Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

When a "Yes" forces a "No"

Often, when we say yes to this, it means we have to say no to that. Some of these choices are no big deal, like saying yes to vanilla ice cream, which means I have to say no to the chocolate, but this isn't a huge decision fundamental to myself as a person. I am thinking of one of these yeses, which if said could lead to a beautiful life, one I might think I even want. However, this yes leads to a really big no, one I am not sure I want to utter.

Since I was 19 or 20, so June of 2000 or 2001, I have felt some compulsion to religious life, at that point, very reluctantly at the insistence of Fr. Drew. I was sitting next to him the first night of the Steubenville South conference, and every time he saw a sister, he would nudge me and say that it was me, adding to this calling me Sr. Susan every time he saw me for months after until I finally insisted that he stop because it really really bothered me, and at this point the thought of being a religious sister was so insane to me, it bordered on making me physically ill. Fast forward a few months, and I am met by a professor and a guy who at the time was a good friend making jokes involving Susan and a Habit . . . around the time that this same professor joked that I had an irrational fear of nuns, which at the time was very true. So I told the professor, that the jokes about me and being a nun really bothered me because whenever I thought about it, I wanted to vomit. No lie it made me queasy and not in a good way. To which he told me that God would not call me to something that made me physically ill.

Fast forward to June of 2002, and I go on a study abroad in Italy with Sr. Miller, where in Assisi we meet and spend time with some other sisters from her order, the Franciscan Sisters of the Eucharist. After spending time with them, and becoming acquainted with religious sisters in a real way for pretty much the first time in my life, I told one of them who I felt particularly close to, that after spending time with her, that while I still had that door closed and locked, I was at least willing to touch the doorknob, but nothing much more came of that until years later.

In September 2006 I attended Bayou Awakening and after a talk about discernment, I felt that tug again, but this time in a less reluctant, more open way. And I really felt that I would spend that summer visiting orders and seeing if I wanted to join one. But I also met someone, and we started dating, and the way things go, that summer I was planning a wedding rather than researching orders. Long story short, a divorce and declaration of nullity followed, and the thought of religious life remained vanquished from my head because I felt and still somewhat do that I want nothing more out of life than to be a wife and mother. And someone asked me a few months following the divorce about religious life and I said no.

Something changed in this past year, following my break-up with someone I was with for almost 2 years and really thought I would marry, and once again this idea of religious life came back. Still reluctant to it and totally unwilling, but I opened myself up about it to a few people and met negativity from pretty much only one person, who's opinion is mostly meaningless to me anyway, but felt encouragement from several of my friends, especially 2 Jesuits in particular. But I largely put this out of my head, and went on my way, but toward the end of last semester, something changed in my heart, and I felt the call louder than before, and I struggled about whether or not to send an email to the order. I put it off for quite some time until once again, talking to Fr. Drew, I told him I was thinking about it again, and he told me that if I knew what order I had thought about it enough to see what was going on and that I should take advantage of being so close to the mother house. But I told him it was scary and that made it too real, but he said because I had it that thought out it was already pretty real.

Which leads to this past month, when I emailed the order, had a conversation with a sister on the phone, and rearranged my spring break flights so I can go visit for their vocations weekend. And when I told one of those first 2 Jesuits I mentioned that I actually talked to the order and was going to visit, he was shocked that I actually did something because I had spoken to him about it several times over the course of a year.

So I am trying to see what it is I should say yes to, trying to make the Blessed Mother's words my own: Be it done as you have said, I am the handmaid of the Lord. But it is scary and I am nervous, and I am reluctant to shut the door on the possibility of marriage and a family of my own.

So I ask for prayer that I can figure out which is the yes and which is the subsequent no.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Goodbye 2013 . . .

Well 2013, honestly you kind of sucked, or at least you started out that way.

The year began very sadly, with the ending of a relationship that was overdue to be torn apart. It makes me wonder why we cling to things that are toxic and need to be released.

I also developed some really important friendships this year, and that made things better.

I have grown to know more about who I am and the path I am taking. I've learned to accept myself more as I am, and attempted to change somethings that need changing. I've grown in my revulsion against social injustice, and I am inspired by where to start to make change, but this in itself is problematic for me because I have a fixer complex.

And my heart has grown, even after having been broken (again), it is still full  of love and joy, especially in these last 3 months of the year. Someone is making my heart smile and it can't help to spread to my face. It's a strange thing to be overly stressed by finals and PhD applications and still have a perma-smile on my face.

2013 is the year I started truly finding my voice in my work. Presenting more of me and less of those who I study. I am hoping to continue this and continue school.

So goodbye 2013, all in all I suppose you ended well enough, but I am hoping that 2014 will usher in many great things. I already know it is a year of new beginnings, at the very least with graduation, and whatever comes after. I hope in 2014 to grow in trust and dependence on God, and to seek to do His will in all my endeavors. I want to be less timid, and to remember:
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. - C.S. Lewis
But it is worth the risk, would I rather suffer a little now or suffer a lifetime of regret?

