Today, if I say that I am feeling the pinch, naturally you would think that I am talking about the economy, and in part that would be correct. I am, of course, in graduate school, living at home with mom and dad, beg for money to drive to school and internship, and have $525 in the bank.
*Ouch* That does hurt. But I’ve got a different pinch in mind.
I was recently surfing the web last week while a professor gabbed about leadership skills, and found a number of sites where proud parents gushed with pride about their child. Their son/daughter had chosen to be a religious or a priest. They faced negative statements from relatives and strangers who did not fully understand that vocational callings are not limiting but actually widen horizons.
That wasn’t what I was looking for. All these sites and articles were published by mothers and fathers who were aware of their child’s vocation, found it valuable and worthy of support.
What about the hundreds (thousands?) of others just like myself who venture to follow God without any familial support? Where were the frustrated musings and postings of parents who denied their child’s faith and religiosity? Did the thought of publicly stating such sentiments keep them silent? Why then do parents find it acceptable to say such things privately to their child, but not in public?
If it’s not acceptable to state on the internet, why should it be uttered to an adult child?
Then again, I’m not entering and neither are my brothers and sisters in Christ entering on the basis of others’ opinions, but for God. But it sure would be nice if we could enter in the hopes of parents and family members sending the occassional letter or helping out with student debt and the clothing list.
March 4, 2009
We have recieved your completed official applicationof possible entrance into our community, the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, and after study of your documents, have decided to accept you for entrance into the community! Congratulations! How such news must warm your heart – and please know that we are most grateful to God as well! Only God can give a religious vocation and thus all honor and glory and gratitude be to Him for this grace! But we also thank you for your response to His offered gift! We can imagine your joy in recieving this news!
[details about entrance date]
In Mary, Mother of the Eucharist,
Mother Assumpta, OP
The raindrop does not want to think that it was the one single event that changed the puddle from becoming a flood.
When will the blood of unborn children cease to be shed, and who will take responsibility for the travesty that will finally be wrought on American soil when God’s ears have been over-filled with the cries of the innocents?
Who will be the one to say that he (or she) was the one that changed the events that were a few court rulings into a massacre?
I’d cry, but the tears wouldn’t end. Last Lent I spent time praying and fasting for the end to abortion and spent much of the time crying for the loss of the children: for the unknown siblings, sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, grandparents, etc.
Yet, on Monday March 9th, Obama will sign an order authorizing widespread provision of federal funds for embryonic stem cell research.
Sometimes I am forced to wonder. Many have prayed, many have fasted. Many have prayed and fasted, yet God stands by. But I know that He stands by our side and is waiting for His perfect moment. I just wish it wouldn’t be at the cost of so many lost lives, loves, and souls.
For years I’ve had one image of Lent, that of going out into the desert. To me the desert signifies letting go of things, of sacrifice, and ardent prayer. This is imagery not only given in readings such as this Sunday’s (Mk 1:12-15) which briefly describes Christ being driven into the desert for fasting and resistance to temptation for 40 days. Or even Hosea, where the proverbial adulterous wife is hedged in, wooed in the desert and so forth.
However I was recently thinking that Lent should invite us to something closer to Christ: the scene between Him and St Simon helping Him take up the gloriously wretched Cross. Are we walking with Christ, close enough that we can be friends, or the bride as He is the Bridegroom? Can we claim to be His helpmate as Eve was to designed to be for Adam?