Last Sunday was Septuagesima Sunday, which means Lent will be here in about 2 weeks or so, and that we should start preparing for Lent. I'm actually glad that this past Sunday reminded me that I should be getting my spiritual life ready for whatever Lenten devotions I decide upon, because things like Lent and Advent always seem to creep up on me, and I usually find myself scrounging around the day after the season begins to find proper devotions and special acts of love for Christ! So, this year, I am going to try and *GASP*....get ready ahead of time!!! Amazing, I know, since I tend to be the queen of procrastination. Now, the Church asks us to prepare for the Resurrection of our Lord through extraordinary acts of prayer, fasting, and alms giving. Normally, I do ok with the acts of prayer and fasting, because we have such great Lenten practices given to us, such as fasting and abstinence on Fridays, and the Stations of the Cross....and, of course, I usually try and do some extra self-denial in the way of sweets/soda/coffee, or any other luxury that I am blessed with. The alms giving part is where I always fall short. Not that I am perfect at the prayer and fasting aspects, it's just that I don't think I have ever made much of an effort at doing extra acts of alms giving. I don't really know why I never have, but as embarrassing as that is, I just haven't. Anyway, I have often found myself praying to Christ and asking him to help me find ways to be more generous with my abundance, and to show me ways I can aide the poor in a real, concrete way. I mean, we tithe and all that, and I teach the kids that we should always help those in need, but it's pretty rare that they get to see that kind of thing in action. Let's face it...putting an envelope in a basket every week at Mass doesn't exactly scream "corporal work of mercy" from a practical, hands-on example kind of way. I just feel like it's too abstract for them to really get that there are people out there who are really suffering from poverty, and those people need our help, support, and prayer. Our children will only learn generosity through giving. They have no idea what real hunger is, despite the fact that they come to me a hundred times a day and saying "Mooommmmm, I'm huuuungrrrrry!" Well, yesterday, I think I finally got an answer to my prayers. A friend of mine told me that instead of giving money to homeless people when they encounter them, she has a box of pre-packaged bags with essential items in it that she keeps in her car, and she gives them that. I've always struggled with how to handle the beggar on the street corner, because I don't feel comfortable giving them money, but I want to do something, and when my friend told me about what she does, I thought, "that is so perfect!" So, this year, that is what our family alms giving will be. The great part about it is that it can be a project that the whole family can participate and benefit from, and the kids will be able to see first hand how to serve those who are not as blessed as we are. Especially since I'm not really at that stage where the kids and I can serve at soup kitchens, or attend rallies, or spend time with lots of hands-on giving. One day, when they are older, I hope I engage them in that form of charity, but for now, I am kind of limited as to what I can do with 4 very young children. But, this they can do! They can come with me to the store to pick out the items, help us put the items in the bag, and when we come across a beggar on the street corner, which is often when we go to Mass in New Orleans, they can actually see us giving things to help those in need. We can teach them along the way about why we are doing it, and how it will help the poor. I think some of the things I want to put in our bags are: travel size toothbrush and toothpaste, a bottle of water, non-perishable food items (canned items that have a pop top would probably be best), hand sanitizing wipes, etc... Also, serving the poor should go deeper than just the material aspect, so to tie that in with prayer and fasting, for each person we give a bag to, we can offer up sacrifices for them, offer up our family Rosary and Stations of the Cross that we say during Lent, and I would also like to put either a prayer card or Rosary in the bag with their other items. Our homily at Mass this past Sunday dealt with serving the poor, and Father told us that we can give as much as we want to help the less fortunate, but unless we show them Christ as well, then it's useless. The whole point of this life is allowing Christ into our hearts, so that we can all get to Heaven. And who knows...that one little Rosary could change a person's life forever.