So here's to 2014, a new year, a new beginning. 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Brokenness: Allowing for Growth in Faith and Love

This is a paper I wrote for my C.S. Lewis course. I just wanted to share.

Pain, suffering, and experiences of brokenness can be good for man, especially for Christians on their faith journey. In The Problem of Pain, C. S. Lewis asserts that “pain insists upon being attended to.”[1] Suffering, pain, and brokenness can take us out of ourselves and orient us to the other. Often our experiences of pain and brokenness can move us to deeper love for God. Further, Lewis proclaims, “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”[2] Pain is our indication that something is not right, that something must change. Only a fool would really, truly honestly seek change when everything is good, but it is those times that we are broken, shattered, and torn that we seek change, growth, and restoration, and ultimately seek God. When your world is disrupted, shattered, broken, that is when you seek change. This is when you seek a savior, someone to put the pieces back together.

There are three ways of examining the problem of pain. One could view it as a state of life as The Man in Black in The Princess Bride does, “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”[3] Pain is merely a fact of life, it has no meaning. It is inevitable. It just is. Another view is that pain is an inexplicable evil, it cannot be rationalized or understood, although, this view really is just an extension of the first, that pain exists, and it is a reality, but it is meaningless, inconceivable. The third way of examining pain would be to see it as useful, as tool, in that, pain makes us move. Pain is a sign that something is not right, and a change needs to occur. This is why there is a “universal human feeling that bad men ought to suffer.”[4] Lewis declares, “Once pain has roused him, he knows that he is in some way or other ‘up against’ the real universe: he either rebels . . . or else makes some attempt at an adjustment, which, if pursued, will lead him to religion.”[5] Pain exists so that they might be drawn out of their badness, be punished for their wrongdoings, or change their wicked ways. This view of pain underscores divine justice and mercy the most. Happiness is the result of conformity to the truth, conforming to God. Insofar as one is not living according to the truth, she cannot have true happiness, pain serves as a reminder or push to reorient her to the truth.

The periods of brokenness in my life have lead me to seek God more closely, and realize that I cannot fix myself. The scars are too deep, and the pieces are too small. I need someone greater than I to fix the mess, and during these time I have turn to God for healing and for direction. This is why, when reading The Four Loves, when C. S. Lewis discusses accepting sufferings, I was so moved at his assertion, “We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.”[6] Sometimes, we choose to love someone who is not good for us or in an inordinate way, and this love distracts and pulls us away from our relationship with God, and this is when God breaks our heart. This is the grace of tears, but the good news is that according to Psalm 147, God heals the broken hearted. So even if God must break our hearts, He is there to heal them. He is the only cure for a broken heart, for He Himself was broken on the cross because of His love for us.

Choosing to love, we always run the risk of being broken, but if we don’t take the chance and love, there is no way for us to grow and reach perfection. As such, one of the most profound things that Lewis wrote is:

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.[7]

Real love, always involves risk. Anytime we open ourselves to another in love we risk getting hurt. As one who wears her heart on her sleeve, I know this all too well, but for every experience of love lost and every heartbreak I have grown closer to God and learned more about myself and love in the process. In Till We Have Faces, at her judgment, Orual imparts, “I was pierced through and through with the arrows of it. I was being unmade. I was no one.”[8] Like Orual, we must be broken in order to know ourselves, we know ourselves most clearly in times of pain and suffering.

Life is a love story, between us and God and through our love for God, us and other individuals as well. Life may not always seem like a love story and sometimes we grow deeper or less in love. We may love someone, but either our choices or his are incompatible, and they cannot be reconciled. Our choices can lead us in different directions, and the choice to take our live in different directions can lead to the breaking of our hearts. This is especially true in a love not centered in God, not guided by Him and in the hope of leading us closer to Him. Although, love always involves a choice, a commitment, and as such if the love is strong, true, and rooted and governed by agape, it can supersede our choices or guide us to choose the person rather than our other desires.

There is always an element of suffering in love, as the purest expression of love, is Christ’s death on the cross, and it is the greatest suffering. However, inordinate love, or love not guided by agape can cause worse suffering because it lacks the joy we find in loving others through or with our love for God. As Saint Paul proclaims, love, agape, “bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”[9] This is why Christ’s love for us is most fully expressed in His suffering and death on the cross. Just as suffering expresses His love for us, our suffering can lead us to grow in love for Him.






[1] C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (New York: Harper One, 1996), 91.


[2] Ibid.


[3] Anonymous The Princess Bride, directed by Rob Reiner et al. (Beverly Hills, CA: MGM DVD : Distributed by Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, 2007).


[4] Lewis, The Problem of Pain, 91.


[5] Ibid., 93.


[6] C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves (Boston: First Mariner Books, 1988), 122.


[7] Ibid., 121.


[8] C. S. Lewis, Till we have Faces : A Myth Retold (San Diego: Harcourt Brace & Co, 1984), 307.


