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Today’s Daily Dig – powerful and challenging. Sometimes they just hit home. As we move towards Holy Week, What question do we hear? What response do we offer?

Thy Will Be Done
Edith Stein

“Thy will be done,” in its full extent, must be the guideline for the Christian life. It must regulate the day from morning to evening, the course of the year, and the entire of life. Only then will it be the sole concern of the Christian. All other concerns the Lord takes over. This one alone, however, remains ours as long as we live. And, sooner or later, we begin to realize this. In the childhood of the spiritual life, when we have just begun to allow ourselves to be directed by God, we feel his guiding hand quite firmly and surely. But it doesn’t always stay that way. Whoever belongs to Christ must go the whole way with him. He must mature to adulthood: he must one day or other walk the way of the cross to Gethsemane and Golgotha.

The world is in flames. Are you impelled to put them out?

Source: “Edith Stein: Essential Writings” – Orbis Books.

GREAT TRUTHS CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:

~ No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.
~ When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
~ If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person.
~ Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
~ You can’t trust dogs to watch your food.
~ Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
~ Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
~ You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
~ Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
~ The best place to be when you’re sad is in a loving lap.

GREAT TRUTHS ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:

~ Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
~ Wrinkles don’t hurt.
~ Families are like fudge…mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
~ Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
~ Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.
~ Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD

~ Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
~ Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
~ When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.
~ You get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
~ It’s frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
~ Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.
~ Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

from Mikey!

Pope Paul VI and the search for New Horizons:

A new habit of the mind means a permanent disposition to raise new questions whenever it is so warranted by a gap in our knowledge, and to search for an answer as long as that gap remains open.

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We all are aware that somewhere out there, entirely beyond our field of vision, there is an immense world which is totally unknown to us. We do not even have those fragments of knowledge which would be necessary to raise questions about it; it is twice unknown, in the questions that it hides, and in the answers that it keeps beyond our reach. Not surprisingly, it provokes reluctance in our humanity to enter it – ever! It is no wonder if our humanity revolts and clings to the security of the home where all is well-known.

Ladislas Orsy, S.J. (in The Jurist 1988).

I just thought it was interesting.

So, I was away for a few days at a strategic planning meeting for the National Catholic Young Adult Ministry Association, on whose board I am blessed to sit. As I wade through the emails and snail mails at work and at home, I’ll hold off on responding to some issues, criticisms and questions which arose while I was away.

Meanwhile, in line with Matthew 12:33, I’ve been wondering what the fruit of the movie’s release would be. Some early fruits have been more and interesting conversation between Jews and Christians; greater global awareness of the season of Lent and the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus and here are a couple of other fruits.

fruit gone bad? CNN.com – Couple arrested after ‘Passion’ fight- Mar 18, 2004.

is it a fruit or a vegetable? “Passion” Converts Thief.

a little humorous fruit, kinda like a kiwi? Life of Brian re-release.

and for those who like to savor their fruit: a Multimedia Way of the Cross.

Patrick’s extraordinary return to the site of his oppression – not to wreak his vengeance, but to implant the reconciling seeds of his own hard-won faith – deserves appropriate commemoration. The gospel drove Patrick to return to his oppressors that he might devote his life to their peaceful conversion and the cause of their salvation. But the spiritual conquest of Ireland followed the prior victory of love over the anger and bitterness in his own heart. If the memory of this dimension of St. Patrick’s life had long ago become a feature of his feast day celebration, it might be truly said that there are no serpents left in Ireland.
From All Saints: Daily Reflections on Saints, Prophets, and Witnesses For Our Time, by Robert Ellsberg

Just as the saint in St. Valentine’s Day gets lost in the commercialization of celebration (or the celebration of commercialization), so too does good St. Patrick’s day lose it’s holy origin. Maybe we could take a moment today to celebrate the point – mercy and faith, over vengeance. We could use a bit more of that today.

Happy (and Holy) St. Patrick’s Day

I’m not talking about it, really. I’m just helping the conversation along. This is what I’m doing tonight.

Rachelle Linner writes in a recent Commonweal of St. Blog’s Parish, a loose affiliation of Catholic bloggers… After describing the makeup of the Catholic blogosphere, she says: Curiously, women reigious are absent from St. Blog’s. An absence explained by the conservative bent of many blogs, or just a function of statistics?

This week I sent in a request to St. Blog to be included. (Oh, did you know I was a Catholic sister?) I received permission and instructions how to put the parish’s link on my page. Alas, I don’t have the “fullness” of blogdom and can’t put such links on my page. When I can, I will. I don’t know of any other Catholic sisters with blogs either…. Hmmm, I’m going to have to check into that.

Thanks to Jack Smith who writes for Godspy and the Catholic San Francisco for telling me about Rachelle’s article.

Meanwhile, I love how she ended her column:

I’ll let Flannery O’Connor have the last word: “To have the church be what you want it to be would require the continuous miraculous meddling of God in human affairs, whereas it is our dignity that we are allowed more or less to get on with those graces that come through faith and the sacraments and which work through our human nature….We can’t understand this but we can’t reject it without rejecting life. Human nature is so faulty that it can resist any amount of grace and most of the time it does.” If only she’d had a blog.

Who? Flannery O’Connor or Grace?

When I was growing up in Illinois, I wasn’t interested in plants other than those which we used to hide us from view from the house. Now as my Mom’s gardening “slave,” I find that I adore spending time with the plants. I don’t particularly like the snails that spend it with me (understatement!) but the plants themselves are a delight.

Two weeks ago I prepared the “back strip,” as we call the area about two feet by ten, and dropped in seeds for another year of wild flowers. It took me weeks (okay, when I say weeks, what I really mean is a few hours on a few Saturdays when I could manage to get down here.) I missed last week but upon my triumphant return I find that the little fellers are already sprouting all over the place in the strip. Yay!

I only began caring about and for the plants two and a half years ago, but now I regularly ask Mom, “how are my plants doing?” She actually answers even though she’s the one who makes sure they get water and occasional deadheading throughout the week (and sometimes longer.)

I think it cracks her up when I arrive, even if it’s dark, on a Friday night and after her kiss, the bathroom break and the inevitable laundry lug, I dash out the front door, into the night, to check if the rose bushes have budded out or the tulips have bloomed. Well, I know it cracks her up because I overhear her say to her friend Elaine that I’m out “checking the property” or “walking the acreage.”

Meanwhile the plants grow, bloom, die back and some even come back next year. I love it when that happens!

Get a grip on your deepest passions, your most cherished talents. They’re there for a reason: to be developed, built upon, used for good. Pour yourself into what you do best. Fling your infatuation with what brings you joy to the outermost walls. That’s what God put it there for.
–Mary Beth Ellis

(3/12 entry on the “virtual lent” calendar on BustedHalo)

For Andrew, our SFYAM website guru! He rocks.

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Il Papa wants YOU to have a great weekend!

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