Thoughts from Mass 5/10/20 (5th Sunday of Easter, Mother’s Day)
@ St. Hubert’s
(a bit salty today lol)
Spring <3 a day teary with beauty
Mary with a crown of flowers
There are many rooms in my Father’s house/do not be afraid and have no doubt <3
Word -> action/government/structure
More about the priesthood (what a sausagefest :/)
Don’t! show! the! empty! pews!
The holy pause, the holy silence, Dumiel [The Silence of God]? no, because it is we who are silent, not God
Let us build a house of living stone (song)
Sorry, I can’t be filled with the Holy Spirit and be a living stone and all that. I’m but a lowly, stupid, inherently incapable or less capable female. I’m forever a *widow* to be taken care of by these “spiritually exemplary” men. Bah!
>They *widow* us! / Widowed by the church
“Do not let your hearts be troubled... In my father’s house, there are many dwelling-places... Where I am, you also may be.”
“I am the Father and the Father is in me.”
Not the way *to* Jesus/God, but *in* Him, *of* Him, that *is* Him
>Eucharist
“We can’t go to the place we’ve always gone to be with Christ” :(
see the Host at a distance - meant to go deeper into us
“The Eucharist is the *fullest* expression of our communion with God”
>I’m hungry, I’m growing empty
I’m a mighty pebble in the house of the Lord. A mighty, living bit of gravel - a speck of stone dust
The inner room - within - that *wants*
God will always be with his people - and surely that must mean all of humanity-?
>is there ever or will there ever be a point where a single person is beyond the reach of God? outside of God? beyond God’s love?
I still don’t quite believe in prayer - collective prayer, at least - in the power of prayer to really affect anything in the world. Perhaps personally, individually. But never for any major things. Another one of my shortcomings.
I love You above all things. I desire to unite myself wholly to You. The *desire* for Communion
Sometimes I imagine if I were to end up alone when I’m older I’d join a large convent full of lively spiritual study and community. My days would be filled with learning and worship, united in study, working together through doubts and disconnects, cheerfully helping one another along our journey to truth through Christ. Daily Mass. Working with hands and mind. Oh, it’s be far more of an indulgence than any sort of sacrifice.
But I’d rather not end up alone; or, I’d rather be in a partnership of love than a sisterhood of love.
Who am I kidding. They’d never let me become a nun lol. For many reasons, of course, but definitely one specific love-related one. How that realization breaks my heart
