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Got Joy? Latest posts 1-10-20

Latest posts: Cause of Our Joy: How Mary helps us share our story – I discovered Mary’s place in my life and in the Church quite late into my life-long conversion as a Catholic. I began paying attention to what I accepted in my head but never got to my heart, like the importance of Mary. NewEvangelizers: Butterflies at Wal-Mart? Her touch seemed to freeze us in time. I barely was aware of the noisy crowd as if the three of us were invisible to them. Friars Corner: Jesus wants to be our best friend and savior – May the Holy Spirit pierce your heart and mind in these first days of the New Year with great amazement for all that God does for us each day. May you spend a little time each may just loving the Trinity from the depths of your heart. Prayer Companion: Come, Holy Spirit – How do we acquire the Holy Spirit when we are alone, frustrated, and confused? A prayer that works anywhere, anytime: “Come, Holy Spirit!” This calms us and brings us into communion with God. The Gate of the Year – And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.” Best of 2019: I wanted an Everyday Church – I wanted to be part of that original church, to be in close relationship with Jesus like those kneeling, receiving his body and blood as often as they could, to know about saints and martyrs who went before us in faith.

NewEvangelizers: Butterflies at Wal-Mart?

“I love your dress!” came at me like a chant from a cheerleader. A second voice echoed, “I love your dress!” I look up to see two joyful women. “Do I know them?” I asked myself.
I didn’t come to Wal-Mart to seek wardrobe affirmation but, having checked out, was looking for my friend who would be checking out about now. I must have walked by the two women without seeing them until one of them put her hand on my arm to slow me down. Her touch seemed to freeze us in time. I barely was aware of the noisy crowd as if the three of us were invisible to them. The two women were all smiles. “We just saw a butterfly outside!” the first one said. The second woman chimed in, “Just like one of those on your dress.” She pointed out the particular butterfly by touching one on my dress.