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There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via vampire-akasha-was-here)
Virginity is not honored because it is bodily integrity, but because it is something dedicated to God…Nor do we extol virgins because they are virgins, but because they are virgins dedicated to God in loving continence.“
St. Augustine,
De Sancta virginitate (circa 401 A.D.)
Not my norm to share pictures like this, but I felt this was important.
When you support abortion “at any time” for “every woman” for “any reason,” this is what that looks like. This is what a baby looks like after she has been murdered and discarded like trash. If you support a woman’s “right to choose,” then you really should have to see what exactly that choice looks like.
The child was intact and her body was retrieved after a late-term abortion. The memorial service, organized by Operation Save America, was held outside of City Hall in Orlando.
“We are here because this baby was killed in the darkness, and we come to honor her in the bright light of day,” Fr. Pavone declared in his remarks. “The abortion industry wants to hide the violence done to these children, but we must be committed to expose it.”
Mary Magdalene … did not do what you and I would do. She did not pour out the precious perfume drop by drop as if to indicate by the slowness of the giving the generosity of the gift. She broke the vessel and gave everything, for love knows no limits. Immediately the house was filled with perfume. It was almost as if, after the death of that perfume and the breaking of the bottle, there was a resurrection. Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the death of our Lord and his broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on the way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.
- Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen
“I want to be a mailman so I can let people know when it’s their birthday.”
A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns
G. K. Chesterton (via chestertonian)
I had many reasons not to be Catholic when I decided to be Catholic. I was baptized Catholic as a baby, but as I got older I didn’t like what the Church taught about Mary, sex, homosexual marriage, contraception, the pope, and you know, like, all the rest.
I actually stumbled back into the Church very much by accident. After a tiring and determined period of atheism, I went through a series of belief exchanges trying to find “where I fit.” After I realized I was more or less a deist, I quickly realized I didn’t believe deism made sense. I couldn’t fathom a created world not crumbling apart from the care and attention of its first cause. I examined Islam, Judaism, various sects of Protestantism, and eventually came to my own set of personal beliefs about God and the world. I wanted to be anything but Catholic. I wanted to believe in freedom and love and compassion, which was not Catholicism (or so I thought). It was around this time that I happened across the Catechism of the Catholic Church I received as part of my Confirmation process in high school. Here was my chance, I thought, to get a sneak peak into what the Church taught so I could be more equipped to refute it and more ready to defend myself from its oppressive tyranny. And instead, I was floored. This was poetry. This was beauty. This was intellectual. This was true. I found that Catholicism had all the answers to all the questions of my mind. But, I won’t get too carried away with that story. That is why I chose to be Catholic. But, it is not why I stay Catholic. Because, most importantly, Catholicism has all the answers to my heart’s aching, burning questions. I stay Catholic for one primary reason: Jesus Christ, the God of the universe and Lord of heaven and earth, through whom I exist and in whom I live and move and have my being, wants to be one flesh with me. I have a deep yearning thirst for unshaking, eternal love. And I find that in the Eucharist.k In many ways, I am a different person than I was three, four, five years ago. Still in many ways, though, I am very much the same. I am fickle. I am irritable. I lack patience and humility. I care deeply for humanity, and I am regularly disappointed and devastated by the lack of compassion displayed by those who claim Christ as their Lord. Every now and then, I grow weary. I get run down. I suck. People suck. Sometimes I even ask myself why I stay Catholic. And the answer is always just a short drive away, waiting for me in the perpetual Adoration chapel. The Eucharist is the source of my hope, life, joy, peace, and the very meaning of my life. I stay Catholic because, if I lost the Eucharist, I would lose everything that makes my life livable. I stay Catholic because I believe this radical love story is true. God became my sustainence. He became my nourishment. He became food and drink for me. Out of love. Because He wants such a radically close intimacy with me that He dwells within me not only spiritually but physically. I stay Catholic because this Eucharistic love enriches my life in such a powerful way that my life would be over if it were ever taken from me. As I mentioned earlier, I received a Catechism during my Confirmation preparation. But, at my Confirmation, I received graces that would enrich my life as soon as I was willing to receive them several years later. And by the grace of God, at my confirmation, I took Peter as my Confirmation name. And like Peter, if even the world walked away from the gift of the Eucharist, my heart, though perhaps confused and exhausted, would beat to an unchanging rhythm: Master, to whom else can I go?
Beautiful words from my friend Tori that I couldn’t not share,
Inhaling the cool breeze & vivacious green while listening to the streaming waters Photo cred: F. Villanueva
“I saw two roads. One was broad, covered with sand and flowers, full of joy, music and all sorts of pleasures. People walked along it, dancing and enjoying themselves. They reached the end without realizing it. And at the end of the road there was a horrible precipice; that is, the abyss of hell. The souls fell blindly into it; as they walked, so they fell. And their number was so great that it was impossible to count them. And I saw the other road, or rather, a path, for it was narrow and strewn with thorns and rocks; and the people who walked along it had tears in their eyes, and all kinds of suffering befell them. Some fell down upon the rocks, but stood up immediately and went on. At the end of the road there was a magnificent garden filled with all sorts of happiness and all these souls entered there. At the very first instant they forgot all their sufferings” (Diary 153).
- St. Faustina Kowalska, “Diary: Divine Mercy in My Soul”
it is so upsetting listening to so many males talk about all of the times they have gone on road trips alone and slept in their cars alone or on the side of the road, or travelled overseas alone and slept on the floor of strangers homes or in parks or at hostels, and they appear to have such freedom in that they are able to be alone in ways that females, unfortunately, cannot. and there is an ignorance surrounding this in that these boys never seem to comprehend just how fortunate they are that strange people and unfamiliar places and the dark of night are not their enemies but rather exciting, promising things.
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Arctic Cathedral in Norway, consecrated in 1965.
The higher your faith, the less you have to analyze, because you just accept. You know Jesus. He comes to you in disguised form, and the disguised form is pain, people, imperfections, sufferings, health, weather, opportunities, work, thousands of things, your faults, your weakness, your temperaments—the whole thing blessed.
Mother Angelica, EWTN (via sermoveritas)
As a gay Catholic I am frustrated with people who reduce [same sex marriage] to an issue of love.
The Church never says we gays cannot love certain people! In fact Christ demands that we love! But sex is not the definition of love. I don’t have to have sex with a guy to love him.
As a gay Catholic I don’t see how celibacy is cruel? It’s hard, yes, but it’s not cruel. Every sinner has their own “celibacy”, something they want to do but are not able to. It’s hard for them. Is God being cruel to them too?
Finally the Church never says WE are disordered but that the tendency is disordered. We are not our tendencies. But the world says that you are. The world tells you to define yourself by your feelings. In the Church you are a person who struggles with (intense) gay feelings. In the world you are a gay person, it becomes your identity. That’s why some people take Church teaching so personally, but that is the world’s fault, not the Church’s.
By the way, disorder is not a bad word. It simply means that something is contrary to the created order. I.E. God created the male and female body for each other (obvious biological truth) and a desire that goes against that is disorder. It’s simple semantics.
quote is from awesome reply to this post
Suffering does not prove the “absence” of God’s love…it reveals the depth of it.
Mark Hart (via by-grace-of-god)
Where the Devil wants me to see weaknesses and shortcomings, I see a chance to receive God’s grace and direction more intimately.
Attitudes that will change your life from SayThat 169 (via thebridgechicago)
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via amargedom)
