Picked From The Fields-An Advent Story (Week 3)

 

    As the shepherds neared Bethlehem, the star became even brighter.  Levi looked around and couldn't believe there were no crowds of people traveling to see the Messiah. Where was everyone?  Did they misunderstand the angels? Were they too late?  Despite these doubts, the shepherds were determined to find the newborn King. They stopped outside the town to discuss their next move.

 "Dad, Dad! Look over there. I can see a cave; the star is right over it!" Nathan announced.

 "Nathan, I do not think the Messiah would be born in a cave," Levi answered.

 "Dad, the angel said, 'And this will be the sign you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.' I believe it, Dad. We have to go over there!" Nathan's voice was filled with conviction, his belief in the angel's message unwavering. 

 Levi returned his attention to the other shepherds until he heard Abigail scream, "Nathan, come back here!" Nathan ran as fast as his legs would carry him towards the cave. Levi took off after his son, with Abigail close behind.  It was unlike Nathan to disobey. Levi and Abigail caught up to Nathan just outside the cave's entrance.

 Levi grabbed hold of Nathan's arm and pulled Nathan to a stop. "Dad, he's in there.  I can feel him."  Levi was too out of breath to respond.  He was about to lose his anger when a man emerged from the cave.

 "Hello, can I help you?" the man asked with concern.  "We were given permission to stay here.  I spoke with the owner myself."

 Nathan shouted, "We are here to see the Messiah!  The angels said he would be lying in a manger.  And the star is right over us, and," Nathan paused for a moment, "Is he here?  Do you know where he is?"

 The man looked relieved and said, "Please give me a minute to answer you."  He returned inside for a few minutes and then reappeared. "My name is Joseph.  My wife and son are inside. Jesus was just born tonight. My wife, Mary, said I should invite you in. Please come inside."

 With her warm and welcoming smile, Mary knelt next to the manger, her gentle presence filling the cave with a sense of peace and comfort.

 Nathan's eyes lit up as he quietly announced, "It's him!  The baby the angels told us about!" His voice was filled with awe and reverence, acknowledging the Divine Presence before him.

 Mary smiled at Nathan and reached out her arm to pull him closer.  "Tell me, Nathan, do angels talk to you often?"

 "No.  This was the first time!  It was exciting and scary at the same time.  I remember everything they said.  There were lots of them.  And they sang, 'Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.' My Mom and Dad heard them, too!  So did the other shepherds. We all came right away."  Nathan stopped to look at the baby lying in the manger.  "He looks like a regular baby, but I feel different around him.  I feel warm inside, and my heart feels like it's growing inside me."  Nathan looked at Mary to see if she understood.

 "Nathan, if an angel has revealed a message from the Lord, I would follow their instructions, too. Trusting the Lord and his desires shows great faith on your part. The Lord must find you very pleasing."

 "I didn't even know the Lord knew who I was.  I'm not very smart.  I don't get to the synagogue very much."

 Abigail and Levi's faces were flushed with shame.  "We should probably try to go more often," Levi said.

 "We are honored to share Jesus with you.  Nathan, would you like to join me in prayer?"  Mary cradled baby Jesus in her arms and sat close to Nathan.

 Nathan nervously looked at his parents and then at Mary holding Jesus.  "I don't really know very many prayers," Nathan admitted.

 Mary smiled at Nathan and said, "I would happily teach you one." Nathan beamed as he listened to Mary praise God. Mary encouraged him to repeat her words as she prayed. Abigail and Levi listened closely, too. This young woman was remarkable. They had never heard someone pray so openly and honestly. They could feel God's love. 

  As they continued to pray, Abigail could hear the other shepherds fall to their knees behind her. Together, they prayed as one. This moment was more glorious than the angels singing.  Imagine being picked out of the fields to pray with the newborn Messiah and his mother. They were nobody, but they were the most blessed on earth at this moment!

-Susan

Picked From The Fields-An Advent Story (Week 2)

 

  Levi and Abigail stood in awe, their hearts racing, trying to comprehend the extraordinary event unfolding.  Angels singing?  The Messiah has been born?  It couldn't be a figment of their imagination. Such sights and sounds were not of this earth. They not only saw and heard the angels, but they also felt their words.  The angelic words were warm, soft, and filled with wonder. They felt the angel's love flowing into their bodies, a powerful and beautiful sensation.

 "Come on, let's go!" shouted Nathan.

 Abigail and Levi looked at their son and then at one another.  "Go where?" asked Levi.

 "The angels said we must go to Bethlehem and find this baby!" Nathan's excitement was palpable, and his youthful energy radiated as he jumped up and down, waiting for his parents' feet to move.

 Abigail smiled at her son and said, "Yes!  We must go! God has sent angels to invite us! Blessed be God Most High, who would look at his lowly servants and bless us with a heavenly message."

 "Quickly help me get the sheep secured." Levi directed. It almost took no effort to get the sheep back into their pen. Levi could hear the other shepherds doing the same. The men were shouting his name as he closed the gate.

