Suffering refines us, as we endure it, and it refines all of humanity, as we leave it at the foot of the cross, our own small pebble added to a cairn the size of the whole world.
The vulnerability of the sick and disabled is a great strength. Their receptivity to earthly love makes them powerful conduits for the heavenly kind.
There’s no denying the fact that valuing and respecting all life, including the lives of the disabled, is never the easy or politically expedient thing to do. In fact, it’s usually the most difficult.
As we raise our children, we try to remember that we are their stewards for the time being. This practice is a little more intensified when your child nears the brink of death, and is brought back to life again.
You’ve probably heard the phrase “offer it up” as a super-Catholic, sometimes flippant response to life’s problems. If you’ve ever wondered what it actually means, this is the post for you.
This is not a simplistic “God never closes a door without opening a window” speech. It’s just a reminder that a negative (or absent) response does not have to mean the end of a relationship with God.
I believe now, in my bones, that God is in control and will order all these scary moments into a beautiful whole, someday.
Don’t I? I think I do. Right?
In asking us to willingly choose a cross and do work, God does not promise us any immunity from failure or from other suffering.
Welcome, new readers! This blog has grown a lot in the last two weeks, and I am really, really grateful that you are here, however you found your way. Many of you have chimed in with wonderful, supportive comments, and I am so glad to know that you have identified pieces of yourself in pieces…… Continue reading To my brothers and sisters in the trenches