Many years ago -- as a college student, I suppose -- I heard somebody share a prayer that stayed with me since me since then. And the prayer is this: Lord, give me back the zeal of my first conversion.
We can experience conversion daily, like when we say our night prayers and resolve to do better the following day. We can experience conversion more than once each day, like when we mumble hurried but sincere words of contrition after a deliberately mean act. To be authentic, conversion doesn't have to come with the drama of Paul's conversion (blindness would definitely scare me), but if it does, let's thank the Lord for the unequivocal affirmation!
Still, I am sure that for each one of us, after our Baptism and as grown-ups, there still was that first conversion. I venture that that first conversion came when as independently thinking and free individuals, we felt God's promptings and decided to follow Him deliberately and wholly with our hearts. Maybe we felt it during a moment of gratitude for blessings undeserved, during a moment of awe while we were studying science, philosophy, or the humanities and reason led us to regard the omnipotence of God, or during a moment of helplessness when as young parents, we realized that bringing up our children can be an overwhelming responsibility.
And with that first conversion came zeal in our hearts. I heard a priest say that the heart is made up of our mind and our emotions, and I believe him. Thank God that the mind is relatively stable compared to our emotions because after the emotions that came with that first conversion have leveled off, the mind -- guided by faith, prodded on by hope, and acting on love -- is still there to carry the work of conversion.
The mind -- reliable, resilient, and constant. It plods on insisting that zeal doesn't have to come with drum rolls and fireworks. The love, vigor, and determination in our hearts can be just as real in the silence of drudgery. And that silence is profound and comforting because God speaks in silence.
Not that emotions are a useless nebula. Cannot joy, excitement, and laughter make elbow grease seem like caramel or chocolate syrup? That is why when the work of conversion gets too tough, demanding, and protracted, we miss the happy heartbeats and the easy laughter. Because while the mind can and does plod on, the heart misses the cheer and kick of emotions.
Might that be the dryness or the dark night that Saint Mother Teresa spoke of? Or maybe just a faint hue of that darkness? I don't know. I feel preposterous asking that question! How dare me compare my circumstances with that of a saint!
But yes, these days, I pray that prayer I heard long ago and have kept in my heart since. Lord, give me back the zeal of my first conversion.
Saint Mother Teresa, please intercede for me.
My lola (grandmother), mom, and brother are mean crossword puzzlers, if that is what you call people who do crossword puzzles. That makes for three generations of mean crossword puzzlers. I wish I can say that I am in the rank of the third generation meanies, but I can't. At my request, my mom used to leave the one-star puzzles for me to answer. While I made honest efforts to fill in the tiny intersecting boxes, I never progressed to her level.
Still, when I chanced on a crossword puzzle book that I had bought maybe three years ago, but never had the time for, I was actually thrilled. I have been wondering about active means of leisure other than reading (active, i.e., versus the passive means of leisure, such as watching TV and YouTube-ing), and there it was.
So these days whenever I can grab a few minutes, I happily plod on, threshing out the clues, trying this answer and then that, furiously erasing answers more often than I care to, and now and then joyously regarding a block of letters that I neatly meshed myself.
Try another clue. Try another clue. Try another clue. I may never get to those three-star puzzles, but the motto works well for me.
This is a link to the puzzle book pictured above, although I purchased my copy from a local bookstore.
|Image courtesy of anankkml |
I suspect it's not just me. Hours and weeks and months and years spent trying to make your children do house chores regularly and cheerfully and without being reminded. Paper equivalent to a mini-forest used up on chore charts that everyone ignores. Incentives, prizes, allowances, punishments, penalties, threats. Good examples, walking the talk, living what you preach.
So you resign yourself to clutter, overflowing hampers, and unwashed dishes. You do what you can given the material time that you have, which isn't much. (At least the dogs don't stink and get to go potty.)
Then somebody notices that there is a washing machine somewhere in the house, and that hampers can be emptied by throwing their contents in the washing machine. Another discovers bread and cheese and other nice things in the refrigerator and makes snacks for everyone. And yet another finally figures out how brooms, mops, and vacuum cleaners work.
For now I'll settle for small mercies. Hey, I must have done a few things right! Consistency and organization and efficiency will come. In time.
Where I pray happens to matter. I wish it doesn't, but it does. Well, most of the time it does. I do rather well in churches, prayer corners, and my bedroom.
During the times when location does not SEEM to matter, it could actually be material to the prayer at hand. For example, it is so easy to pray in the parking lot after having circled it for the nth time and none of the cars are moving out. It is easy to pray while queuing in bank, hoping that they open another counter. But those are near-desperate cases when praying is umm, well... instinctive?
Hopefully when I grow up, when I am more insightful, more determined, and less frivolous, location won't weigh significantly anymore. For now, though, I find some confirmation and gentle encouragement in Phil Kosloski's article, The Importance of a Sacred Space in Daily Prayer. (He maintains a blog, Praying from the Heart, at the Apostleship of Prayer website.)
CCC 2691) to emphasize the importance of the prayer corner in the home. The prayer corner is fondly referred to as a "little oratory". With what we already have at home, we can set up a prayer corner -- religious images, candles (homes with children should take necessary precaution), Bibles, prayer books, books for spiritual reading, rosaries, and tablecloths in the liturgical colors. The purpose is to make a prayer corner conducive to personal and family prayer and reflection, temporarily and partially setting aside our practical concerns so that we can go back to them refreshed and more resolved after time spent in prayer.
