Thursday, February 11, 2016

Double Feature!

I have a piece today over at Aleteia!  My kids are not the problem at mass. It's me.
Please go look, read, and share.

Also, today is Thursday so...

come join us over at Small Success Thursday!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Why I Love Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday for me is always March 5, 2014, the day my father died.  I don't even remember if I got ashes on that day, but nothing brings home the reality of "remember thou art dust." like knowing, I cannot see Dad's face except in pictures and memory.  

It is hard to go to mass on Ash Wednesday now, because I become a blubbering mess at some point, and have to pull it back together before Anna starts asking in an outside voice, "Why are you crying?"  But I need the ashes.  They remind me of him, just as they remind me of the reality we spend most of our lives ignoring.  We will die.  Our bodies decay daily.  The roses my husband bought me last week, dry and droop within seven days.  I have a tooth needing a root canal.  Decay is ever present, but we have an amazing capacity to busy ourselves so much, we can ignore it.

I know we live beyond death, and I have great hope.  But the day itself reminds me.  It reminds me of what I haven't done, what I'm not doing, and of all the ways in which, no matter what I'm doing, I haven't done what the goal of this life is, to love unconditionally, and to pour myself out.   Surrender is the response we're asked for, the revelation to the world, I have faith.

The issue isn't to surrender once, but to surrender constantly.  The real question is, How?

How do we drop the nets today and every day from now on?  The mission is to be catchers of souls.

 How?  We go out, and speak truth joyfully.   "Beauty will save the world," Dostoevsky says, Nothing is more beautiful than a joyful spirit,  nothing draws people toward something like laughter and beauty.  We want to know who is laughing and why, to see the person enjoying life as we in that moment when we seek out the person laughing, are not yet.  We hope, by coming into contact with the person laughing, we will become like them, lighter and more full of the zest and joy of life, more alive.

It's why this humor blog persists.   Humor as a formula is pain plus time equals something healing. So get your ashes, make your resolution for the next 40 days, and tomorrow, I'll come here to write humor and chew the fat intellectually (since I gave up actual fat for Lent).   I'll regale you with all the insights that come from not being able to sate my appetite for sweets and cooking with a Paula Deen type hand with respect to butter, and a not so Frugal Gourmet with respect to Olive Oil.  I miss them both already.  Hot cocoa without whipped cream somehow tastes like something less than hot chocolate.  

40 days...
No fats.
In the words of my father, as we start this season of Lenten prayers, fasting and alms giving, "Now is the time to start the big push."
 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Valentine Campaigns

Hillary Clinton:  Bring me the hearts of everyone who did not vote for me.

Bernie Sanders:  Free Hearts for Everyone!

Marco Rubio: Everyone loves the tin man.  Right?

Donald Trump: A heart of pyrite but you don't know the difference.

Jeb Bush: You've tried all the other Bushes...third time's a charm.

Chris Christie: The only one whose heart flutters when he takes the stage, is his.

Ted Cruz: I don't believe they celebrate Valentine's day in Canada. 

Carly Fiorina: Be Mine. Please!  Come on....

Dennis Kasich: There ain't no way they're ever gonna love you....

Ben Carson: Clear!


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