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Showing posts with label Meditation. Show all posts
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Monday, May 28, 2012

Monday Monday La La La

1980 Confirmation Class Our Lady of the Pillar









































Notice the beautiful mural.
At mass, I would study the beauty of it.
Each and every detail.
The angels' wings, the variety of blues  and the lovely robes.

Back in the day, Confirmation preparation started in Junior High School,
I like that term so much better than Middle School.  Being in Junior
High School meant something being in the middle means nothing.
By the  end of 8th grade the area Bishop would come to perform the sacrament.
All those confirmed would make their own commitment and accept
the responsibility as adult members of the Church.
 
Confirmation is intended as the passage to adulthood in the Church.
Now the sacrament is not performed until high school because
it shouldn't be forced by parents but selected by those being confirmed.
You select a name and sponsor.
My name was Joan from Saint Joan of Arc. 

My mother in her infinite wisdom didn't force us.  It was our
choice alone.  This was really significant and I have never forgotten it.

As part of the confirmation class of 1979,
my preparation changed my life.  It was at
a Catholic Youth Organization (CYO) camp that I accepted the
Lord as my Savior.  It was at this camp, over a weekend, my life
changed forever.  I invited Jesus into my heart and he has been there
ever since. The whole experience is what I imagine being born
again feels like.

It was also at this camp that I met Creighton Fung. 
I was an impressionable young girl and Creighton was a young
college student.  He made a lasting impression on me. I never forgot
him.   I don't know if he knows it but he helped lead me closer to God.
As a young college student he made being Catholic look cool.
It helped that Creighton had this cool Kermit the Frog sounding voice.
In my young girl understanding, Creighton seemed artsy and sensitive.

It was cool then and is still cool now.

It was during this weekend, I heard Cat Stevens for the first
time. I met Maria D'Amato, who had a little sister, Francesca,. just my age.
Maria and Francesca mother's, Pauline, was a "church lady" at the parish.
Threads of  the Lord  to create a living church family.


Francesca is still one of my brother's, Joe, closest friends.
This is a reminder,  you never know how you will
touch a life.  Make it a positive and lasting impression.


























Happy Memorial Day.  Thank you to each and
every family who has made the greatest
sacrifice to ensure we live free.

God bless the United States of America.



Sunday, April 22, 2012

Morning Prayer

 Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise


I rise
I rise.

Dr. Maya Angelou 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Breaking through Winter

The Lenten season started yesterday.
It is one of my favorite times of the year.  Time to pray, reflect and recommit. 
 "Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return."







There is no character, howsoever good and fine,
but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless.

Mark Twain