Keeping the Sabbath #16

Happy Palm Sunday!

1. A Song:

2. A Verse:
Many people spread their cloaks on the road,
and others spread leafy branches
that they had cut from the fields.
Those preceding him as well as those following kept crying out:
"Hosanna!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
Blessed is the kingdom of our father David that is to come!
Hosanna in the highest!"
~Mark 11:8-10

3. A Quote:

On one side stands the crowd.

Jeering. Baiting. Demanding.

On the other stands a peasant.

Swollen lips. Lumpy eye. Lofty promise.

One promises acceptance, the other a cross.

One offers flesh and flash, the other offers faith.

The crowd challenges, “Follow us and fit in.”

Jesus promises, “Follow me and stand out.”

They promise to please. God promises to save.

God looks at you and asks…

Which will be your choice?

~Max Lucado

4. An Image:

Better than an image, today you get a video.  In honor of one of the longest liturgies in the church year-

5. A Blessing:

I spent this Saturday sewing.  I love sewing.  My back does not.  However, with the help of eight 4-H members and volunteers, we were able to make seventeen dresses to send to Africa and sixteen dolls to send to Haiti.  It was fun, and it was good to help put all of our "needs" in perspective.

6. An Intention:

For a meaningful Holy Week for all, especially those joining the Catholic Church at Easter Vigil.

7. A Challenge: To "get the most" out of Holy Week- I want to experience the beauty that the Church offers this week as we remember the walk Christ took during the week of his Passion, Death, and Resurrection.

An Awkward Double Date

Did I catch your attention with the title?
Don't get too excited or think that I am not keeping you up-to-date on my life.
I was on an awkward double date last night, but I was the fifth wheel.
The couples, you ask? My parents.  And my Godparents.  Ever done that before?  Me neither!

Yesterday was my mom's birthday, and my Godparents (my parents' best friends) called to see if they wanted to go out to celebrate.  Somewhere along the line, all the daughters (there are five of us all together) that are local were invited to come along.  Their youngest daughter and I went to dinner with them.  Then M went home, and I continued on with them for the rest of the evening.

What did we do, you ask?

We went to cooking school.

The Concept: Big audience, professional chef with lots of back stage help, yummy recipes made before your eyes.  All of the perks of a cooking show, but it was live and you had the chance to win the food.  But more on prizes later.

So, my mom and Godmother loved this.  I think I enjoyed it too, but it was for a different reason.  Anyone who knows my dad knows that this is not his kind of thing.  He and my Godfather are hard working, get your hands dirty, and then have a beer kind of guys.  My Godfather was a very good sport, and my dad attempted.  Needless to say, when we found our seats, the ladies were on my right and the guys were on my left.  I was in the middle of two very different sets of conversations.

For Example:


(When the chef handed a dish off to a helper to have it put in the oven:)
Chef: This is Mark.  Isn't Mark great!
The Ladies: That's nice that she has help- just like the magic of TV.
The Men: She has a manservant!

(As the host was drawing for prizes throughout the show:)
Chef: You could win this specialty gift basket!...
The Ladies: Ooo, I hope we win that.  Men, if you win, you will have to give that to me.
The Men: Win? We can't win.
The Ladies: Yes you can.  You paid for a ticket just like everyone else.  That means that you have the right to put your door prize slip in the drawing. You can too win.
The Men: We didn't turn in our door prize slip.  We didn't want to fill it out and we didn't want to win any of this stuff anyway.
The Ladies: WHAT!!! You just decreased our winning odds by half!
(This argument continued for the rest of the night. For the record, none of us won anything.)

(While watching cooking trivia on the screens in between demonstrations:)
Chef: So, can anyone tell me what Ghee is?
The Ladies: Clarified butter.  The trivia just showed us how to make it.
The Men: Well of course.  I didn't need the stinkin' trivia. I already knew what Ghee was.  Didn't you?

(When the chef was advertising a strawberry cutter-gadget that she thought would be fun for kids to use in the kitchen. She was attempting to shoot the strawberries across the kitchen:)
Chef: Isn't that fun!!!
The Ladies: Yes, fun until someone loses a finger.
The Men: And then it's hilarious.

And so it continued.

So, if you are ever looking for a fun night out, make plans with your parents and their friends.  You might be in for more than you bargained for.

The Feast of the Annunciation

Happy Solemnity of the Annunciation!
In the middle of this season of preparation and penance of Lent, it is cool to remember the bigger picture and story of Christ's life.  I love the that Church organizes a year that allows us to recapitulate the story of Jesus, fully God and fully Man.  Today we remember the visitation of the Angel Gabriel to the Blessed Mother, changing her plans completely.

