The Unprofitable Servant: The World Spins Upside Down

Friday, November 11, 2011

The World Spins Upside Down - Again

I have to make this quick. I have a date at 8pm - at the Adoration Chapel. Sister called me this week, thrilled that someone had signed up for some of the hours during which Jesus usually sits alone. I look forward to it.

Some years ago my oldest went to Penn State for the weekend to visit a friend, who had tickets to the football game against Notre Dame. "Mom, you should have seen the signs. Those people are crazy about football. "

Apparently, one sign read: "You have Jesus, we have Joe Pa". Another read: " If God is not a Penn State fan, why is the sky blue and white?"

You might think Joe Paterno was some kind of messiah by the reaction his firing instigated. Forgotten in the melee were the victims of sexual abuse who lost their innocence all too soon to a pervert posing as nice guy. The sordid details were eerily reminiscent of the Church abuse scandal. A bunch of men more interested in protecting an institution than innocent children. Anyway, I think the college should cancel their game against Nebraska on Saturday. It won't restore the childhood that was stolen by a sexual predator but it would be the one decent thing that could be done.

On the news, we just saw where retailers are planning to open their doors on Thanksgiving, a holiday traditionally meant for families to observe together. What does anyone need so badly that they can't wait one more day to buy it? I saw footage of people nearly trampling each other to death to get through the doors at Wal-Mart at 5am last year on Black Friday. What does this have to do with the Birth of the Savior, Who was born into abject poverty? How many of those folks would be willing to stand in line all night to receive Holy Communion at 5am? How many of them leave before Mass concludes each week? How many of them even bother going in the first place?

'Do not store up treasures for yourselves on earth, where moth and woodworm destroy them and thieves can break in and steal.
But store up treasures for yourselves in heaven, where neither moth nor woodworm destroys them and thieves cannot break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there is your heart also' - St. Matthew Chap. 6

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CarolineNovember 11, 2011 at 6:49 PM
I have a relative that's a student at Penn State right now. I haven't talked to him yet to ask what he's experiencing. I was stunned to find out the students were rioting not for the sake of those poor abused children...but because Joe Pa was fired. Wow. But we have the football god in the south as well, The Florida Gators and the Noles..

I hope those young victims have all the help they need...Lord knows I'm praying for them.

Love you Joyce...+
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Kathy Felsted UsherNovember 11, 2011 at 7:34 PM
The only way to explain it is that the entire world has gone insane. I just don't understand it.
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TLWNovember 12, 2011 at 8:19 AM
Caroline
The victims in this type of crime always seem like an after-thought, don't they? And I don't know how the assistant coach saw what he did and didn't throttle the pedophile right on the spot. Unbelievable. Love you too +

Kathy, yep, and I don't expect it will right itself any time soon.

God Bless
Joyce
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PatriciaNovember 12, 2011 at 1:48 PM
I live in the land of the LSU Tigers, and it is madness here! I so often think of the joy God would feel if even half of these people would get this excited about HIM! Many of the priests around here seem afaid to begin their Sunday homilies without at least some reference to Saturday's game. So sad!

On a happier note, how was your date? : ) I call my Tuesday adoration a date too, and I love believing that Jesus thinks of it that way too! And I won't break that date except for illness or being out of town. Thank you Joyce, for signing up! Only in heaven will we know....

