It's Not So Much the Heat, as it is the Humility

Hello again blog-readers.  Well, it's Friday the 13th, and if you were of a mind to believe in such nonsense as bad luck and numerology, you would be quaking in your boots right now.  The numerologists tell us that, not only is this the one Friday the 13th this year, but the digits themselves add up to...13!  Oh my, we're all doomed!  Then again, you may start to believe it as you read the rest of this entry, because I'm in the mood to grouse and wring my hands.  So buckle up!

I don't know about you, but my faith -- or the strength thereof -- seems to waiver, and that causes me much distress at times.  In the few days right before I met with Father Bach (from the Bishop's office), I began to convince myself that I was acting foolish, and was totally unworthy of the priesthood.  I told myself that I was too old, too debilitated, too sinful, and too weak of mind and spirit.  I nearly cancelled our meeting altogether.  I was listening to the wrong voice.

But it's strange how sometimes I feel parted from God's presence.  The feeling was especially strong in those days before the meeting.  I would pray, or say a Rosary, and the words just fell out like names from a phonebook.  I couldn't "feel" what I had felt so many times before.  This presumed abandonment was strange and troubling.  It only served to stoke the fire of self-doubt that was consuming my belief in this journey.  But through the grace of God, I was able to find the patience to set those feelings aside long enough to meet with Fr. Bach and plead my case.  I felt better for having done so, and the warmth of God came rushing back, afterward, like the blood to your arm when it's "fallen asleep."  It was just like that, and it felt so good.

Thomas A Kempis wrote something about this (Oh, you knew I was gonna quote him sooner or later), which helped me feel a lot better about these moments when we feel parted from God.  He said:

"I have never known anyone so religious and devout who has not sometimes had a withdrawal of grace or felt a diminishing of fervor.  Never was a Saint so greatly enraptured or enlightened as not to be tempted at some time.  For no persons are worthy of high contemplation unless they have suffered some tribulation from God"

There's something I've learned about temptation, also.  It strikes at your weakest points.  I've noticed that a lot here lately.  The evil one really knows my hot buttons -- fear, pride, sloth, anger, and every guy's favorite sin: lust.  And these are the faults that seem to catch me off-guard every time.  It happened this very morning.  You know, it's kind of weird to be mad at yourself for being mad at someone else.  It's easy to blame the devil for your sins, but he only presents you with the poison cup; you drink from it of your own free will.  And then you feel like you've failed...again.

As I was sitting out on the porch, flogging myself for this morning's transgression, the mail came.  Among the bills and political junk was our Diocesan newspaper, the Messenger.  On the front page was a story about the upcoming ordination of Deacon Nicholas Rottman.  That's 27-year-old Nicholas Rottman.  Twenty-seven!  I'm ten years past twice the age he was at the trail-head of his faith journey.  In fact, I was a freshman at NKU the day he was born!  Oh boy, do I feel old and foolish.  Should I really be attempting this so late in the game of life?  Am I simply trying to rcapture time that has clearly passed me by?  I fear that another quote from Thomas A Kempis might apply to me:

Speaking as Christ: "There are some who are not sincere in their conduct with Me, but, led by curiosity and pride to search the mysteries of God, neglect themselves and their spiritual welfare."

I hope and pray that this is not who I am.  I search my soul every day, for fear that my motives in this are merely selfish ones.  This remains a struggle, and I humbly ask for your continued prayers for clarity of purpose.

On a happier note, today is the feast day of Our Lady of Fatima.  If you're not familiar with the miracle of Fatima, Google it and check it out.  It's a great, true story, which occurred not all that long ago.

Okay, that's it for today's sighs, moaning and weeping.  Please keep me in your prayers, as you will remain in mine.

- Dave

A Little "Face to Face" with the Lord

I stopped by and had a little talk with God today.  This afternoon was my first shift celebrating a Holy Hour in the perpetual adoration chapel, at our church.  The concept of perpetual adoration is for someone to always be in the presence of the exposed Blessed Sacrament.  Part of the reason this is special is because the Blessed Sacrament (a large Eucharist in a special, gold holder called a monstrance) is usually kept in a hidden area called the tabernacle.  As Catholics, we believe the Blessed Sacrament to be the true presence of Christ: body, blood, mind and spirit.  Okay, enough with Theology 101 -- you can Google "Holy Hour" to learn more.  The point is that today was my first day, and it was...awesome!

The main reason I'm mentioning this is because of what I found upon entering the little chapel.  There were four statues there (other than the crucifix).  There was a statue of Mary, one of Joseph, one of Jesus carrying a Roman soldier...and one more.  And that one really caught me off guard.

