There's something to be said about Mary wrapping Jesus up in those swaddling clothes, the incarnate God bound; humble, unable to speak, reduced to the state of a newborn child, dependent on His earthly parents for everything, just as we all are. Is it a metaphor for how we are to depend on God? For how humble and silent and trusting we should be? Let us all be like Mary, whether falling to our knees in adoration, or simply allowing ourselves to be "thrones" for our Lord. Let us remember those who are helpless, innocent, dependent, needy. Let us always remember that Christ came in to this world a fragile human being, which is all that we are, and gave us salvation. He made us, and then He made us better.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Venite Adoremus Dominus
On Friday night we were over at T and J's house for the annual cookie party, and T's mom said "Mary wrapped the first Christmas present!" And for a moment, I thought she meant Mary herself physically wrapped the first Christmas present in her womb, but realized that she meant in the swaddling clothes. It made me start thinking about Mary and Christmas and Merry Christmas and all that jazz.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
News Agencies May Run Stupid Articles, Logic Says
Allow me to quote Charlie Brown: AUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHH!
Seriously, Fox News? I mean, I know you’re not fair and balanced, and the
majority of the time your headlines read like something from The Onion,
but really??
I’m a little confused as to the aim of the article, since I
automatically assume that every news agency has some sort of agenda.
1.) Birth
control helps to lower cancer risk, so everyone should take it! (Except the
increased cancer risk you get from taking the pill.)
2.) Not
having babies increases your cancer risk (so take the pill, and decrease the
chance of having babies!)
I’m confused and annoyed and terribly appalled!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Nudge, Nudge
I keep having these dreams on Saturday nights that, for some reason or another, I end up being forced to go to The Other Catholic Church in town. The one that I had to stop myself from walking out of so many times because of awful Protestant gimmicks like youth Mass and drum kits. The Church that literally made me leave The Church.
I always have the same reaction in these dreams, I go to Mass, try to be reverent and halfway through, I'm practically jumping out of my chair (yes, chair) and screaming because I am so distraught over having to be there.
I'm not sure if this is God's (or my subconscious') way of telling me that I'm attending the correct parish and I am right to be outraged over how this particular Church abuses the Mass, or if I'm supposed to be paying closer attention. I should remember that the Lord is present at every Mass, regardless of how bad the music, how irreverent the Parishioners and how ugly the surroundings. Thank God these are always dreams and I am able to wake up and go to my own beloved parish and smell the incense and feel at peace.
I always have the same reaction in these dreams, I go to Mass, try to be reverent and halfway through, I'm practically jumping out of my chair (yes, chair) and screaming because I am so distraught over having to be there.
I'm not sure if this is God's (or my subconscious') way of telling me that I'm attending the correct parish and I am right to be outraged over how this particular Church abuses the Mass, or if I'm supposed to be paying closer attention. I should remember that the Lord is present at every Mass, regardless of how bad the music, how irreverent the Parishioners and how ugly the surroundings. Thank God these are always dreams and I am able to wake up and go to my own beloved parish and smell the incense and feel at peace.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
The Duggars: Calculating Our Demise, One Baby at a Time
I was perusing the interwebs the other day, on my favorite
source for blog fodder, Facebook, when I noticed this on one of my friends’
pages. How kind of the 7 Billion and Counting people to make a wonderful
judgement call on Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar’s selfish-ness. Just what we
needed! Selfish people calling other people selfish! And they even sent a gift.
Precious. Read the comments for a rip-roaring good time!
