

Cannot control life's destiny,

God's path is not foreseen,

Keep faith alive, 

Mourn the loss,

Love forever,

Never forget the Cross.

-J.

Mourning Holy Innocence

Feast of the Holy Innocents, Martyrs

Gospel of Matthew 2:13-18

When the magi had departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, “Rise, take the child and his mother, flee to Egypt, and stay there until I tell you.

Herod is going to search for the child to destroy him.” Joseph rose and took the child and his mother by night and departed for Egypt.

He stayed there until the death of Herod,

that what the Lord had said through the prophet might be fulfilled, Out of Egypt I called my son.

My blog readers probably wonder, "Where did Jennifer go?"  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....

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 my faith will help me overcome grief.

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.

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.

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.

During this time of sadness, I have received many condolences from friends and family.  It's good to know I am not alone in my grief.  So many others understand what it is like to lose a loved one, a pet, or even a child during the holidays.

Today's Feast of the Holy Innocents is a sad reminder of just how precious life truly is.  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....

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.

-J.

Rest in Peace

Fourth Sunday of Advent

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He shall stand firm and shepherd his flock by the strength of the Lord, his God; and shall remain, for his greatness shall reach to the ends of the earth; he shall be peace.

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.

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: "Mommy! I'm free!  Let's play a game of Catch me if you Can!"  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.

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.  My God! I cannot believe this is happening! Please do not allow my dog to die!  It's not her time yet...please. Nooo.....!  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.  

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.

Thank God the lady in the car stopped.  She came into the clinic and just hugged me tightly saying how sorry she was.  Everything will be okay. Do not worry. Your dog will pull through!  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.

 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....

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.

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.

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.

Rest in peace, my dear Cayenne.  I miss you.  Mommy will always love you.....

-J.

Dreams & Ancestry

Thursday of the Third Week of Advent

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Matthew 1:1-17

 The book of the genealogy of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham. Abraham became the father of Isaac, Isaac the father of Jacob, Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers.

Judah became the father of Perez and Zerah, whose mother was Tamar....

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.....

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.  

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.

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.  Christ is the ending of a great beginning!

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.

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.

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!

-J.

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Wednesday of the Third Week of Advent

Luke 17:18b-23

And Jesus said to them in reply,“Go and tell John what you have seen and heard: the blind regain their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the poor have the good news proclaimed to them. And blessed is the one who takes no offense at me.”

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....

(Verse 4)

When I am a seeker,

I seek both night and day;

I seek the Lord to help me,

And He shows me the way:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,

Over the hills and everywhere;

Go, Tell It On The Mountain

That Jesus Christ is born.

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 true believers will figure out and understand.  Jesus says, "...the poor have the good news proclaimed to them.  And blessed is the one who takes no offense at me.”

How can a man who cures people offend anyone? Sadly, we know the Pharisees and scribes took offense of Jesus, mainly because he healed on the Sabbath.  Then again, jealousy and resentment most likely inflamed their hearts.

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.

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!"

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.

 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!

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.

Saint John the Cross, Pray for Us!

-J.

Rejoice and Be Glad

Third Sunday of Advent

Philippians 4:47

Brothers and sisters:

Rejoice in the Lord always.

I shall say it again: rejoice!

Your kindness should be known to all.

The Lord is near.

Have no anxiety at all, but in everything,

by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,

make your requests known to God.

Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

Whenever I see a picture of Pope Francis my heart smiles!  The Pontiff's words comfort. During his Gaudete Sunday mass at the Basilica of John Lateran in Rome,  Pope Francis remarked, “we cannot let ourselves be taken in by fatigue; sadness in any form is not allowed, even though we have reason to be with the many concerns and the many forms of violence which hurt humanity."

Our hearts must be filled with joy, Pope Francis announced.  The birth of the baby Jesus is not a somber event but a joyful one.

I think so many people feel stressed out, lonely and/ or depressed because Christmas has turned into such a commercialized event.  The real reason for the season is overshadowed by Black Friday sales, fulfilling Christmas "wish" lists, and attending social parties.  It's about spending $$$ and entertaining.  I figure this time of the year more people to go to the mall on Sundays than attend church services.  I think Jesus and his Mother need some holy attention!!  Leave the credit cards at home and exchange them for holy cards!

 I feel much more at peace sitting in a church sanctuary away from all of the commercial chaos.  I feel even more comfort kneeling in front of the Blessed Sacrament in prayer.  I am extremely fortunate to be only a short 10 minute drive away from a perpetual adoration chapel.  I have been visiting Jesus in the Eucharist on a weekly basis.  Just pouring out my soul to him gives me a glimmer of hope.  Life will be okay.  It is not as dire as it appears to be.  The blessings given to me outweigh the troubles.  I need to rejoice in such blessings!

For the first time, I wore a beautiful cream colored lace mantilla to Sunday mass.  I felt a little awkward at first, but then as I focused on the liturgy I felt Christ closer to me than ever before!  The reverence and respect a head covering instills is hard to describe.  I am glad this tradition is making a comeback in post Vatican II Catholic churches.  I encourage other women to veil when they can.

Rejoice and Be Glad.  Christmas is almost here!  Jesus will arrive soon!

-J.