 "Levi, you saw it too, right?  The angels in the sky singing about the Messiah!" asked the shepherds.  "That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen!" 

 Levi ran over to them and declared, "Yes!  We saw it, too! We have to go find this baby!  The Messiah has finally come! The prayers of our ancestors have been answered! We must leave immediately!" His voice was filled with determination and urgency.

 The small group of shepherds, Abigail and Nathan, began walking quickly toward Bethlehem, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation. The shepherds tried remembering what they had learned about the coming Messiah in their youth.  Since they were not the most learned, they concluded that the angels must be telling everyone and they could learn more from those willing to speak to them.

 Abigail knew not to interfere with the men's conversation.  She heard bits and pieces but focused her attention on Nathan's questions.  She had never seen Nathan so excited.  It was heartwarming to see things from Nathan's innocent and excited perspective. He had only been to Bethlehem a few times.  He did not understand the ways of the world.  It never even crossed his mind that shepherds were looked down on by others. She was worried he would experience the unfriendly stares she had become accustomed to receiving.  Abigail knew her place.  She would stand in the back or the outskirts.  She imagined that just being near the Messiah and his royal family would be more than she ever deserved.

 Nathan had remembered every word the angels had spoken, and he did his very best to sing their hymn of praise. "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests." Abigail smiled as he sang.  What a glorious night! And the best part was about to come!

 "Dad, are we almost there?" yelled Nathan.

 "We are very close to Bethlehem.  Do you see how bright that star is over there?" Levi pointed with his hand. "We think that's where we will find the newborn Messiah! I'm sure there will be crowds of people, so I need you to stay very close to your mother and me."

 "I will, Dad!  I'm so excited!" answered Nathan.

(to be continued....)

-Susan

 

Picked From The Fields - An Advent Story (Week 1)

 

  It was a typical evening in the Judean countryside. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields. Abigail was busy preparing a meager dinner for her family. "Nathan, please fetch my basket," Abigail called out to her young son, Nathan. Nathan found the basket in its usual spot in the corner. He shook out the crumbs from the previous night and then handed the basket to his mother. "The sun is setting, and your father will bring the herd in for the night. We need to hurry. He will be hungry."

 "Can I stay all night with Dad tonight?  I could help him watch the sheep."

  Abigail picked up the basket, headed for the door, and signaled Nathan to follow. “You must discuss that with your father when we see him. Let him eat first. Don't bother him with requests until he has rested and eaten something."

  Nathan smiled. As far as he was concerned, that was one step closer to a "yes."

   Abigail and Nathan placed the blanket at the edge of the field and waited for Levi to return with the flock. They waited for a long time. The sun had set, and darkness slowly spread across the fields.

"When is he going to get here?  I'm hungry.  Can't we just eat without him?" begged Nathan.

  "No, Nathan. We will wait for your father. He must be having trouble with the flock."

"Do you think he was attacked by wolves?"

 Abigail shot Nathan an obvious sign of dismay. "Nathan, please, you are not making this wait easier with such thoughts.  Why don't you study the stars like your father has taught you?  One day, you may arrive back late with the sheep, too.  You will need to know the path home."  As Nathan chatted about the stars, Abigail nervously bit her lip, hoping everything was okay.  She noticed none of the other men were back yet, either.  Something was definitely wrong.

 More time passed, and Abigail tried hard to remember the prayers her mother had taught her. Nathan rested his head on her lap, and the two began to doze off.  Suddenly, Nathan sat up.  "I can hear them! Mom. I hear the sheep!"

 Abigail looked out towards the dark hills, straining to hear as well.  "Oh, I think you are right, Nathan!  Come on, let's go meet them."  Abigail and Nathan quickly rose to their feet and headed toward the first hill. Abigail was surprised they could see the path so clearly.  The stars seemed to be incredibly bright tonight.

  Nathan began running and calling out his name when he saw his father. Levi looked tired, but his face lit up as his son ran towards him.  "Dad, we were waiting for you!  Mom was worried, but I knew you would be alright."  Levi smiled and wrapped his arms around his son.  It had been a difficult day herding the sheep, but everything seemed better now.

  Breathless, Abigail joined the embrace. "You're very late!" she scolded, wrapping her arms tight around her husband.

  "I'm sorry.  It couldn't be helped.  We almost lost a few today," Levi answered, "I hope you brought food with you.  I'm starving."

  As Abigail looked up to smile at Levi, she noticed an incredible light in the sky.  Levi followed his wife's gaze.  "What in the world is that?

  The light became more brilliant.  The entire hill was lit up.  Levi could see the other shepherds returning with their flocks as if it were day.  Both scared and excited, they all walked forward toward the light. A heavenly figure appeared out of the light, saying, "Do not be afraid, for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.  For today, in the city of David, a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord.  And this will be the sign you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger." Then the sky was filled with heavenly angels singing, "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests."