At least they aren't in the prairie dresses here |
So what is so selfish about the Duggars having all these
darned babies? First of all, let me say, I’m not one of those people who think
the Duggars are nuts. I think they are Baptist and a little weird, and
definitely fashion-challenged, but I did watch their TV show admittedly more
than I should have while I was unemployed and one thing I can say for them is
that you can tell that family loves each other. Frankly, as much as the 7 Billion
and Counting people would like me to believe that the Brazilian hooded tree
frog (or whatever) is going to suffer as a direct result of the Duggars having
another child, the notion is just preposterous! They are practically
self-sufficient, and come on, since there are 7 billion people in the world, 20
Duggars really aren’t going to make that much impact. I think the secular “liberals”
are the ones that are more likely using all the resources, what with their SUVs
for themselves, their spouse and their golden retriever. It’s a lot easier to
carpool when you literally lug 7 people with you everywhere you go. The Duggars
make all their own clothes or buy them at thrift stores. They have 20 kids! They
can’t afford to buy stuff just to throw it away, or drink Starbucks daily and
chuck the paper cups or buy new clothes/shoes/cell phones whenever they feel
like it. So your argument is a bit thin there, tree frog! If you want to blame
anyone for your imminent demise, blame the guy in the Jetta over there with
the Free Tibet and Coexist sticker on it. Let’s not forget the couple who want
to "save the planet" by not having kids and are therefore throwing latex into
landfills and chemicals into the water source because of the hormones leaked
out (pun intended) when a woman on the Pill urinates.
No, I think if anything about the Duggars bothers me, it’s
the fact that Michelle is getting on in her years and their last baby was very
premature and almost died. Michelle also had preeclampsia with her last few
pregnancies and could have died herself. I’m all for being open to life, but
she should try to be around to see that baby through to adulthood, even if she
will be in her 60’s by the time she gets there. I think they have done right by
their beliefs in the 19 kids they have, and I doubt God would say to them “Hey,
you could get in to heaven, but you decided to practice NFP rather than have
that 20th child, so I think you’re out of luck.” In any event, lay off the poor flipping
Duggars! And they think religious people are Holier-Than-Thou. Eeesh.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Performance Anxiety
So, since Katie over at NFP and Me gave me a little bit of
motivation, I decided I will write a commentary on last night's Glee episode.
Now, to start things off, I will say that I don't normally watch
Glee. I have seen maybe 3 episodes total. I don't follow the story arcs and I
know only a little about the overall premise. This is actually kind of
surprising since, though I was never a theater kid in high school, I harbored a
total theater kid envy and constantly entertained ideas of my whole life suddenly
turning into a giant musical number.
Be that as it may, last night as I was perusing the internet in
the evening, I ended up watching the newest episode of Glee. At first I was
sort of just having it on as background noise, but I got a little sucked in. I
re-watched it tonight on demand, since I had missed some parts of it and I
wanted to make sure that I had gotten the entire thing.
The premise of last night's show was that the high school was
putting on a musical- Westside Story (full disclosure: I haven't seen the
musical since I was probably in Jr. High and I didn't like it). Rachel and
Blaine are playing Maria and Tony and in the very, very beginning of the show,
Artie, the director, tells them both that they lack passion because they are both
virgins. And while he "supports their strained aversion to fun," they
can't really "sell" the sexual awakening as someone who hasn't been
sexually awoken themselves. The rest of
the show concerns Rachel and Blaine attempting to lose their virginity in order
to perform more authentically. Glee has been pointed at by many in the Catholic
media as being a somewhat “damaging” show, if you will, because it is targeted
at a younger audience. The main reason for this is because of the gay storyline
between Kurt and Blaine. To be honest, this doesn’t bother me at all. There are
plenty of young people out there who have same sex attraction, who are ashamed
of it, who feel isolated, and who may be bullied or attacked. I think in some
ways, it can be good to have an openly gay character on TV that people can
identify with and might make them feel less isolated in their own lives. It’s
also nice that, based on what I saw in this episode, Blaine and Kurt have a
normal teenage relationship and, at least until this episode, weren’t engaging
in sexual activity.
The thing that bothered me was there was no talk as to why the characters were waiting in the
first place. It was more of “well, we better be authentic, time to take care of
this little annoyance.” At one point, Rachel calls a committee of girls, and
they all tell her to wait, except one, who expounds on the fact that she and
her boyfriend had discussed it, and they were each other’s first love, and that
the moment will always be perfect for her. This is the deciding factor in
Rachel’s decision to go for it.