On the left-hand side of the alter, stood a statue of The Infant of Prague.  Now, ordinarily, that fact wouldn't seem very unusual.  And it wouldn't be terribly noteworthy, if it weren't for the fact that The Infant of Prague has shown up three times now, at times when I was beginning a new chapter in my life.

I first met The Infant when a dear friend of mine gave me a medal with his likeness, as a gift, when I had my tracheostomy tube removed -- thus beginning a new life, free from that burden. 

The second time he showed up was the day I first rolled into a church for Mass, after an absence of many years.  And I was wearing the medal my friend had given me, at that very moment.  I took his presence there, on that alter, as a sign that God was welcoming me back to the Church.

And now today, as I experience the power of Eucharistic adoration for the first time.  I think the little squirt is following me around!

Seriously though, all these "coincidences" have to make you wonder.  It's kind of nice really.  It makes me feel like I'm on the right track.  Just hoping this old engine has enough steam to get over Pine Mountain.  ;-)

I tried to get The Lord to give me a hint as to what was to become of my quest for the priesthood; but alas* he wasn't talking.  We had a nice long talk about it though, so I think we're on the same page.

Keep me in your prayers...you will remain in mine.

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*I like to work "alas" into everything I write.  It makes me sound like I studied Shakespeare -- other than in the 8th grade, where I put forth a memorable reading in the part of Tybalt.  Alas...they killed me.

A Wayward Christian Pets the Lion

Hello again, my (precious few) blog readers.  As most of you already know, I may be on the cusp of the greatest adventure of my life -- in fact, of a new life itself.  So I'm bringing out the blog to begin keeping something of a journal of daily life in my little world.  It could happen that none of what I am hoping for comes to pass.  Actually, in this beginning stage, it's quite likely things will all fall apart.

If my journey does continue, I want to use this space to write about it.  It will serve as a way to update those who are interested on what's going on and how I'm doing.  But even more so, it will be a means of catharsis, as I try to make sense of all the changes, decisions and trials that are swirling about like an F5 tornado -- with me sitting here like a trailer park.  If this doesn't work out, I'll use this same space to moan and grouse and drive you all nuts like I usually do.  After all, what are friends for if you can't lick each other's wounds.  (Okay, that's just weird.  I was stuck for a good metaphor -- but you get the idea.)

I will probably (haven't decided yet) detach this from posting itself on my Facebook account...if I can figure out how to do it.  As I  see it, there's no sense in shoving this stuff down the throat of people who aren't that interested.  So I'll keep my updates confined (as best as my ego will allow) to this blog.  I hope those of you who were in the prayer group, started for me by my nephew, Garret, have found your way here and are following along.  You guys supported me in the darkest of hours, and I'll never forget you for that.  If you're reading this, and aren't part of the Facebook prayer group, I'd be greatly in your debt if you signed up for it.  It's listed under "Pray for Dave."  There, you can also catch up on the background of this joyful event. Notice, I didn't say "luminous event" - that would be presumptuous.  (A little Catholic humor.)

While I'm here, I wanted to share something cool that happened this afternoon.  I was out on the porch reading a book, when an email came in to my cellphone.  I looked at it, and saw that it was an ad from a Catholic Supply website.  The ad went in to great detail on the virtues of a particular little book they were selling.  Here is some of what they said about it:

St. Thérèse of Lisieux began reading this book
when she was only fourteen years old.
She always kept it with her and memorized long chapters.
At this young age she said,
"It was the only book which helped me
for I had not as yet discovered the treasures
which are hidden in Sacred Scriptures.
I carried this little book around with me at all times."

Originally written in the 1400's, this little book
has grown into a literary giant!
It has been read by Catholics and Protestants alike,
by saints and sinners around the world,
and across hundreds of years.
The Imitation of Christ is beloved, studied, and quoted
by St. Thomas More, St. Ignatius of Loyola, and many more.  

It is rare to find one book which speaks
clearly and completely
to your entire being.

A book that can answer questions
you didn't even know you had.

A book that can give you solutions to problems
that have vexed you for years.

A book that can not only help improve
your relationships with others,
but also increase your peace of mind,
deepen your spiritual life,
form a deeper reverence for the Eucharist,
and teach you how to pray.

The more I read about this powerful little book, the more I couldn't wait to hear its title, so as to jump on Amazon.com and buy it. This book sounded like it was exactly what I need to hear at this moment.  It seemed as if the answers to all my questions might be found in whatever this book of wisdom was that they were selling.

But then I came to the book's title - The Imitation of Christ.  At that, I closed the email, put my phone away and went back to reading my book....

Can you guess the title of the book I was reading?  ;-)

Just one of those little moments.

That's about it for now.  I'm waiting to hear from the bishop's office.  Please keep me in your prayers.  You will remain in mine.  There's no greater gift we can offer our friends.

- Dave