Invisible Minority

In a rut...

I am currently without a spiritual director, after having gone to a very nice, very holy priest for two or three sessions. It's quite a toughie to find a good one with whom you can be totally honest, as St. Josemaria bids us to be. Our SD must know our whole heart, our whole soul. There can be nothing hidden.

Sigh.

Oh, and speaking of the "saint of the ordinary", lookie what I have:

"The Forge". I love it, it's so teeny! The format is so convenient. Heehee.

It's been a while...

In case you were wondering, "inochi no uta" means "song of life" in Japanese. (And no, I am not Japanese.)

Now you know. (Bill Nye the Science Guy!)

St. Peter, pray for our Pope...

The Holy Father quotes somebody else and the media blame him for what that somebody else said. And let's throw in the ubiquitous violent Islamic protestors (some people need to learn new-- ahem, more peaceful --tricks)...

I love this line, go down to post #9. The MSM and most of the West's view summed up perfectly, "[be quiet], Church, we don't want to hear the truth". Of course, the bracketted words are my edit, but you can read the original (the effect is better) at CAF. Gotta love it!

And in these times, an excerpt from a beautiful hymn from the Adoremus hymnal:

"Round Peter's chair may all unite;
From blinded eyes the veil withdraw;
The minds of rulers set aright
Who bind your Church beneath their law;
Where faith grows dim and hopes are frail,
Thy kingdom come, thy truth prevail."

We Move Along...

Thank God you don't have to deal with scrupulosity, if you've been so blessed. It's a mothership of a nightmare... Heh.

How to get out of the hole you have made for yourself? And how to separate what is your fault and what is not?

And the song, cuz you knew there was one coming: (emphases mine for, well, emphasis)

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be...
...not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these

I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands...

...We are God's hands
We are God's hands
-"Hands" by Jewel

Ruminating...

I was just thinking about the similarity between St. Josemaria Escriva's spirituality and St. Therese of Lisieux's. People often think of Opus Dei (oooh... dun dun DUN!) when they hear of the former and of gentleness and meekness when they hear of the latter, but they are not that different at all (not that some people don't know this... I just like to state the not so popular obvious). It's all about finding sanctification in the little things, the mundane things in life; the Way and the Little Way.

Now what one needs to do to achieve that is to learn temperance and self-control... something quite lacking in yours truly...

"Love is not a victory march..."

Does this happen to anyone else? I have an overly developed sense of sin, I suppose, and the weirdest thing is that I feel sinful for the sins of others as if I were the one committing the wrong... It's very wearying (is that the word?). I guess maybe I recognize myself in them? Or the potential? I dunno. It's not a nice sensation. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Probably.

How does one deal with this? Heh, maybe I really should call that SD at Opus Dei...