  No one said a word while the angels praised God.  Their voices were beautiful and powerful simultaneously, and no one felt the chill of the night air.  The sight was spectacular! Abigail wondered if they were in the heavens or still on earth as her heart seemed to soar upwards toward the light.  And then, as quickly as the light appeared, they were gone, but their heavenly voices would be an everlasting memory.
(To be continued...)
-Susan  
 

Jesus Is My King!

 

  I was never one of those girls who thought they were a princess.  I am more of the let's roll your sleeves up and get to work kind of a girl.  Most days, I feel like a servant caring for everyone else's needs.  It's not glamorous, but it is the place I am called to be.  It is where I find my heart.

 My heart belongs to a King who sees everything differently. He searches for the lost, blesses the meek, heals the brokenhearted, and opens eyes and ears to the truth.  This King demands mercy and forgiveness of all his followers. And He shows us what true love really is.

 My King is not a part of a fairy tale, but there will be a happily ever after for all who choose His Kingdom.  My King calls me, and He is calling you. Let us spend each day running full speed towards his Kingdom.  The good news is that he is looking for a princess. He wants servants!

-Susan

Conflict Resolution

 Conflict. We all experience it. Whether in our families, at work, our small communities, our own countries, or the world. Conflict is almost as old as peace, but there was peace first.  In the beginning, there was peace among all of God’s creatures. But one apple, one bite, one snake changed everything. 

 So, how do we restore that peace?  God still desires that we live in harmony.  The Ten Commandments could be viewed as an anti-conflict ten-step resolution program to live peacefully with one another.  There is a room in every Catholic Church where Jesus calls us to deeply consider embracing the program. He knows there will be setbacks, but He will give us the grace to succeed. 

 God has been dreaming of peace on this earth for a long time.  Let’s do our best to commit ourselves to this ten-step program and see if we can make God's dream a reality. Imagine being part of the team that makes God’s dream come true. Wouldn’t that be the best birthday present we could give the newborn King?  Advent is coming, are we ready to change?

-Susan

SPOILER ALERT: CHANGE IS COMING

 

 I love all the beautiful colors of Fall.  Fall is a season of change, with the days growing shorter, the weather turning cooler, and the trees becoming magnificent!  And it's no coincidence that Fall comes just before Advent.  It's as if the earth itself is preparing everyone for a season of transformation.

 In a few short weeks, Advent will begin, and the gospels will call us to prepare our hearts for Jesus. John the Baptist will ask us to make definite changes in our lives. John isn't interested in decorating, so our lives look good. John encourages us to become good. We must become God's holy people, prepared to encounter the Messiah.

 Change can be challenging. We need to take some quiet time to discuss this with Jesus. If we start this conversation now, we will have time to consider how we should adjust our lives. We also need to train our ears to hear Jesus' voice over the jingle bells of the season. 

 Change isn't a passing thought but a commitment that demands real effort.  It may not always be easy, but becoming the child of God you were created to be will be so beautiful!  Go ahead and prepare to become beautiful. Embrace this change.  It was who you were always meant to be.

-Susan

  

HELP WANTED

 

 George saw the Help Wanted sign in the window.  He wasn’t really familiar with this building. He looked at the company’s name above the window: United Savings.  George had never heard of the company, but he needed a job. George slowly opened the door and timidly looked around. He saw a causally dressed man standing behind a large reception desk.

  “ Can I help you?” The man asked pleasantly. 

  “I noticed the sign in the window and wondered what kind of help you were looking for?” George replied. 

  The man smiled, “We are very short-handed and can use all the help we can get.”

  “What are the qualifications for the job?” inquired George. 

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. You are definitely qualified.  Can you start right away?”

  “I guess, but what exactly would I be doing?” George inquired. 

  “Let’s begin here,” the man said, handing George a piece of paper with three names on it. 

  George read the names but was very confused. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

  “Start praying for them right away.” 

  “I don’t even know these people. What’s wrong with them?” George asked. 

  The man answered, “It doesn’t matter if you know them. Believe me, they really need your prayers.  They left this world yesterday, and no one is praying for them.”

  George was baffled. “They left this world? Are you saying they died?”

  “Yes, that is exactly what I meant.  Please, they are in the process of purification, and prayers help them immensely.”

  George scowled, “ I was looking for a real job. Something that would pay.”

  “Sir, believe me when I say this is one of the most valuable jobs you could perform.  The benefits are priceless!  These souls will be grateful to you for all eternity.   This will also add incredible value to your resume when you leave this world!  Please, we really need your help.”

  Just then, a mighty wind blew the door open. George turned to see what was happening.  It felt as if the wind blew right through him.   George looked at the list and suddenly had a desire to pray. George looked at the man and said, “I’ll get right on this. Does it matter where I pray or what prayer I say?”

  “You can pray wherever you like. Just invoke God’s mercy for these souls.”

