Tell Me Again the Write Answer

Another day, another procrastination, another inspiration… isn’t life amazing?

Inspiration Point

Inspiration Point (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

As I was stewing around the house, not writing, I wondered what I must get done:  organize that service project?  Tidy up for a biggish group of friends we’re expecting on Saturday?  Cook?  Shop?  Organize rides for the kids, get sports gear together, do the laundry… Am I procrastinating?  YES to all.

When I find myself like this, I know I need to sit quietly, and pray for a few minutes.  The answer will usually come.

Nothing  jumped out at me from the scripture readings.  Then I read the Magnificat Meditation of the Day written by a French married laywoman, Servant of God Elisabeth Leseur, (1866-1914):

Elisabeth Leseur with her husband Felix, an atheist, who converted and became a priest after her death

“All that life reveals each day … all that constitutes our inner being; all of this should one day become words or actions that reveal our depths.”

Is this another directive to write? God is really good about giving me messages I need more than once.  (I don’t always get it the first time…)

“It is a difficult task, a great effort, to express our innermost thoughts, but we must do it, breaking open our souls as we might break open a sacred vase so that others may breathe the divine perfume.”

Helloooo, writers…. That’s the guidance for today.  Again, pretty direct this time (see A Clear Answer, Especially for Writers).  Thank you God, the Holy Father and Holy Spirit.  Let me write in that same spirit, with strength and wisdom from above. Otherwise, my writing is not going to smell anything like ‘divine perfume.’  Quite the contrary…

Holy Spirit painting

Holy Spirit painting (Photo credit: hickory hardscrabble)

Contain those worldly distractions — email  pings, ringing phones, the buzz of the dishwasher finishing.

Sit. Reflect. Pray. Write. Pray again. Re-write.

Make time for the Lord.  Make time to write. I pray for the intersection of these two passions.  I pray that I may write according to your will Lord.

And the final touch from Elisabeth’s meditation:

“As we go along, let us spread ideas, words and desires, without looking back to see who gathers them up.”

She never even blogged… Truth be told, I love comments, likes and followers.  I love to see who reads my words… but I know, that’s not humble.  I struggle with humility Lord.  So I’ll just ask You to help me do it your way God.  It’s always better than mine.

Thank you for all the gifts and guidance you give me God. Amen.


Pray for That Jerk

Forgiveness Mandala by Wayne Stratz

Dreading it as much as dental drilling, I forced myself to go to Confession last night.

During my face to face meeting with the priest (who listened intensely while I talked to my knees) I mentioned, among other transgressions, that I was finding it hard to forgive someone.

Exuding a holy, loving spirit through deep gentle eyes, he said ‘Forgiveness does not mean agreement.  You don’t have to approve what happened.  Just forgive.”  To forgive, pray for the person who offended you — it helps you to let go and cuts the cord.


forgiveness (Photo credit: cheerfulmonk)

Pray for that jerk? Ask God to be good to he who was such an idiot?  The look must have shown on my face.

Father told me a story about one person’s approach to forgiveness in a very difficult situation.  His prayer: “Okay Lord, I won’t object if you help that SOB.”

Minimalist.  But hey, it’s a start.

Try it.  The effect for me was immediate. My heart felt lighter; my soul felt as if a layer of dust had been lifted.

Thank you Lord for a priest so full of your spirit.  His irreverent humor let me laugh, and led me to pray and forgive.  Amen.

Go to confession.  It’s not only good for your soul, it’s good for the jerk.

Don’t Worry. God gets it.

Lookin' down the roadMaybe you haven’t spoken to an old friend in years – it’s a little hard to make that call, even if you’d love to talk to that person.  Was there a falling out?  Or just a withering distance that crept in?  Will they even want to talk to you?  Sometimes it feels that way as we tiptoe back towards God.

There’s a story (told by, that guy, Jesus) that addresses just that experience with God:

The younger of two brothers asked his father for his inheritance.  The father gave it to him, and the son left home.  He partied away all the wealth his father had given him.   After losing his money, friends, everything, the son needed work.  All he could get was a menial job feeding pigs.  He was desperate for food, so desperate that he was willing to eat even what the pigs were given, but he was not allowed even that.

The son realized that the men who worked for his father were better off.  Should he go home? Ashamed of what he had done, the son hoped only to ask for work, and be treated like another hired hand.

His father, who looked down the road every day for his son, had never stopped hoping that his son would come home.  When he saw his son approaching in the distance, the father ran to meet him and embraced his son.

The son began to apologize, but the father didn’t let him finish.  He called his workers to bring his son new clothes, and to prepare for a feast and a celebration.   “For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”  So the festivities began!

And so it is with God.

“In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”  Luke 15:10

You can read the biblical version of the Parable of the Lost Son here.

In another post, we’ll talk about the cranky older brother.  That’s a different point. And keep an eye out for an upcoming post: Sins of the Saints.  If you worry about previous sins and developing faith, this will make you feel better.

For now, just know that God is on the lookout for you, no matter how far down the road you seem to be.