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In your neighborhood, at work, school and on the soccer field; at the movies, at the mall and at church, curious eyes are on you. You are being watched. Why you? Because everyone around you craves something more than they are expperiencing. Someithing more joyful and enduring.
Deceived by the world, they try to conjure up a meaningful existence on their own merit. They try to find joy in a book, a seminar, food, shopping, drugs and every new enticement that comes their way. They are looking for love in all the wrong places.
Posted in Countercultural, Evangelism, Holy Spirit, Identity, Joy, Nancy Ward, Sharing YOUR Faith Story
Tagged CatholicMom.com, faith, God, grace, Holy Spirit, love
Clones by Mariyas (Wikimedia commons)
I grew up in the shadow of my sister who was 18 months older than me. I followed her around, copying her every preference and obeying her every request. She convinced me that her likes and dislikes, friends and fashions were the best and only choices possible for me. When she was 16, she got married, leaving me wondering who I was without her.
Lifting Hands by Vladimer Ovchimikov (DollarPhotoClub.com)
“Bless the LORD, my soul; and do not forget all his gifts, who pardons all your sins, and heals all your ills,” (Psalm 103:2-3)
As my husband and I waited on the frontage road to access the busy freeway, a large SUV rear-ended our Lexus sedan. Our car pointed west at an angle, while my head pointed east to monitor the oncoming traffic. The startling jolt pushed our car part way into the access lane, resulting in back injuries for both of us, and a shoulder injury for me. Luckily, I could drive home and didn’t feel a lot of pain until we got to the X-ray lab that our family doctor recommended. The next morning I knew I was in trouble when I couldn’t get out of bed, put on my clothes or tie my shoes by myself. We were as pitiful as two drowning rats trying to survive on a sinking ship. Continue reading
Fr. Bob Hilz, TOR
Isaiah 55:10-11; Ps 65:11-14; Romans 8:18-23; Matthew 13:1-9
Parables are simple life stories that Jesus told his large audiences. They are down to earth everyday stories that were in their normal experiences like agricultural or fishing.
When we read these Jesus stories we see the various levels of people around Jesus. In his public life you can put Jesus in the center and then put around Jesus those closest to him, apostles and then his disciples both men and women. In the next set of circles you have three levels in the audience. There are his closest followers, those who came to hear Jesus out of curiosity and those who came to find fault with Jesus’ healing, teaching and deliverance from evil spirits. Beyond those levels are the pagans, the non-believes that those closest to Jesus were sent out to tell the world the good news about salvation in Jesus. Continue reading
Posted in Catholic, Community, Fr. Bob Hilz, Holy Spirit, Jesus, Joy, Sacraments, Scriptures
Tagged disciples, fruits of spirit, parables, shine
Four young woman chatting in a coffee shop by Igor Mojzek (Dollarphotoclub,com)
A trip with my husband to a technical conference in Colorado, meant I was on vacation and on my own during the day. I could freely explore the beautiful resort hotel with every amenities imaginable. The hotel shuttle was available to take me anywhere within a three-mile radius.
I found a church two miles away and happily headed for 8 a.m. Mass on Monday morning. It was a small quiet sanctuary and I looked forward to spending some prayer time after mass. But the staff was setting up for Vacation Bible School (VBS) so I retreated to a side chapel where a few women were gathering to say the rosary.
As soon as the last prayer was said, loud music began for VBS. We almost ran to get away from the noise. Outside, three women welcomed me with warmth and curiosity. They introduced themselves: Regina, Cindy and Sharon. I was right at home talking to them about our Catholic faith/ Sharon offered to drive me to the hotel instead of my calling the shuttle. I welcomed the opportunity to talk with her, a recent convert from a fundamentalist non-denominational church. Although younger than me, she felt she was at the end of her life. She was so glad she had come “home,” even with the disapproval of her family.