  “I will!  And thank you for giving me a sign.“

-Susan

Happy All Saints Day!

 

 

 Being a part of our large, loving family is a blessing I cherish! We are fortunate that God's saintly children intercede for us and guide our lives. God's love surrounds us, not just in the inspiring people we meet on earth but also in the inspiring souls from all times and places! Today, let's revel in the joy of conversing and celebrating with our heavenly family. May their stories light our path to heaven and highlight the joy of being home with the Father.

-Susan

Walking With Mary (Part 4)

 

  

  The crowd slowly walked down the mountain as they headed back toward Jerusalem.  They began to discuss Jesus' words, "You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, through Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth."

 They were filled with questions and speculations, their minds swirling in uncertainty.  Is Jesus truly gone?  Will He not return to establish His Kingdom? How can we, mere men, accomplish this monumental task?  Peter was bombarded with these questions, but he had no answers. His head was spinning when he noticed Mary walking behind him.  She seemed completely at peace. How could she be so calm? Her beloved son had just left her. Perhaps Jesus had shared something with her to bring her such tranquility.

 "Mary, do you know what we are to do next?" Peter asked.

 Mary smiled, "Jesus told us He was sending us the Holy Spirit, and then we will begin."

 "Begin what, exactly?"

 "We will continue what Jesus has begun.  We will spread the word about Jesus and the love of the Father," Mary declared with unwavering determination. "But we must first prepare ourselves for this sacred task."

 "How does anyone prepare for such an enormous task?"

 "Peter, we will pray for the arrival of the Holy Spirit," Mary reassured him, her voice filled with faith and confidence in the power of prayer.

 "How will we know when the Holy Spirit has come upon us?"

 Mary smiled, "Trust me, Peter, you will know. Pray, Peter.  Invite the Holy Spirit to come and rest within you.  Do not waste any time, Peter.  Begin praying now. Pray without ceasing. Prepare for the mission.  The Lord is counting on you."

 -Susan

Walking With Mary (Part 3)

 

    The shouting of the crowd gathered before Pilate was deafening. "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"  John watched the crowd and kept Mary protected.  It was unsafe here, but he couldn't convince Mary to leave.  Her face, a canvas of distress and tears, searched for Jesus while her lips moved with prayers only God could hear.

  Suddenly, the crowd cheered with delight. Pilate was handing Jesus over to be crucified. John ushered Mary and the other woman away from this maddening crowd. John feared for all their lives. None of this was making any sense.  How could this be happening? John led the group to a deserted side street.

  Mary's grip on John's arm tightened, her voice quivering with determination, "John, I can't leave Him.  I have to be there for Him." John saw the depth of her sorrow in her eyes.  Her plea was filled with a desperate need,  and John met her gaze. "Please, John, help me get near him."

  "Mary, it really isn't safe for you to be in that crowd." It wasn't safe, but John, like Mary, would not desert Jesus. Suddenly, an idea came to John.  "Mary, follow me.  I will do my best to get you near Jesus before he gets to Golgotha."

  Mary nodded.  John led them down a few side streets and around a building.  As Mary rounded the building, she saw Him, her precious son, carrying His own cross.  His face was almost unrecognizable.  Blood was everywhere!  What was on His head?  Are those thorns?  "Heavenly Father, please aid Him in this suffering."

  Jesus was put a few steps away when he collapsed under the weight of the cross.  He fell down hard.  Instinctively, Mary lunged forward to be at his side.  Jesus lifted up His head to meet Mary's gaze.  No audible words were spoken, but their hearts joined in prayer to the Father. Then, suddenly, the soldiers were pushing Mary away and forcing Jesus to get up.

  John grabbed Mary as she was pushed into the crowd. He pulled her to safety as Jesus struggled to stand again. Mary looked into John's eyes and murmured, "He's in so much pain.  So much pain." 

  Mary allowed John to lead her out of the screaming mobs of people.  Her head was spinning, and an overwhelming nausea engulfed her.  Mary knew her legs were moving, but she could not feel them.  Every prayer she uttered to the Father was in obedience to His Will, but it broke her heart as they were said. Her precious, beautiful son had been beaten badly, and what was to come next would be even worse.

  Her words physically hurt her as she said, "John, I need to be there. I need to be at Golgotha."

-Susan

Walking With Mary (Paert 2)

  

  Mary walked alongside the rest of the group as they returned to Nazareth. Most of the women enjoyed each other's small talk and company, but Mary was content to remain quiet. Her thoughts were on special moments she shared with God during Passover. Mary loved Passover.  Each year, she prayed for God to open her mind to God's love for His people. "My God, I could never tire of contemplating your love."  Her mind was so far from the voices of the others that she did not even hear Joseph's voice as he approached.

  Joseph was all too familiar with Mary's smile as he approached. She did not ignore his voice but focused entirely on her silent conversation with God. Joseph gently touched Mary's arm as he asked, "Mary, where is Jesus?"

