Don’t lose your praise

Whatever is happening in your life … whatever the enemy is trying to do to you.. Make sure you don’t lose your praise.   We’re still standing.. +PAX

All Rise

It’s been a good and healing thing to look back through music at the many years the Lord guided me as a young Christian. He’s not finished yet. And here I am still Catholic with all my heart and soul. Revisiting the joy of my years as Protestant not only didn’t pull me away from my Catholic faith, it inspired my frail human heart to once again try and grasp how deep, how high, how wide is the Lord’s love for me, for us. Most of the challenges to growth in my Christian life are all about facing fears. It’s how I know the healing music tour is of the Holy Spirit. God is not a permissive parent as many today might have us believe. If you expose yourself regularly to His word in prayer– He convicts, He cuts, but sends the immediate...

Not afraid

Next on the healing music tour…a choir that can lift any darkness that attempts to rob you of your peace: The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. My boys and I … wore this tape out back in the day when they were afraid of shadows in the night and…I was too. Like old friends somewhat forgotten, these songs just keep coming up out of my spirit. You know, they say the enemy has to flee in the midst of praise. Remember? It was from the depths of the inner prison, with their feet fastened in stocks, that Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God while the other prisoners listened. Then suddenly, there was a great earthquake and the foundations of the prison were shaken.   And immediately all the doors were opened and everyone’s fetters...

Faithful footprints

Continuing on the healing journey of music from my days as a young Christian wife and mother: While some at the synod in Rome are on an apparent mission to distort, or at the very least challenge true Catholic teaching, there are many individuals from every vocation and call of life determined to walk the narrow road. Surrounded by the great cloud of witnesses who have gone before us, we desire to leave behind a faithful footprint for our physical and spiritual children. With so many witnesses in a great cloud all around us, we too then should throw off everything that wears us down and the sin that clings so closely, and with perseverance keep running the race which lies ahead of us. —Hebrews 12:1   As Catholics, our heritage is rich with the lives of...

I want to hear your voice

If you’d like, I’ll take you with me on my healing journey as it’s unfolding. Sometimes, many times…words can no longer suffice when we are suffering through trials and tribulations. Maybe you’re in a place like me where you wonder if any of the work you’ve done for the Lord over the years, most especially for your family, will ever see fruit this side of Heaven. Maybe it looks like the enemy is winning and you’re wondering if the narrow road was- is- worth the price. Do you never think that? No? You’re a better pilgrim than me. I used to try to be strong for the Lord. Imagine that? Ah, but now and then, the suffering becomes so intense, I have no choice but to face my true self and turn to the Lord, completely...

Either Christ or nothing

Either Christ or nothing

St John Leonardi What St John preached: Christ first of all Either Christ or nothing This John insisted, was the only way the church could survive. Somebody send that message to the synod fathers in Rome. Fast. +PAX

Twisted fingers, twisted theology

Twisted fingers, twisted theology

  I just finished a book I almost sent my daughter-in-law. It was a great story, a woman’s wonderful testimony about her road to recovery from bulimia, alcoholism, drug addiction and finding faith despite a life given over to much self destruction. From her excellent writing and fearless transparency I thought it would be a less threatening means of sharing Jesus with my DIL; a kind of new evangelization tool. It’s a # 1 New York Times bestseller, and  the author speaks at Christian women’s conferences around the country. Two thirds of the way through her essays I found another–yet another– example of that awful cancer– modernist heresy– which apparently has not only metastasized itself to the belly of the Catholic...

Good riddance

Good riddance

Worship of the Golden Calf, Frans Francken the Younger, 17th Century It’s the eve of the synod in Rome. I’ve got a ton of other life issues to be concerned with, but nevertheless it’s haunting, a looming threat just thinking about what might transpire there.  And you know why? Because what has been happening in Rome and beyond, all the twisted reports of what the pope really said or didn’t: he accepted the Marxist cross, but didn’t mean to, (oops, yes he did), he met with Kim Davis, but it wasn’t intentional, met with a same sex “family”,  (oh yes, that was planned), all this is affecting my silly, little, tired Catholic life. It’s affecting it because the enemy is prowling like a lion ready to destroy my...