Like working for justice? Like seeing faith in action? Of course you do! You’re my blog readers! So go read this blog, a fantastic series of reflections on service-learning, community, and justice-seeking: The Center for FaithJustice.
It features a couple Domers, to boot!
One of the true blessings of going to Notre Dame is that I have good friends who have entered the religious life. Last year I traveled to Ann Arbor to see my friend Kristin, now Sr. Louis Marie, profess her vows. Here is a video of the vestition (reception of the habit) of my friend Santiago, now Br. Tomas Martin. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that both of my friends in religious life became Dominicans- it’s an awesome order. I am so proud of them! You can see Br. Tomas best around the 8:30 mark- he’s at the front of the line on the left hand side.
I sometimes took it for granted while I was in school, but the rich Catholic culture of Notre Dame really did a lot to cement my faith. Many kids stop going to church in college, but at Notre Dame going to Mass on Sunday was the normal thing to do. More than any other aspect of college, I think I will miss that environment for the rest of my life.
“Christ’s discipleship today ought to have more to do with our Lord’s concern for the poor of the earth, and for the earth itself, than with our individualistic lifestyles.”
via Lent gets an update: More add social service to sacrifice – USATODAY.com.
I’ve decided I’m giving up fancy coffee drinks. I’ll still drink coffee (I can’t help it, I need the caffeine), but I don’t like drip coffee nearly as much as lattes and the like, so it will definitely be a sacrifice. I’m always complaining I don’t make enough money to tithe, but by spending less at coffee shops and on coffee drinks at the grocery store, I will have no excuse but to contribute to the offertory every Sunday of Lent, whether financially or through food stamp-funded donations. I’ve heard it said that you should always try to give up something that you aren’t quite sure that you can give up. This is it for me. What about you?
Yesterday I came home from work, fell asleep, slept until 11, woke up, went to eat Waffle House with my boyfriend, came home, showered, read for a little while, fell asleep at 1 and slept until 7. Yes, that’s 12 hours of sleep.
On a completely different and much more serious note, I would like to ask your prayers and good thoughts for my mother’s friend Carol. She was taken to hospice care last night after a long battle with chronic leukemia. Her family is flying in to be with her, she’s comfortable, and it’s finally time for her to rest. My mom put it well- she has given so much to others, it’s awesome to see her getting it back now as she slips toward Home. Those of us left behind will miss her presence, but it’s selfish to want to keep her confined in such a sick and exhausted body. Rest in peace, Carol. May angels lead you in.
For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith; in the future there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day; and not only to me, but also to all who have loved His appearing.
2 Timothy 4:6-8
“Joy” was Lewis’ term for a stab of longing that unexpectedly welled up in him during moments of contemplation, such as listening to opera or reading an ancient Norse tale.
In his book, “The Weight of Glory,” Lewis wrote that the yearning he experienced during those moments convinced him there was another existence beyond this world.
“For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a love we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never visited.”
via Surprised by C.S. Lewis: Why his popularity endures – CNN Belief Blog – CNN.com Blogs.
Things that currently make my heart sing:
- Praying Evening Prayer for social justice with faith-filled Dominican priests (who not only taught the congregation how to pray the Hours, but taught us how to chant!)
- A church where community is a lived reality
- Rain drumming on my office’s tin roof
- Discovering the best pulled pork ever at a hole-in-the-wall Irish pub
- The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver (I’m pretty sure that everything she writes turns to gold)
- Perching unsteadily on the edge of the grad school process- tingling with excitement and uncertainty
- A faith-sharing small group that has grown from a collection of disparate strangers to a circle of unlikely friends
- A beautiful, devoted friend who is putting aside the pressing needs of daily life to fly down to Atlanta and nourish my heart when I need it most
- Deep, loud laughter and true, undeniable joy.
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided.
Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me.