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The Mass Blues

Yesterday we had an interesting (not so good) experience at Mass. When we walked into the pew a little, older lady glared at us. I thought I was imagining it. After all, we go to Mass in the first place so we can be holier, loving, Christ-like people right?

Well anyway we were having our usual experience with C. She was being a little louder then she should be and I was holding her a lot and shushing her a little more.  But I dislike sitting in the “cry-room” she tends to behave worse if we are in there and I feel disengaged. So the cry room is usually the last resort.

Here is a short play by play of me and C’s conversation:

C (reading a book): I see monkey, hee hee hee. Elephant wearing blue shirt.

Me: Please read a little quieter

C: Man up there wearing green shirt (pointing to the priest)

Me: We have to be quiet so we can listen to what he is saying.

C: Priest saying?

Me: The priest is saying prayers.

C (Loudly): “Now I lay me down to sleep, pray da Lord soul keep. If I die before wake pray the Lord soul to keep”, Cargine say prayers. Cargine help people.

(I will add that in the last 3 minutes of Mass she did throw a tantrum, try to stick the hymnal down my shirt then shout “no more church”)

So while C was being a little louder than she should have been, she was being mostly sweet and was fairly engaged with what was happening. She was singing during all the songs and reciting her prayers (perhaps at the wrong times), but for the most part I was very pleased with her participation.

Mean while here is what the older lady next to us was saying to the woman next to her:

Lady (clearing throat and glaring our way): It’s really hard to hear the priest

Lady: Parents these days just don’t know how to raise kids any more

Lady(once again glaring our way): Can you believe how spoiled rotten kids are these days. Their parents let them do whatever they want

Lady (clearing throat again): I still  can’t hear what the priest is saying

And so on.

Maybe its just me, but I get extremely frustrated when people act like this… To be honest in C’s life time I have a lot more people compliment her on how well-behaved she was, then I have had tell me has been acting  like a “brat”.

Unfortunately its the rude people who tend to stick in my mind and really get to me.

I will say that despite this woman’s comments I will continue to encourage C to say her prayers, even if it’s a little too loudly in the middle of Mass.

Thin Places and Moments

A book I am reading, started talking about something that interested me, called a thin place. A “thin place” is traditionally a belief held by Celtic Christians. In short, a it is a place somewhere in the world where a person is closer to God then he or she ordinarily is. It is a special place where a person can truly feel God’s presence. This group of Celtic Christians believe that at any given time a person is usually 3 feet away from God, but when in a thin place a person is even closer!

The idea is intriguing to me, and to some extent I have found it to be true (although I may not believe the 3 ft rule). There are places that I have been, that I have found myself feeling closer to God than usual. Mostly my experience has been somewhere in nature like on a hike (only been on like 2 in my whole life) or at the beach.

My thought is that, more than “thin places” I have had “thin moments”. I will say I am not sure if there is any specific Celtic Christian teaching on thin moments though, but maybe there is! I think a thin moment is a time in your life when you can feel God there and you may not know why.  Here are some of my “thin moments”:

  • When C was born 🙂
  • When I got married (and at weddings in general)
  • My oddest “thin moment” took place at the strangest of places, in my rehab science cadaver lab. I walked in and immediately had to step back out of the room to hold back my tears. It was hard to wrap my mind around a room full of people who had died and the whole idea of a cadaver lab felt extremely disrespectful to me (It still kind of does). I finally pulled it together and entered the room. We thankfully had to do no dissecting, we were just observing. I stared down at a human brain and my professor came over and started pointing out all the different parts of the brain and what they do. At that point I couldn’t keep it together anymore. I was just amazed at the intricacy that was the human person. My only thought was that God has to be real, this proves it! No one in the entire world could make something so amazing that actually works as well as the body does. The age old conflict between Religion and Science should disappear and the reason is simple: God can be seen through science, it can’t be denied (at least thats how I see it).

I realized I have been taught about thin moments my whole life. Back in kindergarden a teacher once told me a secret. And I’ll let you in on it too.

“When you get goosebumps and your not cold and you look around and you can’t see any wind and nothing tickled you, God is right next to you giving you a hug”.

Guess what? I have believed it ever since. Whenever I notice  I get goosebumps for no reason, it always makes me smile.

Getting Ready for Valentine’s Day!

St. Valentine’s Feast Day is coming up!  In the past I never loved the holiday, but I seem to have found some new appreciation for it. It celebrates a saint, love for friends and family and kids get to give out adorable valentines to all their friends at school. Here are a couple of ideas to celebrate:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prayer in Honor of St. Valentine:

Grant, we beseech Thee, almighty God: that we, who celebrate the

heavenly birthday of blessed Valentine, Thy Martyr, may, through his

intercession, be strengthened in the love of Thy name. Through our Lord.

-1962 Roman Catholic Daily Missal

Valentine’s Day Cookie Recipe:

This is my grandma’s butter cookie recipe. It’s simple, not too sweet, just perfect for this kind of cookie!

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 level cup flour
  • 1/2 cup butter
  • 3/4 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 egg yolk
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp vanilla

1. Place all ingredients in mixing bowl and mix until a putt-like consistency is obtained.

2. Refrigerate for a couple of hours.

3. Roll dough out and cut with cookie cutters

4. Bake 8-10 minutes at 350 degrees, until edges are brown

5. Cool, then frost if desired. I used this recipe for icing!


No Ouchies for Jesus

At Mass yesterday night, during the consecration, I was walking around in the back of the Church with a whiny toddler. I was frustrated and helplessly trying to explain to her in simple words what exactly was happening at the alter.

She cut me off mid sentence, looking up  and pointing at the crucifix and said “who’s dat”?

I quietly told her that it was Jesus up on the cross.

She smiled and teasingly said, “no mama, baby Jesus over there” pointing to the nativity scene directly behind us.

She then looked back up to the crucifix and said, “mama, no baby Jesus, dat ouchie boy”.

I smiled and told her that the baby in the nativity was baby Jesus when he was little, then he grew up to be a big Jesus like the one on the cross. Then as simply as I could explain to a 2 year old, I told her that big Jesus got an ouchie up on the cross to help us be good people and go to heaven. She looked at me puzzled for a minute…

I thought that I had obviously done a terrible job at explaining this extremely complex topic.

Then at the top of her lungs she yelled, “No Jesus ouchie! ‘Cargine’ alright!” Then she more calmly stated, “Cargine fix Jesus, Jesus all better”.  (Note: “Cargine” is what she calls herself)

The usher turned around and smiled at me and understood exactly what had just taken place. – A 2 year old understood perfectly who Jesus is and what he did, perhaps better than me.

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