  Joseph's soft touch gently brought her back to the world's reality. "Hello, Joseph. I thought Jesus was walking with you and the men. When did you see him last?"

  "Mary, I thought he was with you and the woman.  Some of the other boys were looking for him."

  Mary's eyes grew wide with worry. "Joseph, we have traveled all day, and he wasn't with either of us?"

  "Mary, I'm sure he is somewhere in the group. Let's look for him together." Joseph and Mary grew more worried as each moment passed, and no one had seen Jesus since leaving Jerusalem.

  "Joseph, he is not here. What could have happened?  He knew we were leaving for home.  He helped us pack up."  The silence grew heavy as Mary and Joseph each imagined the worst. "Joseph, we have to go back!  We have to find him!"

  As they gathered their belongings, the others pleaded to wait until morning.  It was too dangerous to be alone on the road in the dark. Joseph understood the danger but could not escape the thought that Jesus was in danger.  He had promised God, and he had promised Mary that he would protect them.  He felt as if he had failed everyone. Joseph's head was spinning, and his stomach was nauseous as they began the trip back to Jerusalem.  

  He and Mary walked quickly without a word. Both were praying and pleading that Jesus was somewhere safe. Both were struggling with imagined horrible fears of what Jesus may be experiencing. A group of loud men were coming closer to them.  Joseph could tell they had been drinking, and he pulled Mary close. The men made rude comments as they passed, but that was all.

  "Joseph, do you think Simeon's prophecy is coming true?  We never knew how things were to occur.  Will we not be around him as he grows?"

  "I am as frightened as you, Mary.  I keep asking myself how this could have happened.  He has never wandered from us.  Did someone snatch him?'

  "Joesph, there is nothing for us to do but trust and pray to the Lord. We found ourselves on a dark path when we fled to Egypt.  It was difficult, but the Lord guided us."

  "Mary, I have been praying but have not received any answers.  Forgive me, Mary.  I have failed you and God.  I am afraid His silence is all my fault."

 Mary stopped walking and forced Josesh to turn and look at her.  "Joseph, do not stop trusting God. He has been silent with me as well.  I don't know why our prayers have not been answered yet. Let's pray together, 'Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy."

  For three days, they prayed without ceasing. They barely slept or ate as they searched for Jesus. And then, on the third day, their prayers were answered.    

-Susan

Walking With Mary (Part 1)

   October is known as the month of Mary and the Holy Rosary. As I have previously confessed, the Rosary is my favorite prayer. This month, I would like to write a series of short fictional stories based on the mysteries of the Holy Rosary. The series will be entitled "Walking With Mary."

 As Mary lay her head to sleep, she allowed the day's events to play again in her heart and mind. So many times, I have prayed in the temple for the Messiah to come, and today, I carried the Son of God into the holy temple. Mary smiled as she prayed, "Praise be to you, O Lord, for You keep all your promises.  You have sent your Son to save Your people.  Your love and goodness know no measure.  You are generous indeed! My heart overflows with love for you."  Exhausted from the day, she closed her eyes for a second and instantly fell asleep.

 "Mary, Mary, wake up!" 

 May's eyes opened wide as she sensed the fear in Joseph's voice,  "Joseph, what's wrong?"

 "Hurry, we must leave at once!"

 Mary glanced toward the window. "Joseph, it is still dark.  Why must we leave now?

 "Jesus is in danger! Herod is going to kill him.  We must leave at once! The angel told me to leave immediately.  We must go to Egypt!"

 Mary carefully picked up Jesus, trying not to wake him.  She held him close, trying to keep him warm as they quickly made their way down the street. "Joseph, have you ever been to Egypt? Do you know the way?"

 "Mary, I'm sorry, I don't. I know the direction but not the path. I promise I will do everything I can to keep you and Jesus safe. I promise."

 Mary could hear Joseph's panic, yet she felt reassured and safe with his promise.  She had never met a man more devoted to God.  If an angel instructed Joseph, then without question, she would too.  "Joseph, the Lord will guide our steps.  We will trust in His Plan."

(To be continued...) 

-Susan

Linger With Me

 

  While praying the rosary this week, I felt the pull to linger on the Transfiguration a little longer. Of course, the Transfiguration is a significant moment for Jesus, Peter, James, and John. It is a moment when the apostles come face to face with Jesus' divinity. They witness the Presence of the Holy Spirit and God as a bright cloud and then audibly hear the voice of God speak directly to them.  Wow!

  The apostles experienced the Divine with their senses. But how do we experience God’s Divine Presence? The Holy Spirit has been dwelling within us since our baptism.  Do you allow yourself to fully embrace this truth?  Have you truly taken the time to consider how incredibly unique and miraculous this reality is?  The Transfiguration was a miraculous moment in time, and since Pentecost and our own Baptisms, we have been living miraculous lives!  And if this was not enough, we touch the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ every time we receive the Holy Eucharist! What a privilege! Wow!