Some of her story sounds very familiar...

Young woman.
Unwed.
Had her own dreams and plans.
Unexpected pregnancy.
Faced opposition and persecution.
Chose life.

How different the world would be if each woman looked at each pregnancy with the value that Mary saw in Christ.  Until then, we can continue to pray for a renewal for respect of life.

On that note, our parish pro-life coordinator is organizing a cool project for our CCD kids.
They are each spiritually adopting an unborn baby for the next nine months.  They all got a magnet with Fulton Sheen's Spiritual Adoption Prayer on it and we talked about the connection between the Annunciation and being pro-life.  The kids will be doing activities, learning how the babies develop, etc.  It should be a very cool lesson.  Here are a few of the resources that we have/will be using if you wanted to do your own Spiritual Adoption:

Creating a Culture of Life Youth Group Discussion Points

 In the Youth Group Discussion Guide, I used a song and a movie to drive home the points:

JJ Heller, What Love Really Means:

99 Balloons:

Keeping the Sabbath #15

So they took away the stone.
And Jesus raised his eyes and said,
"Father, I thank you for hearing me.
I know that you always hear me;
but because of the crowd here I have said this,
that they may believe that you sent me."
And when he had said this,
He cried out in a loud voice,
"Lazarus, come out!"
The dead man came out,
tied hand and foot with burial bands,
and his face was wrapped in a cloth.
So Jesus said to them,
"Untie him and let him go."

 ~John 11:41-44

Sing it, Matt!

A Love/Hate Relationship

I am currently in a love/hate relationship.

With morning.

I'd like to tell you that I took this picture of a beautiful sunRISE off of Oahu. 
But, let's be honest- it was a sunSET.

I hate getting up in the morning.  I hate my alarm clock.  I hate the back-up alarm set on my phone.  I hate the rumbling of trucks driving by my windows that steal five minutes of my sleep.  I am terrible at getting up in the morning, because I am a night owl.  It does not matter how tired I am, I can always find one-more-thing-to-do before bed, which whittles away at my sleep until I become a walking zombie when the sun comes up.

Because (at least my weekdays) I have a flexible work schedule this year, and I know how my mornings go, I have intentionally scheduled things in the morning so that I don't waste my day.  I go to the earliest Mass offered.  I opt for earlier appointments when possible.  I gave up my snooze button for Lent (epic fail there).  I am trying...but I don't seem to be changing my attitude.

I mean, Scripture says, "weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."  I should love the morning, greet the new day, rejoice in the new opportunities, right?

Right.

So one day this week, I found that I needed to be somewhere early.  I decided to get up even earlier so that I could still get done the things that I needed to do before going on with the plan for the day.  I was going to offer it up for Lent as a pittance towards my snooze-button-fail.

But it turns out that what I intended as a sacrifice turned out to be a great encouragement (funny how that works).

I enjoyed watching the sun rise (albeit through my windshield).
I savored the alone time singing to the radio before the rush of the day.
I loved hearing the ring of the church bells calling worshipers to a (very) early Mass.
I soaked in the quiet of the prayer.
I liked sitting down to breakfast. My coffee even tasted better.
I was satisfied to check things off the to-do list at a time of day that I am normally still in bed.
And I still had a whole day in front of me.

So, honestly, I find that I love morning.  I can think of many special moments over the years that all happened only because I forced myself out of bed at an (by my definition) unreasonable hour.

Love or hate, all of the day is a gift from God, meant to savor and appreciate.

And I was glad to have a reminder that the morning is included in that.

Anyone have any advice for greeting the morning with joy?

Who would you put your money on?

You know how people pretend to put two things up against each other in a contest and then argue over who would win?

For example:

Chuck Norris vs. Spiderman (crazy martial arts skills or shooting your own web?)
Samson from the Bible vs. Fabio (it's a hair thing)
MacGyver vs. My Dad (My Dad would win, and he could do it without duct tape)

FYI, the man on the left is MacGyver, sporting a mullet.  The man on the right is my dad, sporting some sort of a comb-over.

Here is a new one:

Semi Truck vs. 25 year old White Planter (As in, farm equipment with which you put lots of seeds in the ground.)
Who would win?
Argue about it all you want, but I have evidence.
Because it happened to my sister and her fiance last week.

Read all about the contest here.

Why wait?

Why is it when I say:

"Oh, really?  The deadline is extended?  That's great!  This means that I can put a little more of my heart into the work, can strive for excellence, and can check everything over to make sure that it is just perfect."

I really mean:

"Oh really?  Now I can procrastinate a little longer."