Icon Sancta

  I could write about what happened to me in confession this weekend, or about the Mass that included the new Eucharistic Minister’s children hugging her legs while she distributed the precious Blood of Jesus…or about the priest who left the ambo to interact with the congregation which included all manner of distractions.. or the music minister receiving communion while he was singing, but I’d rather just not talk much anymore. I’d rather pray and leave you with Sister Irene and her beautiful Icons.     You know our culture, church and world are in a free fall. Pray, fast, submerge yourself in the sacraments and the Holy Scriptures. We must keep our eyes fixed on on the Lord so that as we are “tossed about by the...

A Time of Visitation

A Time of Visitation

    Besides you know the time has come; the moment is here for you to stop sleeping and wake up, because by now our salvation is nearer than when we first began to believe. –Romans 13:11   Maybe it’s the season for angels. I don’t know. I usually don’t have time to stop in the hospital chapel after my visits, but today was different. Today I sensed something in my spirit, something palpable, but hard to put in words; that still small voice gnawing at my soul, vying for my my attention, which for several hours had been preoccupied with the stories of God’s dear people. They, who are worn down with the afflictions of physical suffering are many times over my greatest teachers. But today, I somehow knew I was not to pass...

Shaking Things Up

Shaking Things Up

  I’ve been mulling over some concerns in this most interesting time of Holy Mother Church and yesterday I sought direction from one of my Benedictine mentors. Here’s what I wrote him:   Since the election of Pope Francis I’m trying to stabilize myself amid the various voices in the church interpreting the direction of the Holy Father… It’s just an uncomfortable time, because I found Pope Benedict to be so clear and concise in his writings — (Pope John Paul II as well.) Today my pastor (a Jesuit himself ) gave an interesting sermon which finally enabled me to formulate the question churning in my mind and heart. Using Pope Damasus I and his constant political and religious struggles as his background, he said it’s important to interpret the times...

Why then, are we afraid?

Why then, are we afraid?

  It hardly seems worth the effort to post these days; what with the upheaval from the new health care bill to the atheist interviews with Pope Francis…I’d like to find a Cistercian Abbey somewhere and retire in silence. Only, it’s almost December and time to cook the ravioli. My sister would hunt me down. I caught a glimpse of the title of my blog this morning when I put it in the search engine on my iPhone and was reminded why I started this in the first place. It was this bit from the book How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization Thomas E  Woods, that inspired me three years back,   “In the 16th Century The Bell of the Wanderer was a special bell that rang every night to call to the wandering traveler or anyone overcome by...

Stage by Stage, What a Journey It’s Been

Stage by Stage, What a Journey It’s Been

  In my younger years, I used to think it was one of the more tedious books of the Old Testament…the Book of Numbers that is. Parts of this fourth book– the interval before the Israelites enter the Promised Land– can literally put you to sleep; like the chapters on the census of Israel numbering the men of war from the first generation of those who left Egypt, or the list of tribes and leaders by armies.   The longer I live and journey in the faith however, the more I’ve grown to appreciate it. You don’t get very far into the book before you see that this census and triumphal march turns disastrous. That first generation had some serious issues. At the root of them, was that they simply didn’t trust God nor did they...