  I need to address a question that came to mind while praying.  Do I believe God is who He has revealed himself to be?  Do I believe He is truly present in me and my life, or am I like so many in the crowds that followed Jesus shouting, “Give us another miracle so we can believe!”

-Susan

Time To Declutter

 

  My children gave me a wonderful surprise last weekend.  "Mom, we are going to clean out your garage!"

 My eyes grew with excitement.  "Really?"  I asked.  "That is going to be a huge job."  

 "We know!"

 It turned out to be a monumental task that spanned over two days. Not because my garage is oversized; it was just filled with stuff. I've lived in my house for a long time. Little by little, things were put in the garage: toys, costumes, and books my kids had outgrown but wanted to keep for their children, furniture, picture frames, and holiday decorations that had long been forgotten about.  There were just too many things.  We began making piles to donate, throw away, or recycle.  I have to admit the size of the piles was embarrassing.  I was obviously not traveling through life lightly.  The world of things was definitely weighing me down.

 Amidst the boxes of accumulated items, I stumbled upon papers from religious classes I had taught. This discovery served as a reminder that while my garage may be cluttered, my faith remains clear and unwavering. My belongings may take up physical space, but my faith fills my heart. These papers, mere words on a page to some, are cherished moments of prayer and communion with the Lord to me.

 As I looked around my garage, I noticed it reflected the inner struggles of daily life. Side by side, the world sits next to my faith. But there isn't enough room for both. I need to declutter my thoughts and affection for worldly things. What I allow to remain in my heart must center around God. Will that be a big job to accomplish? Probably. But when you come together as a family, big things can happen.

-Susan  

Birthday Wishes

 

  My granddaughter has a September birthday.  She has been reminding me that it's almost her birthday since the beginning of summer.  "Of course, I know your birthday is almost here!  That's a very special day!  And who else has a September birthday?"

  "Mary!" she will answer.

  One day, she told me she had shared our conversation with another relative. That person told her, "Oh, we don't celebrate Mary's birthday; we only celebrate Jesus' birthday."  She looked sad and asked if that was true.

  "I celebrate Mary's birthday! She is my mother in heaven, and I love her!  I would feel bad if I didn't wish Mary Happy Birthday. I bet Jesus celebrates Mary's birthday.  I know it makes Jesus very happy when people love Mary, too!"

  My granddaughter smiled, "Yes, I think so too!"

  Don't let the day go by without wishing Mary a Happy Birthday!  Let your love for Mary show!  Spoil her with flowers, a bouquet of good works, or a joyful song.  The best present you could give Mary, is your "Yes" to God.  Mary is so happy when people say yes to God!  And be sure to carve out fifteen minutes of special time with Mary praying the Rosary. 

 I have a hunch that when Mary blows out the candles on her cake, her birthday wish is for everyone to pray the Rosary and give God their "Yes!"  Enjoy your day with Mom, and remember, her love for you is boundless.

-Susan

  

Keep Your Focus On Jesus

 

    I love reading about the saints!  Their unwavering focus on Jesus is something I strive to emulate. I often find myself lost in thoughts about what it might be like to have a mystical vision of Jesus. If the Lord stood before me today, would I look away even for one second?  I imagined at that moment that I would be so overwhelmed with love that nothing could distract me. It would be the most glorious moment of my life!  

  Ironically, my closest experiences of Jesus standing before me occurred during Mass with my eyes closed. My eyes aren’t closed because  I’m trying to look holy. My eyes are closed because I am not holy. My eyes can’t perceive how close Jesus is to me. My eyes see what is in front of me. The person who walked into Mass late, the person texting on their phone, the time on my watch, etc. With my eyes closed, I can feel His Presence and hear His whispers, and my heart longs for heaven. I have found that my eyes see Jesus best when they allow my heart to see the vision. 

   This week, I encourage you to find your own unique ways to keep your focus on Jesus. Whether through prayer, meditation, or simply reflecting on His teachings, see what works best for you and embrace it.  

-Susan

Honestly Does It Really Matter?

 

  My dog began hitting the front window and barking loudly. He ran back and forth, obviously upset about something. I got up to look, but my daughter said, "It's just a squirrel, Mom."

    I looked at my dog and said, "Fitz, I'm sorry, but I just can't get excited or recognize the threat of a little squirrel." As I returned to folding the laundry, I wondered what other little threats I did not take seriously. Almost instantly, one word came to mind--truth. I've been thinking about truth and honesty lately.

  We live in a time where bending the truth and spinning our own truths are so common that it seems the laws of physics have changed. What happens to society when truth becomes arbitrary? Jesus discovered firsthand that a mob mentality can influence grave injustice when people stop listening to the truth. Jesus said, "For this, I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth.  Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice."

  This week, let's pray to hear God's voice. If we can't hear anything, ask God to clarify any truths that have our heads spinning. The world is good at shouting words, but as disciples of Jesus, we need to value honesty. God is still speaking to us daily, and we need to hear His words of everlasting life. Small lies may seem like a small threat until you find yourself echoing Pilate's question, "What is truth?"

