Lord, make me a saint. Fill me with your amazing, radical love that I might be a paradoxical light of goodness and humility in a skeptical world. Give me the grace I need to preach in silence, sharing Your good news in every moment of every day of my life. 

Lord, open my eyes to the goodness of Your Truth. Make me fall in love with you again and again, deeper and deeper, until every prayer I pray and every song I sing in Your Name are the most honest words of my longing heart. Reveal to me Your beauty, fill me with an impossible hope, and help me love like You.

Imit., III, ii

1. Speak Lord, for thy servant heareth.(1) I am Thy servant; O give
me understanding that I may know Thy testimonies. Incline my
heart unto the words of Thy mouth.(2) Let thy speech distill as
the dew. The children of Israel spake in old time to Moses,
Speak thou unto us and we will hear, but let not the Lord speak
unto us lest we die.(3) Not thus, O Lord, not thus do I pray,
but rather with Samuel the prophet, I beseech Thee humbly and
earnestly, Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth. Let not Moses
speak to me, nor any prophet, but rather speak Thou, O Lord, who
didst inspire and illuminate all the prophets; for Thou alone
without them canst perfectly fill me with knowledge, whilst they
without Thee shall profit nothing.

2. They can indeed utter words, but they give not the spirit.
They speak with exceeding beauty, but when Thou art silent they
kindle not the heart. They give us scriptures, but Thou makest
known the sense thereof. They bring us mysteries, but Thou
revealest the things which are signified. They utter
commandments, but Thou helpest to the fulfilling of them. They
show the way, but Thou givest strength for the journey. They act
only outwardly, but Thou dost instruct and enlighten the heart.
They water, but Thou givest the increase. They cry with words,
but Thou givest understanding to the hearer.

3. Therefore let not Moses speak to me, but Thou, O Lord my God,
Eternal Truth; lest I die and bring forth no fruit, being
outwardly admonished, but not enkindled within; lest the word
heard but not followed, known but not loved, believed but not
obeyed, rise up against me in the judgment. Speak, Lord, for Thy
servant heareth; Thou hast the words of eternal life.(4) Speak
unto me for some consolation unto my soul, for the amendment of
my whole life, and for the praise and glory and eternal honour of
Thy Name.

(1) 1 Samuel iii. 9. (2) Psalm cxix. 125. (3) Exodus xx. 19.
(4) John vi. 68.

"If you believe what you like in the gospels, and reject what you don’t like, it is not the gospel you believe, but yourself."

— St. Augustine (via dianology)

Reading this made me pretty sad. And not because she’s so obviously and entirely wrong and each word grated against my every moral fiber. She was right. At least about how most people seem to be approaching ‘purity’.

Now this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing with her. But I think if I were to take this article and put in every effort in shooting it down, justifying the common male perspective on female purity, I’d just be proving her right.

When a man looks at a woman and labels her ‘slut’, he has lost. When a man looks at a woman and labels her ‘prude’, he has lost. He has lost sight of who the woman is and where her beauty lies. He has lost any right to receive anyone’s trust. And he lost any chance at finding someone who could pull him out of his ego and into a bigger and better world.

But when we notice an abusive approach to valuing something, especially a virtue, we definitely shouldn’t throw that thing away entirely. It’s the same as judging all white people for being over-privileged racists or all people of a religion for the mistakes of a few irrational extremists (or weak-willed clergymen). We notice narrow-mindedness and respond by turning around rather than actually seeking the Truth that lies within and beyond. And the truth is always harder.

So first thing, this shouldn’t be a double standard. If I, a male, choose to value purity in a woman’s choices and actions, I too must be pure. I have to practice the same modesty and self-control that I am ‘expecting’ from some woman. I can’t look at ‘purity’ the same way ‘other guys’ look at  breasts. I have to do all that I can to hold fast to my values if I’m going to hope for a girl who is going to be true to those same values. I can’t judge women, whether or not they are the girl I’m looking for. I can’t objectify women, even if they’re on a screen. I can’t act like everything’s okay if I’m in the privacy of a friendly conversation or even in my own room. And if I fail to do so, I have lost any right to hope for the trust of a woman.