Then, too. Mr. Koloski tells us about public oratories, such as the adoration chapels. Indeed, they are ideal places for personal prayer because of the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. It is a helpful development that today, most if not all, parishes have their own adoration chapels.
I will leave you to read the rest of the article, which was for me a pleasant surprise. I hope that by setting up new prayer corners or sprucing up what we already have, our respective prayer lives can be enlivened and made more meaningful.
And may our Blessed Mother, whose nativity we will commemorate in a few days, help us along and lead us to her Son.
and in awe of a God who, in His generosity and kindness, blesses abundantly and overlooks that we hardly give Him anything in return, I chant with David:
O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is Thy name in all the earth!
When I look at thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,
the moon and the stars which thou hast established;
what is man that thou art mindful of him,
and the son of man that thou dost care for him?
Yet thou hast made him little less than God,
and dost crown him with glory and honor.
Thou has given dominion over the works of thy hands;
thou hast put all things under his feet,
all sheep and oxen and also the beasts of the field,
the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea,
whatever passes along the paths of the sea.
O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is thy name in all the earth!
~ Psalm 8:1, 3-9
(RSV, Catholic Edition, Ignatius Press)
I examine myself on my practice of mercy. June is the month devoted to the Sacred Heart, whose mercy cannot be outdone. And with the Jubilee Year of Mercy half-done (did I get my math right?), an examination is indeed due.
I will start with these:
~ Catechism of the Catholic Church 1829 (mercy as a fruit of charity)
~ Catechism of the Catholic Church 1829 (mercy as a fruit of charity)
~ Catechism of the Catholic Church 2447 (spiritual and corporal works of mercy)
~ Quotes from the Saints on Mercy (from the Divine Mercy website)
Do you have anything to add? Please include them in this posts's comments. Thnaks :-)
I will focus on the blessings of family and friends. How we take for grated the blessings that we see and experience everyday! But time is fleeting because eternity awaits. So let's go visit our parents more often, and go for that beach trip with the kids soon!
A bit of a digression: as a young mom, these were lines that I treasured:
"Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up as I learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep."
I did not know until just know, that those lines are actually part of a bigger work -- a lullaby actually -- by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. Check it out; the entire peace is sweet and endearing. Not all babies are hushed by lullabies, but this one can still any anxious mom's heart. Yup, even moms with grown children :-).
|With her sleepy friend|
I will remember the Holy Father's intentions for June:
Universal intention: Human Solidarity -- "that the aged, marginalized, and those who have no one, may find -- even within the huge cities of the world -- opportunities for encounter and solidarity."
Evangelization intention: Seminarians and Novices -- "that seminarians and men and women entering the religious life may have mentors who live the joy of the Gospel and prepare them wisely for their mission."
As a mom, I also bring before the Lord, my children's intentions. A new school year is coming, and it will be a milestone for each of them. Eldest Daughter will be on her last year on college, Second Daughter will be starting college, Only Son will be on his last year in high school, and our baby, Youngest Daughter, will be in junior high. Their mom is feeling so ancient...
Never say die (a.k.a. around the house)
I know, I know, I said something about working on closet organization and disaster preparedness MONTHS ago, and I did do something about them (here I go again, trying to redeem myself). But as things go in my crazy life (didn't I say that somewhere at the beginning of this post?), I start on a project, and then get distracted by urgent everyday demands.
So! Let's let me do these again! On the matter of our closets: I will do this one closet at a time, starting with mine and Husband's. On the matter of disaster preparedness: We will review the presentation slides of a lecture that I attended last year on earthquake preparedness and recent advisories on La Nina. Then I will start buying the items in my emergency kit lists for the house and the car. Since I have done a bit of initial work, I have no reason to harp on the lack of time and the like...
Never ever say die (a.k.a around the kitchen)
Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast. Breakfast will have to start getting healthier around here. We really should be eating less oily sausages and fried garlic rice in the mornings. Delicious and very filling, but nanay and tatay (mom and dad) are not young anymore, and the kids themselves are starting to request healthier meals. We went grocery shopping this morning after Sunday Mass, and they loaded several boxes of cereals and vegie juice bottles in the cart. Yikes! My kids are making a statement!
Primary educator, always
I am doing transcript work for Second Daughter and a minimum of curriculum planning for Youngest Daughter (we use a boxed curriculum in the homeschool). I should be done by mid-month max, otherwise I will consider myself a very bad mom...really :-( !
Tackling the book hoard and bookmarks
I haven't read a John Grisham book in a while. I am actually reining in myself because a Grisham book is not something that you can read in installments over several months. You have to read a book in big blocks of time over a few days, and the fewer the better! So until I am done with the transcript work and curriculum planning (And professional work -- have I told you? I'm working (from home) again! Long story for another post), Rouge Lawyer and Gray Mountain will have to wait.
|With her loyal friend|
Liturgical living and devotions
So soon! We are at the longer part of the Ordinary Season, a multi-themed and devotion-rich period for Catholics.
The memorial of Saint Anthony de Padua is on June 13. I learned something new about Saint Anthony. Not that he is the go-to saint for lost things because I had learned that even as a young child, but that ladies wishing for good husbands (as you should wish for if you are young and being prompted to marriage as your vocation) can go to him for that intention. Hmm, by extension, I say that moms who wish for virtuous husbands for their daughters can also start praying to the dear saint. I have three daughters, so I think I will get started.
My goodness, I have ranted, haven't I?
Would you like to do your own mapping for June, and share it with us? Please do so, and post the link through a comment below.
Have a happy and productive June. God bless!