-Susan

A Great Reminder

 

  My granddaughter was playing in my room this past week. She took my plush Jesus and Mary dolls and said, "These are my super agents!" She then went and built a fort in the corner of my room. "Even if it gets dark, I'll be safe."

  Jesus' words came to mind: "Truly, I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven." My five-year-old granddaughter knew that she had nothing to fear as long as she remembered to carry Jesus and Mary with her. She has complete trust in Jesus.  Not only did she make me smile but she reminded me how easy preaching the Gospel can be. What may appear to be mere child's play is actually a great reminder. We should all invite Jesus and Mary to stay close throughout our day because no matter what the day holds for us, Jesus and Mary will keep us safe.

-Susan

The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary

 

  

  What a glorious day! Our blessed Mother enters through the gates of heaven, her soul as beautiful as the day she was created! All of heaven must have rejoiced as the sinless Mother of God approached the throne of the Almighty. Was all of heaven allowed to feel the Holy Trinity's immense love for Mary?

  I hope everyone makes the time to reflect on Mary's life and openness to God's Will. We are fortunate that Jesus chose to share His holy Mother with us. God lavishly loves us and gives us the very best—Mary. Let us show God how grateful we are for His gift by striving to be like our Mother Mary.

-Susan

Prayers Needed

    

 "Please pray for us!" has been a recurring plea this week. It has been a week of unsettling news for my family, with a few members in the hospital. Being a patient or a patient's family member is a challenging journey.  It's difficult to relinquish control, wait for tests, and ponder the path ahead. But prayer is our anchor, reminding us that the Lord is always with us. We're not alone, nor do we have to face this illness alone. Personal prayer is transformative, but what about intercessory prayer?  Do we really need it? Absolutely!

 Praying for one another is what our faith calls us to do.  We are called to love our neighbors as ourselves. We want the Lord to be vividly present to our loved ones.  Often, we know from experience how much grace, love, and support are needed to get through difficult situations. The power of each person's prayer is immeasurable! Other people may pray for graces we didn't even realize we needed. We all have our favorite saints, and by asking others to pray for you, you may be surrounded by an army of saints! And sometimes, in our weakness, we need an army to pray for us.

 Never underestimate the help others can give you through their prayers or the difference your prayer can make. The Lord said, "When two or more are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them." This week, let's gather together in prayer. Let's pray for ourselves and for each other.  We all need God's healing in one way or another.

 -Susan

Making a Claim

 

 I was speaking with my insurance guy recently. "So, how much is everything going up this year?"  I asked.  The man spent fifteen minutes detailing cost-cutting savings that I could take now but would increase my deductible should I have to make a claim.  The different possibilities made my head spin.  "Could you send me an email with this information?  I need to see it in black and white."

  "Of course," he replied.

  "You know, I'm afraid of what would even happen to my rates if I had to make a claim.  I pay a lot for insurance that I hope I never have to use."

  The man sighed and said, "You are looking at this the wrong way.  You need insurance to live.  You can't drive your car or secure any loans without insurance." As he continued to deliver his spiel, I had to admit he was a good salesperson.  He could talk the talk.

  Later that evening, while praying, his words came to mind.  "You're looking at this the wrong way."  Am I practicing my faith because I want to be "insured" that I have eternal life with God, or do I really believe the words of the Gospel—Is the Christian life a better way to live?  I tried to look at this question very honestly.  Am I just checking off boxes so I can obtain the promise of heaven?  There is definitely some truth to that.  I really do want to live in Eternity with the Holy Trinity, the Virgin Mary, and all the angels and saints. And although heaven is my goal, following the Commandments makes so much sense.  How different would our world be if everyone followed the Commandments?

  So, do I need the assurance that God is beside me daily and will guide me along the path?  I sure do! But I also need Him every day of my life. I love his friendship and love. I also love His circle of friends who inspire and teach me to be holy. The best part of Christianity is that I don't have to be afraid to make a claim. In fact, the more I claim to be a Christian, the more I am rewarded! 

-Susan

Rooted in Faith

 

  I had the opportunity to get away with my family to Aspen. The beauty of Aspen allowed me to thank God for this breathtaking world so many times. While we hiked the many trails, I became fascinated with the Aspen trees. I learned that the Aspen trees had an incredible root system that connected a group of Aspens, creating one organism.  

  I couldn't overlook the comparison of the Aspens to my own family.  When not vacationing together, we are often pulled in many different directions.  At times, it may appear we live busy, separate lives, yet we are always connected.  Our roots keep us connected. We are constantly nourished by the Spirit of God, allowing our faith to grow at different heights and seasons.  Similar to Aspens, the roots of our faith may lie dormant for many years before budding into something truly spectacular.  As a parent, I remind myself that everything happens according to God's timing. 

