Recording Catholic Weekend with Steve and Jeff is like being in an animated movie. With a monkey. I’d like to see the real Steve pull on Jeff’s mustache.
oh! it’s 7 Quick Takes Friday! Again!
How did this happen? It’s Friday, again? My surprise has really, well, surprised me!
And I’m not gonna lie, it’s rather convenient to have this little realization as I sit before an empty screen because it gives me something to write about. I figure, if I’m going to continue to call myself a blogger maybe I should, you know, actually post something other than absurd videos gleaned from other people’s Facebook statuses.
So, without further ado, I present to you …
Check out the collection of other 7 Quick Takes Friday posts, hosted at Jennifer Fulwiler’s blog, Conversion Diary.
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Well, it’s Friday. That’s a good thing. It is an especially good thing because I am on vacation for the next 10 days. And I’m not going to do anything. And you’re not going to judge me. And there will be chocolate involved.
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I have a hot date with my husband tonight. We’re going to see The Green Lantern. While it is not necessarily a highlight of my week yet, it will be. The mere anticipation of this date is already a highlight. And it doesn’t even have anything to do with Ryan Reynolds. Maybe.
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In case you didn’t figure this out from #1 above, the term has ended. Amen. And Amen.
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My house looks like a construction zone. Oh, wait, it is a construction zone. Nothing like gutting rooms to resolve that little matter of clutter. Only, clutter begets clutter. I wonder what the Old Testament has to say about all that begetting.
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In the world of blessings, I’ve been working a 10-hr day/4 day work week for almost four years. At first it was a little tough making the adjustment, but having Fridays off has been a boon to my spiritual life. I’ve made a weekly pilgrimage to our chapel for some quiet Jesus-time and prayer, maybe catching the daily Mass or just sitting in the dark with only the natural light coming in from the windows. I can’t believe it’s been so many years, but I noted that this morning since I’m arranging my day to attend the closing Mass for VBS. Because of work I’ve been unable to participate for years, but the closing Mass always gives me a connection to my friends who’ve always put it together and manned the adventure.
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In other news, I haven’t complained about laundry lately, have I? That’s because I haven’t done any due to the construction. I need to make that happen some time this weekend. Things are getting a little ridiculous. I wore a wool suit to work yesterday.
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And finally, I should put a little thank you in here…for prayers answered and unanswered (um, well, maybe the answer was just no), friends near and far, coffee, some really hilarious comic relief, and rain.
God wears a guayabera (and probably smokes Cuban cigars)
He also answers prayers with a deep and resonant laugh. And waves his hands a lot.
It’s been a theater-of-the-absurd kind of day. That’s pretty SOP for the end of the quarter in my line of work … and then some. Things have a way of developing gravitas suddenly and inexplicably, sending an already high strung group of people on both sides of the desk into convulsions.
Lucky for me to have a daily smile texted at dawn. What’s not to love about a toothless grin from a lovable baby?
Perspective, as they say, is everything.
And if it isn’t, it certainly ought to be.
Sometimes the only way to get through some things in life is through prayer. That precious baby picture is part of a larger support group of people who pray for me. Now, I know people have been praying for me for a while. For a number of reasons. As a parent who frequently (I was gonna say religiously…too much? teehee) prays for her children, I know I can count on my own parents’ prayers. People I don’t even know have been praying for my family since my husband’s ALS diagnosis a few years ago. And social media, especially through Twitter and Facebook, has elevated intercessory prayer to an epic level by expanding the reach exponentially.
In the kind of Christian community in which I live and worship, work and play, it’s not unusual to tell someone, “I’ll pray for you,” and then really do it. In fact, I’d venture to say you’ve never really been prayed over until you’ve had a good ole Southern-style laying on of hands, but that’s a post for another day.
Prayer, then, takes many forms — from that spontaneous, extemporaneous artform of our evangelical brothers and sisters to the formal prayer of the Mass and all the beautiful prayers in between, from the sweet appeal to our Guardian Angel to the miraculous power of the Rosary.
I can do that. Mostly. I can follow along in a book or stumble through a poorly memorized and rusty prayer. I can get the job done, so to speak.
The challenge for me is not the deer-in-the-headlights call to lead a prayer for someone else — it’s the humbling appeal to a friend for a special, perhaps desperate, prayer.
There was a time when I wouldn’t have done it.
To acknowledge that kind of neediness is…well…needy. It’s weak. It’s shameful.
It’s ridiculous not to.
It took me a while to get to that realization. And then it became truly humbling, not in the common understanding of humbling to be lowly, but in the truly liberating humility that submits to God. This humility brings me closer to God’s light, an image that draws me more than any other. It is in that light that I bask in God’s love.
To ask my friends for prayer, then, is to let them love me. To give them the opportunity to express to me a love I willingly share with them. It is the grace to be loved.
When I made that adjustment, I realized how often my prayers are answered. Not with a yes or a no, a solution, or a miraculous change in the way things are going, but in the manner in which I receive God’s will. Because with it comes the peace and security of being truly loved.