While I'm waiting to get the house to the picture-taking state (very close) I don't want to let St. Theresa's feast day pass by without saying anything about her, but since I don't have much new to say, I will simply point you here and here.
This morning for the first time I participated in 40 Days for Life, standing and praying in front of Planned Parenthood from 6:00 to 7:00 a.m. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that it would be dark at that hour of the morning, but once some other people showed up, I didn't really mind and it was surprisingly peaceful in this very busy part of town. There was plenty of traffic already, but there was still that quiet very early morning feeling, and there was a pleasant breeze, and many birds were singing, and the ugly business of the day had not yet begun. It reminds me that God renews His promises every morning, no matter how badly we mess them up during the day.
Later, I was the lector at Mass, and I was struck by how well the first reading from Romans spoke to those who are involved in the abortion industry.
The wrath of God is indeed being revealed from heaven against every impiety and wickedness of those who suppress the truth by their wickedness. For what can be known about God is evident to them, because God made it evident to them. Ever since the creation of the world, his invisible attributes of eternal power and divinity have been able to be understood and perceived in what he has made. As a result, they have no excuse; for although they knew God they did not accord him glory as God or give him thanks. Instead, they became vain in their reasoning, and their senseless minds were darkened. While claiming to be wise, they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for the likeness of an image of mortal man or of birds or of four-legged animals or of snakes. Therefore, God handed them over to impurity through the lusts of their hearts for the mutual degradation of their bodies. They exchanged the truth of God for a lie and revered and worshiped the creature rather than the creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.AMDG
Grateful for this and for the two linked earlier blog postings about St. Theresa.
ReplyDeleteWe had somebody install a new electricity meter at 7.20 this morning. When making the arrangements over the phone, it hadn't occurred to me (a) that the electricity would have to be switched off while the meter was replaced; and (b) that it is still dark at that time of day; so (c) the children would have to get up and have breakfast by cnadelight.
ReplyDeleteI was in my bedroom while the contractor was installing a new ceiling fan. I heard a loud noise, as if someone had fallen off a ladder, so I ran into the living room to find that he had jumped off the ladder, because when he tried to use his screwdriver, he found that the wire was live.
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ReplyDeleteI had meant to type "candlelight", but I suppose that was obvious.
It really scared me. With all we've been through lately, a dead body on the living room floor would just be too much.
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