Bring Us into Your Life

Eternal Lover of Your children,
bring us into Your life,
make us sharers in Your love
and transmitters of it.
Help us to become serene and patient
in the midst of our frustrations,
but at the same time
make us heroic adventurers,
brave, gentle, tender,
but without fear
and with radiant faces.

— Rufus Jones

St. John of God

St. John of God picked me!

Moneybags at A Catholic Life (via Julie D.) reminded us Catholics about “the practice of picking a saint at random to be your ‘holy protector’ for the year. Actually, the saint is the one who chooses us though.” He quotes an excerpt from St. Faustina:

There is a custom among us of drawing by lot, on New Year’s Day, special Patrons for ourselves for the whole year. In the morning during meditation, there arose within me a secret desire that the Eucharistic Jesus be my special Patron for this year also, as in the past. But, hiding this desire from my Beloved, I spoke to Him about everything else but that. When we came to refectory for breakfast, we blessed ourselves and began drawing our patrons. When I approached the holy cards on which the names of the patrons were written, without hesitation I took one, but I didn’t read the name immediately as I wanted to mortify myself for a few minutes. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my soul: “I am your patron. Read.” I looked at once at the inscription and read, “Patron for the Year 1935 - the Most Blessed Eucharist.” My heart leapt with joy, and I slipped quietly away from the sisters and went for a short visit before the Blessed Sacrament, where I poured out my heart. But Jesus sweetly admonished me that I should be at that moment together with the sisters. I went immediately in obedience to the rule.

— Excerpt from Divine Mercy in My Soul, the Diary of St. Faustina

For me, it is not so much the idea of a “holy protector” but a chance to meet and get to know another friend in the Body of Christ. And as with my contemporary friends, this friend has something to teach me too if I am open him.

[image: St. John of God]

From a little internet research, the following points jumped out at me about St. John of God:

  • Born March 8, 1495. Died March 8, 1550.

  • From different resources, St. John of God is the patron saint of booksellers and printers because he initially traveled from town to town selling religious books and holy cards; of the sick (some sources emphasize heart patients), hospitals, and nurses because of his work with the sick poor and starting a hospital in Granada, Spain; and of firefighters because he once rushed into a burning hospital to rescue patients, blankets, and mattresses. It so happens that I love books and am a heart patient.

  • The Order of Brothers Hospitallers of Saint John of God was founded after his death.

  • John “heeded the word of God when he was already forty years old”. I was baptized at Easter three years ago when I was 40.

  • John was known to be quite impulsive to help others. I get the impression that he often acted first before thinking, and as a result, had to deal at times with unwanted consequences. That never deterred him! There are times where I act quickly, more so now than before, but then again, there are those times when I feel crippled by indecision and inaction.

  • John was noted for “a spirit of humility” and “a deep interior prayer life”. Both of which, with God’s grace, I am striving for.

  • John was blessed with the stigmata.

From the Saint of the Day for March 8:

The utter humility of John of God, which led to a totally selfless dedication to others, is most impressive. Here is a man who realized his nothingness in the face of God. The Lord blessed him with the gifts of prudence, patience, courage, enthusiasm and the ability to influence and inspire others. He saw that in his early life he had turned away from the Lord, and, moved to receive his mercy, John began his new commitment to love others in openness to God’s love.

And from Catholics Online, this prayer:

Saint John of God, pray for us to act out of love as soon as we feel the promptings of the Holy Spirit. Pray for us to learn to fight the little voices in our heads and hearts that give us all sorts of practical reasons to wait or delay in our service of God. Amen

We are bums who have been given…

This seems an appropriate thought for the last day of the year.

If you were to die tonight and stand before God, and He were to ask you, “Why should I take you to Heaven?” What would you say?

We can argue forever your answer or my answer, but here is God’s answer. It is on almost every page of the New Testament: because of Christ, the water of eternal life is free, “without price”. All we have to do is to believe in Him, hope in Him, love Him. Not worthiness but love and desire are our only qualifications. We are bums who have been given clean wedding garments (Mt 22:12) and free entrance tickets to the wedding. The real surprise is that we are not just guests, we’re the Bride.

— Peter Kreeft, You Can Understand the Bible

God bless you. May you have a most fruitful year. Never forget—all is gift.

Good from Bad

There is a little old Christian lady living next door to an atheist. Every morning the lady goes out onto her front porch and shouts, “Praise the Lord!”
The atheist yells back, “There is no God.”
She does this every morning with the same result.
As time goes on, the lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food. She goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with groceries, then says, “Praise the Lord.”
The next morning she goes out onto the porch and there are some groceries. Of course she shouts, “Praise the Lord!”
The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says, “Ha! I bought those groceries—there is no God.”
The lady looks at him and smiles. She shouts, “Praise the Lord! Not only did You provide for me Lord, You made Satan pay for the groceries!!”

Boys, Rocks and Water

[image: Boys at the lake]

With it being such an exceptionally warm day for late December, and the grass fires a safe ten or so miles away, the three younger kids and I went to play in the park at a nearby lake. Afterwards, we drove around to our favorite point and went on a short hike next to the water.

All this begs the question—what is it with boys, rocks, and water? 🙂

(Apologies for photo quality, cell phone camera. Notice the red Oklahoma dirt? It really is that red.)