Mystagogy is a period of further teaching for those who have entered into the Church. It typically extends from Easter to Pentecost. With that in mind, and with a URL of Mystagogy, my plan is to post every day from Easter Monday until Pentecost.
I have several ideas, but what I am mostly interested in is what YOU want me to discuss. What do you have trouble with when talking to non-Catholics? What are the sticking points in your own faith? What do you want to learn more about? I am open to discussing a range of issues, from specifically Catholic issues to more general Christian issues.
Usually I do not keep my “Ask” open to anonymous, but from now through Pentecost I plan to open it to everybody. I will respond to questions with a regular blog post, so if you do ask with your Tumblr name, it will still remain anonymous to others. That way I can re-word in cases where I get the same question more than once or in cases where people’s questions are good but their wording is in anger.
I’ll be sending out a reminder of this a few times during Lent. I am looking forward to hearing all of your questions!
This priest is saving the lives of several hundred Muslims at the risk of his own life.
He’s 31 and has been a priest only a few months. He shows such courage. I pray that we all would have that kind of courage to do what is right in God’s eyes.
My pastor just called to say that my friend’s younger brother is in the hospital on life support, and doctors don’t have much hope for him.
Please keep him and his family in your prayers.
Lord, keep my soul from death, my feet from stumbling.
I love the Lord, for he has heard
the cry of my appeal;
because he has turned his ear to me as I call on him,
day by day.
The ropes of death surrounded me,
Hell held me tight,
I had found pain and tribulation –
but I called on the Lord’s name:
“O Lord, free my soul.”
The Lord is compassionate and just;
our God takes pity on us.
The Lord cares for the simple –
I was brought low, but he saved me.
Return, my soul, to your rest,
for the Lord has looked after you;
he has rescued my spirit from death, my eyes from tears,
he has saved my feet from stumbling.
I shall walk in the presence of the Lord
in the land of the living.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.
Lord, keep my soul from death, my feet from stumbling
Psalm 114 (116A)
Thanksgiving (via acatholicvibe)
So Tumblr is now blocked on most of my campus. I can access it at the library right now, but eventually it’s going to be blocked everywhere.
I’m pretty upset about it. But I didn’t voluntarily leave Tumblr. I’ll still be checking in every once and a while.
I will miss your posts! :(
Offering up labor sufferings to bring them in union in Christ. I would really love to focus on the conversion of souls, so others can experience the joy and peace as I have being in union with Christ, in the True Church, but open to other intentions as well. Just feel free to comment full name,…
For all who haven’t followed her blog, she is having labor induced today and is at high risk of not surviving labor.
If you haven’t read her blog yet, go! Do it! I can’t even express how she impresses me with her holiness. We can all learn from her.
But first and foremost, please pray for her. Thank you.
When I first read this post, I thought I would just delete it like the rest. I know your intentions were to cause me suffering, and if causing me suffering means you win, then I guess you have. To be honest, lying in this hospital bed, it is young women like you that I think about the most.
I was once like you. I was once told that aborting my children was the answer to my life. I was once told that my boyfriend too would have to drop out of the University he attended, and I wouldn’t be able to attend the following year after I graduated from High School. The funny thing was, because of my son, my ex-boyfriend and I qualified for several grants and scholarships. In fact, I’m one of the few people I know that was able to go to school without taking out student loans. Which is probably why I’m a home owner at 26.
I was once like you. “Its a clump of cells,” they told me. “Its a parasite,” they said. When scientifically speaking, that’s inaccurate. It is a fetus, or an unborn human being. I know a human becomes easier to kill once you label it something else. This is called dehumanization. You don’t need to dehumanize the unborn human being, you can just call it what it is; you aborted an underdeveloped human being.
As I look into my sons eyes, I don’t see a parasite, or a clump of cells. I see a brown haired, fair skin, goofy 8 year old human being. I see a human being with the exact same body as the one they called a parasite when it was in my womb. His body grows a little more every year, and every year he gets stronger. “Mom, let me help you with that.” he says, as I struggle to carry bags into the house. “Mom, wait, I’ll get it for you,” he says, as he jumps in front of me to reach for the door to open it. His body is more developed, that’s for sure, but it it the same as it was when it was tiny and growing inside me.
I was once like you. “It will ruin your life,” they said. “You’re a child yourself”, they said. That’s the strangest. As I lie in this hospital bed, at risk of death, I have no fear. I am 26 years old, and have absolutely nothing more that I could ask for to make me happier. If keeping my son ruined my life, then why do I have everything I want? Why am I so content with my short life, if it was ruined the day he was born? The love and happiness I have experienced in my short life, is enough to feel fulfilled, complete. My life is beautiful, and my children were the ones that made it that way.
When I cry, my children burry their heads on my chest, wipe my tears with their tiny fingers. When I smile, they run to me, wrap their arms around me, lean back and giggle. What have they destroyed in my life besides all that was bitter, hateful and selfish? Besides all those awful parts of me they peeled away with their tenderness, and gentleness.
I’m sorry that when you terminated your pregnancy, you felt nothing, and I’m afraid that is where we are different. I couldn’t bring myself to dehumanize the tiny human being inside my body, even though it was under developed, dependent and inconvenient. I felt. And I’m the one who feels for you now. I can feel the loss for your unborn human being.
I know you assume I think I’m “better then you”. But it’s exactly the opposite. As I lay here in this bed, ready to give my life for the child inside of me right now, it isn’t just because its my child. It’s because it is a human being. I am willing to die for an underdeveloped, dependent and inconvenient human being, because that human is my equal. You are my equal, your child is my equal, and I don’t have it in me to view my life as more valuable then anyone else’s. I can’t use any reason to take an innocent human being, dehumanize it, and place it under me. And I don’t want to.
I’m sorry that people like me make you sick, but I think if you really new me, you wouldn’t feel that way. Maybe if you knew me, you could see that my life is beautiful and wonderful just like yours, and just like every human being. I believe that your life is precious, and you were made for more love then you comprehend, and I’m so sorry you can’t see the value of life.
Life is precious. It is a divine right, it is so precious that I would be willing to die if that is the cost for another to live.
Months from now, I hope that you read this and I’m living with my new beautiful child, in my modest house, with the rest of my family, but if I’m not, I want you to remember that it made me happy to risk my life for another human being, and I would gladly do it even for someone who was sickened by me; I would even do it for you.
Life is invaluable.
Keep the prayers going!
this always amazes me.