Some Thoughts About Japan

I can’t watch the videos any more. Or look at devastating photographs.  I don’t turn on the radio to hear about possible nuclear meltdowns (whatever that means, no one’s bothered to break it down for non-physicist me).  I’m not hiding under a rock, I know what is going on. Rather, I’m not seeking out footage, airwaves, etc.

Psychologically, it’s mind-boggling. Emotionally, it’s heart-wrenching.  Spiritually speaking: I’m not asking what God has done, but what He has permitted.  I’m asking what I can do spiritually to help out.

Pray, united with the intercession of the Angels, Saints, and Our Lady of Akita.

— edited 9:30pm —

Consider the lost Souls:

  • no Last Rites were available
  • no Consolation
  • their Guardian Angels
  • the demons tormenting and spiritually attacking them
  • the moments of doubt of a benevolent God
Consider the resulting damage:
  • Nearly inconsolable grief
  • Doubts of God’s Mercy
  • Turning away from God
  • Anger at it all
  • statement’s like the psalmists’  Where is their God now?
  • Spiritual attacks of doubt and despair

a quote about the Holy Cross

“My daughter, if the Cross was not felt, it could not be called a Cross. Be certain that if you stand beneath the Cross you will never be lost. The Devil has no power over those souls who weep near the Cross. My daughter, how many would have abandoned Me, if I had not crucified them. The Cross is a very precious gift, and many virtues can be learned through it.” — Jesus to St. Gemma

Lenten Reflection

Lent is a solemn and sober season.  It is at once my most favorite, and one that I do not always look forward to with eagerness, but I do look forward to it with a certain spiritual sobriety and longing.

In 2008 I fasted particularly strongly: no noise, music, or auditory stimulation at all. The only music, conversation etc occurred every Sunday at Mass.  It took me a good two weeks after Easter to turn the radio on in the car.  I cannot fast that way this year, however I am curtailing my music choices.  I’m cutting certain practices out, and resuming some spiritual reading.  What I mean by cutting certain practices out, is not like giving up chocolate or not watching television to gain more time to read.  Rather I’m gouging out unsavory practices: habitual sin. I know that it’s going to flare up before it ceases, but it will end.

As Lent is somber, there’s a pervasive element of despair.  It’s the desert season: without water, without seeming refuge; exposed under scrutiny however painful.  It’s a time that I give myself permission to spiritually flounder, and I pray for it as well.  I know that I need pruning and trimming.  It’s a difficult process, but in being aware that I need to go through it, I have to let it occur.  I do not like it.  I do not willingly seek it out in joy.

Do we enjoy scrubbing the toilet? No, but wouldn’t you rather have a clean toilet to purge into when you’ve got food poisoning?  Well, it’s the same spiritually. We need to enter into Lent and it’s sobriety to purge our Souls.