This, to me, is more damaging than anything I saw happen with Kurt
and Blaine in this episode. This attitude is so prevalent in today’s society
that I fear how it will impact young people. I know how it impacted me.
Maybe I’m just bitter because I didn’t get a chance to discuss it
with my first love and have it be a perfect moment that I will remember for my
whole life. Instead, it’s a terrible thing that I will always feel ashamed of
for the rest of my life. Because I waited, too, just not long enough. And my
reasons weren’t well-formed enough in order to stave off advances. When you get
to a certain age (which apparently now is senior in high school) in today’s
secular society, it’s expected of you to have had sex. And if you haven’t,
you’re almost more damaged goods than someone who has with everyone that walks
by. I found myself at 20 years old as a virgin and being completely
un-dateable. I was not practicing my faith, so what option did I have? I could
date Christian boys (which wasn’t an option as I didn’t identify as Christian)
or I could date guys who didn’t value me. And what was the big deal anyway?
Everyone else had had sex, what difference did it make if I did, too? That’s
how it was presented to me, anyway, and I was dumb enough to think that someone
who would say that to me actually cared enough about me to consider it in the
first place. So what’s the big deal? I mean, if you want to be an actress,
you’ll eventually be playing people who aren’t virgins, so you can’t possibly
be a virgin and authentically play a non-virgin. It’s only natural, right?
What I would have liked to see, just once, is a character with
some moral fortitude- but maybe I’m just looking for something I didn’t have. I
would have liked to see someone who maybe thought about it, and then decided
against it. Maybe not for religious reasons, but because they decided to be
above that. To do something that was right for them. I dunno, maybe I just
wanted to see an actual discussion of how many, many girls (and possibly guys,
but I can’t speak from a position of knowledge there) feel when they DO lose
their virginity, and then go on to be sexually intimate with every person with
whom they have a relationship afterwards. I would like to see a discussion of
how that impacts their future marriages, their trust, and their self-worth. I
would like to see an honest discussion from the flip side. Not just that “sex
is good! It feels good, it’s natural, everyone should be doing it—all the time,
with whomever they want!” Or even, “sex is a true expression of love for
whomever you feel like you love at that moment.” Because, I’m sorry, but this
message that is being peddled out to our culture, our young people, is a lie! I
can think of only one of my friends who is still with the person she lost her
virginity to. And I can remember all the pain and heartache that occurred in
the wake of the breakups for the rest of them. Except my own, because I was so
messed up, I ended up in a therapist’s office and on antidepressants, so I have
no real recollection of it. Even Hubbs will say that when he really thought
back on his life, he realized that not one good thing ever really came about
from his previous attitude toward sex. It was a lot of selfishness, low self-worth,
and somewhat of an addictive behavior. It was also a harbinger of problems in
the relationship, especially when it’s compensating for any kind of real
intimacy or love.
I know that today’s society has a schizophrenic relationship with
sex. We are puritanical in one sense, and over-sexed in another. What I want to
see on TV, what I want told to young people everywhere, what I wish everyone
would just understand is that we’ve made sex too important. So important that
we have tried to downplay it to the extent that it’s mundane. It’s a classic
Catholic both/and. But the Catholic Church has made sex unimportant. So
unimportant that it’s the most important thing in the world. The Catholic
Church teaches us to value ourselves and each other by respecting our basic
dignity as human beings. Not animals who have to give in to our instincts, not creatures
to use and be used by others.
And would it be so crazy to point out that, since Westside Story
is a retelling of Romeo and Juliet, Tony and Maria got married before they had
sex? Just sayin’.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Stunted
I have so many things that I want to blog about-- half ideas just swarming around in my head, with some things pinned down and other things just mere passing thoughts.