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, October 1, 2010
Why I just LOVE St. Anthony
I remember the first time I asked St. Anthony for intercession. I was around 5 or 6 years old. I can't remember what I lost, but I remember EXACTLY where I found it in my backyard. He has been faithful to my desperate please ever since that moment, including the 3 times I've lost my engagement ring (sorry, Phil!). But, this story really exceeds them all! About 2 weeks ago, the kids and I went to the library for story time. (I should give a disclaimer here...if you're not into details, this story will probably bore you to tears, but it's one I want to remember, so it's going on the blog =). I unloaded the van of children, library books, and DVD rentals. I put my keys in their proper side pouch of the diaper bag, and we headed inside. About halfway through story time, Rachel takes my keys out of the bag and starts eating them, so I take them away from her, and put them in the larger, zippered portion of the bag, where most things get lost in the abyss. At the end of our visit, we go up to the counter to wait in line to check out our books. I placed my books on the counter, with my keys right next to them (I have one of of those little rectangular library cards that go on your key chain, which is why I took my keys out in the first place). Now, this is a small town library, and I knew everyone in the library, so I wasn't paying that close attention at this point...Natalie had to go to the bathroom, Rachel kept trying to climb out my arms so she could un-shelve each and every book in the library, and Andrew was trying to scale the counter so he could stamp our books with the due date (sometimes the librarians let the kids do this when no one else is there...one of the very nice things about small town libraries =). So, needless to say, I was starting to sweat, and I'm sure my hair looked pretty disheveled at this point. By the time my turn was over (I was third in line), and the librarian had checked out and packed all my books in a bag for us, my keys had disappeared. They were NO WHERE. We looked everywhere. I emptied my diaper bags no less than 10 times, and we checked every nook and cranny of the desk area. The librarians even called the two people who were in line in front to me to see if they had accidentally picked up my keys (again, I can't say enough about small town libraries!). At this point, I'm pretty sure they thought I was crazy, and that I had locked my keys in my van, but I was 100% positive that I had brought them in the library...Rachel tried to eat them earlier, remember?! I immediately sent up a quick prayer to St. Anthony, and continued to do so throughout the rest of this saga. So, anyway, at this point, it's almost lunch time, our blood sugar is starting to drop dangerously low (like 'yelling at the kids for every little thing' low), and I'm close to tears. I call Phil, and he lets me know that he has no idea where my keys are, either...thanks, a lot! So, I call my neighbor and have her pillage my home in search of our spare key...naturally, it is no where in my house. Now, I'm really close to breaking down. She asks me when the last time I had the spare was...I tell her that the last time I had the key, I had loaned it to our cousin (whose shall remain nameless for charity's sake) who had ran out of gas a mile from our house. I was "positive" he gave me the key back when he was done borrowing our van to go get gas for his car. So, I'm stuck at the library, with no keys, no spare keys, three starving children, and no car seats...excellent. I ended up just having my neighbor come pick us up, and prayed the whole way home that we would not get pulled over or in an accident with all three kids not in their car seats. After I turned the house upside down for the spare key, and didn't find it, I finally swallowed my pride and called my cousin: "Hey, you remember that time you ran out of gas, and I loaned you the van with the spare key?" Cousin: "Oh yeah, the spare is sitting right here in my console...been meaning to get that back to you." Me: "....fantastic..." Long story short, he brings me the spare, gives me a ride to the library to get the van while the neighbor babysits, and we've managed to eat something and calm down a bit, so things are starting to get better. Ok...fast forward a week and a half. We go back to the library, and the librarians ask if I've found my keys...no, I have not....they still haven't found them either. We conclude that the keys are probably in the same place that missing socks are. So, after we are done reading books and building puzzles, we go checkout our stuff...low and behold, there is a note on my account: "patron has keys being held for her at another branch that is about an hour away from branch that we are currently at". WHAT?!?! Turns out, my keys managed to end up in the parking lot of ANOTHER branch of the parish library...about an hour away from our local branch (oh, and for you non-Louisiana people, a parish is pretty much the same thing as a county...whatever that is). I have NO IDEA how they ended up in that parking lot, but that is why I just LOVE St. Anthony! Never underestimate the power of intercessory prayer!
Sancte Antoni, Ora Pro Nobis!!!
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