Friday, January 24, 2014

DeSales on setting Sail

"Have Jesus always for your patron, 
His Cross for a mast 
on which you must spread your resolutions as a sail. 
Your anchor shall be 
a profound confidence in Him, 
and you shall sail prosperously.” 
 St. Francis de Sales

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Dear Andrew Cuomo

"Dear Mr. Coumo, while you have sadly fallen into some arrogant and bigoted ideas, we welcome you to join us in the March for Life today.

This will not help you gain votes, but the vast numbers of people marching in below freezing temps may just help to remind you that heart of this country beats the strongest among the people of God,

God bless you, we are praying for you,

Real Value

“All life has inestimable value 
even the weakest and most vulnerable, 
the sick, the old, the unborn and the poor, 
are masterpieces of God’s creation, 
made in his own image, 
destined to live forever, 
and deserving 
of the utmost reverence 
and respect.”
Pope Francis -7/28/13

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

So In Love

"Let your religion 
be less of a theory 
and more of a  
love affair.
 G.K. Chesterton

Saturday, January 18, 2014


"Some are blessed 
with the knowledge 
that the 
Sacrament of Reconciliation 
is a gift, 
just as they are blessed 
to know 
that their penance 
is also a 
great gift "

Monday, January 13, 2014

Let the Little Children Lead

I was lucky enough to be introduced to this lil' saint my last trip to Italy, back in '07.
May my prayers be as innocent and true and bold as those of this lovely child.

"Dear Jesus the Crucified I love You so much I love You so I want to stay with You on the Calvary and I suffer with joy because I know I'm on the Calvary.  Dear Jesus. I thank You for having sent me this illness because it is a means to get to Paradise.  Dear Jesus tell God the Father that I love Him, too. Dear Jesus I want to be Your lamp and Your lily dear Jesus.  Dear Jesus give me the strength to bear this pain I offer You for the sinners.  Dear Jesus tell the Holy Spirit to enlighten me with love and fill me with Its seven gifts.  Dear Jesus tell sweet Virgin Mary that I love Her so much and I want to stay with Her on the Calvary because I want to be Your victim of love dear Jesus.  Dear Jesus I entrust my father confessor to You and grant him every necessary favour.  Dear Jesus I entrust my parents and my sister Margherita to You.  Dear Jesus
Greetings and kisses Antonietta of Jesus"
The Venerable Antonietta Meo (December 15, 1930 – July 3, 1937)

 Nennolina pray for us!


Saturday, January 11, 2014

ER visits, Faux Heart Attacks, and the Return of the Musical Monk

I was talking with a customer the other day, and started to feel both a bit flushed and dizzy. I also noticed a lil' tightness I had been feeling in my upper chest had started to intensify as it centered over my heart. It started to feel as if a large weight was pushing on my chest.

As usual for my type of stupidity, I continued to work through the day, and instead of hospital, I ended up at home with the hope the pressure would subside after laying down a bit. . . it didn't, so I went down to Frederick Memorial and was soon hooked up to all kinds of fun machines (by one of the nicest and most professional staffs I have ever encountered).

Thankfully, all of the tests came back negative, and it seems the heart attack will have to wait until I get the bill (O:

Why am I babbling about this if it was nothing but a lil' damaged muscle?

See, pretty much since leaving NoBe I have had a fairly constant ending to my bedtime prayer
"Please Lord, let me not wake in the morning"

Being now 50, with ALS and no real future other than a wheel chair and assisted living, I have fallen into a very private hell of self pitty, and worse. I know that our Lord loves me, but the knowledge that I will die without a human loving me is a very hard thing to live with . . . granted, I have the full knowledge there is little about me to like, let alone love.

My illness and the death sentence that comes with it, is kinda like knowing there is some maniacal killer out there coming for you, and you have no way to stop him, and no knowledge of when he'll arrive . . . so the stress of waiting starts you trying to find him and get it over with. Mind you, not suicidal, but just oh so ready to leave this place where I never really belonged anyway.

wah, wah, wah, poor lil' me

Like you imaginary reader, God had thankfully had enough, and decided to give me a taste of what I thought I wanted, as me thinks it was his hand pushing on my heart.

He wasn't trying to stop it, but trying to remind me that it was there and that it was His.

I was not put here to be a Father or a Husband

I was not put here to be successful or rich

I was not even put here to be loved

I WAS put here TO love, to show His love, to share His love!
and until I got sick and so full of pride (which self pity really is) I was actually pretty good at that (by His grace).

While I take comfort that many old testament prophets also asked God to take their life, I take greater comfort that He always said "No!" and had them go on to do great things for Him, and for love of Him.

Dear God please forgive me for ever forgetting the so great gift of my life, and my life with the knowledge of You - for that is a gift so many will go to their graves without (but I pray that You use me to decrease that number a bit).

I am not here to be loved, I am here to love, and I better get back to work!