Many blessings,
Patricia
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TLWNovember 12, 2011 at 2:01 PM
Thank you for asking Patricia, my date was lovely. There was another adorer there with me for a little while which was no problem. The only glitch is that the chapel is in a neighborhood that has restricted parking during sporting events because of its proximity to the stadiums. Apparently there was some event going on last night because a sign warning that those without permits would be towed was posted right where I parked. I put a sign on my windshield saying I was in the Adoration Chapel and I didn't have a problem. Just one of my the many distractions we deal with. You're right - only in Heaven will we know!
Love and prayers
Joyce
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Ever glorious and blessed Mary, Queen of Virgins, Mother of Mercy, hope and comfort of dejected and desolate souls, through that sword of sorrow which pierced thy tender heart whilst thine only Son, Christ Jesus, our Lord, suffered death and ignominy on the cross; through that filial tenderness and pure love He had for thee, grieving in thy grief, whilst from His cross He recommended thee to the care and protection of His beloved disciple, St. John, take pity, I beseech thee, on my poverty and necessities; have compassion on my anxieties and cares; assist and comfort me in all my infirmities and miseries, of every kind whatsoever. Thou art the Mother of Mercies, the sweet comforter and only refuge of the needy and the orphan, of the desolate and afflicted. Cast, therefore, an eye of pity on a miserable, forlorn child of Eve, and hear my prayer; for since, in just punishment of my sins, I find myself encompassed by a multitude of evils, and oppressed with much anguish of spirit, wither can I fly for more secure shelter, O amiable Mother of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, than under the wings of thy maternal protection? Attend, therefore, I beseech thee, with an ear of pity and compassion, to my humble and earnest request. I ask it, through the bowels of mercy of thy dear Son; Through that love and condescension wherewith He embraced our nature, when, in compliance with the divine Will, thou gavest thy consent, and whom, after the expiration of nine months thou didst bring forth from the chaste enclosure of thy womb, to visit the world, and bless it with His presence. I ask it, through that anguish of mind wherewith thy beloved Son, our dear Saviour, was overwhelmed on the Mount of Olives, when He besought His eternal Father to remove from Him, if possible, the bitter chalice of His future passion. I ask it, through the threefold repetition of His prayers in the garden, whence afterwards, with dolorous steps and mournful tears, thou didst accompany Him to the doleful theatre of His death and sufferings. I ask it, through the welts and bruises of His virginal flesh, occasioned by the cords and whips wherewith He was bound and scourged, when stripped of His seamless garment, for which His executioners afterwards cast lots. I ask it, through the scoffs and ignominies by which He was insulted; the false accusations and unjust sentence by which He was condemned to death, and which He bore with heavenly patience. I ask it, through His bitter tears and bloody sweat; His silence and resignation; His sadness and grief of heart. I ask it, through the blood which trickled from His royal and Sacred Head, when struck with the sceptre of a reed and pierced with His crown of thorns. I ask it, through the excruciating torments He suffered, when His hands and feet were fastened with gross nails to the tree of the cross. I ask it, through His vehement thirst, and bitter potion of vinegar and gall. I ask it, through His dereliction on the cross when He exclaimed, "My God! my God! why hast Thou forsaken me?" I ask it, through His mercy extended to the good thief, and through His recommending His precious soul and spirit into the hands of His eternal Father before He expired, saying, "It is consummated." I ask it, through the blood mixed with water, which issued from His Sacred Side when pierced with a lance, and whence a flood of grace and mercy has flowed to us. I ask it, through His immaculate life, bitter passion and ignominious death on the cross, at which nature itself was thrown into convulsions, by the bursting of rocks, rending of the veil of the Temple, the earthquake, and the darkness of the sun and moon. I ask it, through His descent into hell, where He confronted the Saints of the old law with His presence, and led the captivity captive. I ask it, through His glorious victory over death, when He arose again to life on the third day, and through the joy which His appearance for forty days after gave thee, His blessed Mother, His Apostles, and the rest of His Disciples; when in thine and their presence He miraculously ascended into heaven. I ask it, through the grace of the Holy Spirit, infused into the hearts of His Disciples, when He descended upon them in the form of fiery tongues, and by which they were inspired with zeal in the conversion of the world, when they went to preach the gospel. I ask it, through the awful appearance of thy Son, at the last dreadful day, when He shall come to judge the living and the dead, and the world, by fire. I ask it, through the compassion He bore thee in His life, and the unspeakable joy thou didst feel at thine assumption into heaven, where thou art eternally absorbed in the sweet contemplation of His divine perfections. O glorious and ever blessed Virgin! comfort the heart of thy supplicant, by obtaining for me, (Mention your prayer intention here...) And as I am persuaded my Divine Saviour doth honour thee as His beloved Mother, to whom He refuses nothing, because thou asketh nothing contrary to His honour, so let me speedily experience the efficacy of thy powerful intercession, according to the tenderness of thy maternal affection, and His filial loving heart, who mercifully granteth the requests and complieth with the desires of those that love and fear Him. Wherefore, O most blessed Virgin, beside the object of my present petition, and whatever else I may stand in need of, obtain for me also of thy dear Son, our Lord and our God, a lively faith, firm hope, perfect charity, true contrition of heart, unfeigned tears of compunction, sincere confession, condign satisfaction, abstinence from sin, love of God and my neighbour, contempt of the world, patience to suffer affronts and ignominies, nay, even, if necessary, an opprobrious death itself, for love of thy Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ. Obtain likewise for me, O sacred Mother of God, perseverance in good works, performance of good resolutions, mortification of self-will, a pious conversation through life, and, at my last moments, strong and sincere repentance, accompanied by such a lively and attentive presence of mind, as may enable me to receive the last Sacrament of the Church worthily, and die in thy friendship and favour. Lastly, obtain through thy Son, I beseech thee, for the souls of my parents, brethren, relatives and benefactors, both living and dead, life everlasting, from the only Giver of every good and perfect gift, the Lord God Almighty, to Whom be all power now and forever. Amen.

Prayer of St. Bonaventure

Pierce, O most sweet Lord Jesus, my inmost soul with the most joyous and healthful wound of Thy love, and with true, calm and most holy apostolic charity, that my soul may ever languish and melt with entire love and longing for Thee, may yearn for Thee and for thy courts, may long to be dissolved and to be with Thee.
Grant that my soul may hunger after Thee, the Bread of Angels, the refreshment of holy souls, our daily and super substantial bread, having all sweetness and savor and every delightful taste.
May my heart ever hunger after and feed upon Thee, Whom the angels desire to look upon, and may my inmost soul be filled with the sweetness of Thy savor; may it ever thirst for Thee, the fountain of life, the fountain of wisdom and knowledge, the fountain of eternal light, the torrent of pleasure, the fullness of the house of God;
may it ever compass Thee, seek Thee, find Thee, run to Thee, come up to Thee, meditate on Thee, speak of Thee, and do all for the praise and glory of Thy name, with humility and discretion, with love and delight, with ease and affection, with perseverance to the end; and be Thou alone ever my hope, my entire confidence, my riches, my delight, my pleasure, my joy, my rest and tranquility, my peace, my sweetness, my food, my refreshment, my refuge, my help, my wisdom, my portion, my possession, my treasure; in Whom may my mind and my heart be ever fixed and firm and rooted immovably. Amen.

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Friday, November 11, 2011

The World Spins Upside Down - Again

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