  I have been blessed to raise my children in the Catholic faith, and I look forward to witnessing how each of us will manifest God's love to others. Hiking through life with my family will be a fantastic adventure, no matter where we find ourselves. Sometimes, getting away allows God to show me something new, not just in this world but truths that have been right in front of me the whole time. 

-Susan

The Cliffhanger

 

  Last night, my daughter got home from summer camp. As we got caught up, I announced that I had finished the fourth season of The Chosen. "Did it end with a good cliffhanger?" my daughter asked.

  I chuckled and said, "I don't know if I would call it a cliffhanger because I know how the story ends, but it was excellent."

  My daughter laughed and said, "Well, obviously, you know what's going to happen."

  I thought about that conversation later.  Do I really know how the story ends? Of course, historically, I know what occurred to Jesus and the birth of the Church, but the story continues two thousand years later.  We are still trying to spread the Gospel to the ends of the world.  I'm still trying to share the Gospel, and I often wonder if when my time comes to an end, I will have done enough?  Will my life end with a cliffhanger, or will I succeed in the mission God has for my life?

-Susan

I Care

 

  I wanted to catch up on some much-needed landscaping work this weekend.  Nothing crazy, just trimming trees, pulling weeds, and laying down mulch. Halfway through the project, I realized I would need more mulch.  My son and I jumped into the car to buy some more.  We hit up the landscaping store and then another retail store.  After the second store, I entered the car and glanced down at my knees.  "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me my knees were all stained from laying down the mulch?"

  My son said, "Don't worry about it, Mom.  No one's going to notice or care."

  "You don't think anyone in the last two stores wondered why my knees were stained?  I could have easily washed it off."  A few minutes later, I started another conversation with my son.  "So, how many of your friends go to church?"

  My son gave me a face,  "None of them.  Nobody cares about church."

  "Seriously, that's so sad."  Later in the day, I couldn't help but recall these two conversations. I kept hearing the words "Nobody cares" in my thoughts.

  I want to announce to everyone that I care and invite anyone who has been away from the Mass to come back. I care about your relationship with Jesus. It must be so challenging to live life without Him. There is nothing complicated about coming back.  God welcomes you with open arms. As just as a bit of soap and water washed my stains, God can also cleanse you.  He's just waiting to shower you with His graces. So come on back home. God has a beautiful fountain of Mercy that He can't wait to share with you!

-Susan

Open The Door Please

 

  My children and I often disagree over politics, religion, and social norms. Our dinner conversations span from spirited debates to heated arguments, sometimes leading to premature departures from the table. We all hold firm beliefs and strive to be right. Yet, the challenge of truly considering another viewpoint remains. This challenge came to mind as I delved into the Gospel of John this past week. I found myself pondering why the Pharisees could not embrace Jesus' teachings.

 It's true that there are numerous reasons why the Pharisees couldn't embrace Jesus's teachings. However, today, I want to steer my thoughts in a different direction. I found myself contemplating how many times in my life I was so convinced of my correctness that I failed to perceive the voice of God.

 Jesus extends an invitation to each of us to partake in the feast of spiritual growth. But have I, in my arrogance, left the table prematurely when God challenged my beliefs to be more inclusive, loving, or forgiving? Have I reached a point where I believe I know enough, and thus, ceased my quest for deeper truths?  This week, I will ask God to heal my narrow-mindedness and open my heart, mind, and ears to those divine truths that I struggle to perceive, hear, and accept. Lord, I don't need to be right all the time, but I yearn to be on the right path that leads me to you.

-Susan  

Why Must This Be?

 

   I had an interesting conversation with a gentleman today.  He was telling me about a past experience with one of his children; at the time, the doctors thought the child had a very serious condition with a poor prognosis.  He told me he went home and cried for hours.  He said he had asked God why this was happening to him.  He didn’t smoke or drink, and he was always kind to people.  Why was this happening to him?

  I think that is a very natural response to a stressful life event.  Shouldn’t bad things only happen to bad people?  The answer, of course, is no.  Unfortunately, agonizing events can happen to anyone for so many different reasons. And even though we know God is all-loving, most of us, at one time or another, have blamed God when things went wrong. 

  Pain, like anger, can be overwhelming and difficult to experience alone. But that may be the point we often overlook. We are not alone. God is very present in our most difficult moments. Not because He is testing or punishing us but rather because He loves us so dearly and wants to help us. The difficult decision we need to make is: Can we trust God instead of blaming Him?

  Perhaps if we turned to God each day with the small annoyances of the day, we could develop a holy habit of relying upon God. Then, when we find ourselves faced with really difficult situations, we will give Him our pain and trust God to navigate the storm for us.  We may find ourselves on an unknown shore, but we will never be alone.

  Fortunately, the gentleman I spoke with today received a blessing instead of a tragedy. Let us pray this week for those who, through no fault of their own, have found themselves on an unexpected shore.  Let us pray they trust God who is all-loving, all-caring, and always at our side.

-Susan