Second, I was REALLY upset with how people have allowed their faith, especially a Christian one, to warp their understanding of human worth. Jesus looked at adulteresses and prostitutes with nothing but mercy. He lifted them out of their shame into a greater worth and greater love. He loved them for something so much deeper, and yet people who raise their children to be disciples of this same man have allowed them to lose any sense of that. That is a faith dependent on pride when disciples of Christ should be ready to be humiliated. That is a faith dependent on worldly dignity when disciples of Christ should be ready to receive martyrdom as the invitation to heavenly glory. The message scattered throughout the gospels is that everyone has a chance. The moment the Father catches sight of his prodigal son (or daughter), he will run to him, embrace him, and kiss him. He will give him the finest robe and put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. He will slaughter the fattened calf for a feast, “because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found” (Luke 15:24).

I’m not even sure how valid any of my points really are. This is mostly just a personal rant. It’s not a philosophical argument. So here’s the most personal and most unnecessarily honest bit:

To me, purity is related to intimacy and trust. In the same way that I don’t necessarily feel comfortable opening up to a person who is super outgoing and talks to absolutely everyone, I wouldn’t want a girl who easily offers herself sexually to others. It’s selfish, but I can’t trust absolutely anyone with absolutely everything and if I’m going to be so vulnerable as to give that trust, I would hope that it’s mutual. I want to know she trusts me and not that what I see as intimacy is just a regular activity to her.

A woman’s trust is something precious and something delicate. The only options are to value it or to abuse it. It’s just like absolutely anything that is good in this world. You have to seek it, chase it, wait for it, fight for it. And once you finally receive it, you have to keep it and protect it.

It might not be fair to compare her “purity” and “innocence” to my insecurity. But the question of trust is still there.There is something deeper that needs to be protected.

Her body is sacred. Sex is sacred. And I want a girl to help me see this. I want a girl who believes in a reason to be “pure” and a reason bigger than having the self-given right of slut-shaming. I want a girl who, whether or not she has the desire for sex, has a reason to not fall victim to a false or unnecessary sense of sexuality. And I want a girl who knows that no matter what mistakes she has made, no matter what suffering she has endured, she has that same reason to forgive and receive forgiveness, to stand back up, and to walk that same path of purity. Because her purity isn’t determined by her history and it’s not exclusive to the innocence of children. Purity lies in her thoughts, words, and actions. Purity is real, but purity is deeper than abstinence. Purity is hope.

thehungrycatholic:

A song and a prayer that always reminds me of how far my will and desires are from those of God at times. May we receive the grace to desire humility, not out of any sort of false desire to hide ourselves, but out of a love and preference for the good of our neighbors.

-Peter

dianology:

The Brilliance - Hands and Feet

For all the strides we’ve made
For all of our blessings
We’ve fallen far away from truth
Turning our face away from this hurting race
We turned our face away from you

For every broken heart, for every widow
For those without shelter, from the rain
We lift our eyes to you looking for answers
When we have been called to ease the pain

We want to be your hands your feet
Without words, we’ll let our actions speak

Here we are
Words can only go so far
Draw us closer to your heart
Bring us back to you (2x)

(Source: ncbcseattlepraise)

Sunday of Divine Mercy

Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will, which is Love and Mercy itself.

Faith and Works

I have always felt that the debate on Sola Fide was a several century long misunderstanding. And I might be misunderstanding the theological issue. But each denomination—each family of Christians— has traces of the other doctrine.

Our works do not save us. Our works do not earn us a reservation at the Lord’s table. But we must do good works.

I say this over and over again: Love made us with love to love, to be loved, and to know love. God is Love and all we ever need to do is love Him. Thank you St. Therese of Liseux for guiding me to a better understanding of this.

But how dangerous it is to rely on a human word like love to direct our lives. His Word is infinite but ours is weak. And it tries to describe something that I just said was God Himself. It is THE infinite mystery. A mystery we often ignore, forget, or simplify. Only to our loss.

Faith and Love are so interconnected (all three theological virtues are, really) and one cannot be fully held without the other. But they are not identical. To believe in God and to not love Him is actually mortal sin. It is rejection. And I cannot love him with a sentence or a moment. It is a constant and lifelong process that requires all my heart, all my soul, and all my mind.

I must do works that they may be the fruits of my faith. That they may be my humble offering to my Father and King who has and knows everything. I must do works that I can direct myself, with faith, to truly love my God and know the love He has for myself and all of my brothers and sisters.

"Truth and beauty go together: beauty is the seal of truth."

— Pope Benedict XVI

Not really a Good Friday song. I recorded it yesterday and fell asleep before putting it up.

“Every Breath” by Gungor.

I will love you with all of my heart.
I will love you with all of my mind.
I’ll love you with all of my strength.
I’ll love you with everything