Right now, I am having an ADD tornado of wanting to blog about:
I am still making my way through Discerning the Will of God and I don't really feel any closer. I need to really get my prayer life in order. I have been feeling the need to buckle down and hit a better routine for many aspects of my life, but right now my job is just insane and I come home and find myself just zoning out. Maybe I should start saying the rosary on the elliptical. I am having a dry spell in my spirituality and I hope that everything will get back to normal (or better than before) soon!
In the meantime, enjoy this beautiful song, because my brain is fried.
Right now, I am having an ADD tornado of wanting to blog about:
- The new law being passed in Mississippi juxtaposed with the 7 Billion people fanatics flipping out over the Duggars having another child.
- Glee having an episode about losing your virginity (which I am watching right now) and the mainstreaming of secular culture
- The article about the sterilization clinic, and something to do with birth-control
I am still making my way through Discerning the Will of God and I don't really feel any closer. I need to really get my prayer life in order. I have been feeling the need to buckle down and hit a better routine for many aspects of my life, but right now my job is just insane and I come home and find myself just zoning out. Maybe I should start saying the rosary on the elliptical. I am having a dry spell in my spirituality and I hope that everything will get back to normal (or better than before) soon!
In the meantime, enjoy this beautiful song, because my brain is fried.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Mondays and Birthdays... Is That How the Song Goes?
Sorry for the delay, dear readers (all 3 of you!) I have been away because last week I celebrated my birthday!
Hurrah.
It was, for some reason, a particularly hard birthday for me. I turned 27 (I know, I know, try 50! Try 78!) but I don't think it had anything to do with the number. I can't exactly explain what it had to do with in particular, though if you read my post Purgatory, you will know that maybe it had something to do with the fact that I have no idea what to do "when I grow up" and I'm starting to increasingly feel as if now I AM a grown-up and maybe I should really have this figured out. It also didn't help that for the hour or so I talked to my mother-in-law, she would NOT stop talking about having children. I'm not ready for that, yet. But then, when will I be ready? In the words of my grandfather, which are so symbolically apropos here "Daylight's a wastin!"
In any event, my darling Hubb's took Christine over at Feminism: The Catholic F Word's advice and got me the book Discerning the Will of God. It just came in the mail yesterday so I am anxious to start reading it. I had been fasting on Fridays hoping to open myself up to hear His voice, but I have a confession to make: I'm really bad at praying. In all the time I took CCD classes and whatnot as a child, I don't think anyone really taught us HOW to pray. So I basically keep an interior monologue to God or Mary or My Great Uncle Jules or St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross and sometimes I feel like I am going insane.
Anyway, I am going to start reading this book and see where it takes me. I will post as I go through it, if I can.
Hurrah.
It was, for some reason, a particularly hard birthday for me. I turned 27 (I know, I know, try 50! Try 78!) but I don't think it had anything to do with the number. I can't exactly explain what it had to do with in particular, though if you read my post Purgatory, you will know that maybe it had something to do with the fact that I have no idea what to do "when I grow up" and I'm starting to increasingly feel as if now I AM a grown-up and maybe I should really have this figured out. It also didn't help that for the hour or so I talked to my mother-in-law, she would NOT stop talking about having children. I'm not ready for that, yet. But then, when will I be ready? In the words of my grandfather, which are so symbolically apropos here "Daylight's a wastin!"
In any event, my darling Hubb's took Christine over at Feminism: The Catholic F Word's advice and got me the book Discerning the Will of God. It just came in the mail yesterday so I am anxious to start reading it. I had been fasting on Fridays hoping to open myself up to hear His voice, but I have a confession to make: I'm really bad at praying. In all the time I took CCD classes and whatnot as a child, I don't think anyone really taught us HOW to pray. So I basically keep an interior monologue to God or Mary or My Great Uncle Jules or St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross and sometimes I feel like I am going insane.
Anyway, I am going to start reading this book and see where it takes me. I will post as I go through it, if I can.
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