[9] 1 Corinthians 13:7.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 21

I am thankful that while it may not be every minute of everyday, I am pretty much happy every day. It is a wonderful feeling to be so full of joy. When even on "bad" days my heart is smiling. It has been a long time coming, but I think I am finally at a point of total trust.

I am in limbo, and I am OK with that. After Monday I will know if I am applying for PhD programs for next year, or deferring a year. I am excited to go home tomorrow, even though I am kind of stressed about balancing fun, work, and family.

And even though I fluctuate through moments of feeling like the butt of some cosmic practical joke, overall I can smile and laugh at myself. So, I am very thankful for joy. 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 17

I am thankful for the times of brokenness in my life that have lead me closer to God and driven me deeper into his arms. Sometimes joy comes through tears and laughter through sorrow. In The Four Loves C. S. Lewis makes the claim that sometimes God must break our hearts, and in Diary of a Mad Black Woman, Brian tells Helen that sometimes we try to hold onto the very things that God Himself is trying to tear apart. I believe both of these are true. God wants us to be happy, I firmly believe this and place all my hope in it, this is why sometimes He has to tear us away from those things which distract us from our true happiness. The happiness that is found in God alone. So I am thankful for the times that God has broken my heart and comforted me with the grace of tears.

Kind of like "This." :)

Friday, November 15, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 15

I am thankful for the chance to study the lives of some of the saints. Like Hildegard and Teresa. Both of them have qualities I see in myself, as well as many more I really need to strive to imitate and attain. But because I can self-identify with them, it gives me hope that I, a tremendously flawed sinful individual, can also be holy. Like one of my former professors said in my course on Saint Augustine, his first name wasn't always saint. And there was a really cheesy song about how saint are just the sinners who get up after they fall.

Today I read this quote for my girl Hildie, "I too cower at the puniness of my mind, and am greatly wearied by anxiety and fear. Yet from time to time I resound a little, like the dim sound of a trumpet from the Living Light."

I am relieved to know a great saint and doctor Church also felt somewhat completely inferior, but still there is hope.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 14

I am so thankful for music. The way it moves and stirs the soul. The way it comforts and afflicts. I was just watching Last week's episode of Glee and the version of Katy Perry's "Wide Awake" they sang moved me to tears. The power of music. It truly is amazing.

Seven years ago a bad case of acid re-flux/heartburn, cause me to get pre-nodes on my vocal chords, and I was on voice rest for three months. Not being able to sing, and it actually hurting for me to sing or talk was so difficult to endure. Singing is a large part of my worship. Like Saint Augustine Said, when you sing, you pray twice. During this time I could not fully participate at Mass because I could not sing, or say the responses, and it was heart breaking for me. I remember it was getting close to Christmas, and I was so upset that I did not think I'd be able to sing at Christmas Eve Mass that I was in tears. As it happened I was able to sing, I had to skip the Messiah before Mass which was a sacrifice in its own right, but I was able to sing at Mass and it was amazing.

Right now I have no where to sing, well besides when I am home alone (or think I am anyway) and I belt out a line or two, usually relating to what I am feeling. I don't know where I would be without music.

And as it inspired my thankful post today, here is "Wide Awake:"

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 13

I am thankful for those little things that can make an alright day a great day. This morning I was upset that I had to dry an extra load of laundry, but that made for a chance encounter that has a put a big smile on my face. Sometimes our blessings come in disguise.


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 12

I am thankful for God, who guides my days and provides light in the darkness. Being a child of God is fundamental to my identity. I am working on bridging the gap between my studies in theology and living the faith, but sometimes it is hard to move from theory to practice. I am grateful that he has lead me to where I am today, and I pray He continues to lead and I continue to have to courage to follow and obey wherever I am asked to go.

"You never said it would be easy. You only said I would not go alone."

Thursday, November 7, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 7

I am thankful for my faith.
Even in times of doubt, it has worked in the background and sustained me. Part of that, I am sure, is owed to the intercession of my Grandmother, who would be 102 today on her birthday. While I didn't get much of a chance to know her here on earth, (she developed memory problems when I was rather young, and being a stupid kid, I wouldn't talk to her because even when.I was in high school she thought I was in 4th grade, and she died when I was in 9th) I know she watches out for me and protects me. I am also relatively sure she has guided me to where I am today. I was also named after her, so I always carry her with me.
My faith in God and specifically my Catholic faith has a lot to do with the person I am today, and I strive to be better formed by my relationship to Christ.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 5

Today I am thankful for Guy Fawkes, "Remember, remember the 5th of November."

J/K

But, I had to fit that quote in there somewhere . . .

I am thankful for beautiful days, when the fiery red and orange trees dance off the bright blue sky, and even though I am miserably cold, my heart is moved to praise of God. Days that really make you understand the cosmological proofs for the existence of God. The reminder that God made this beautiful creation, and it is here for our use and enjoyment.

Even if I do have to spend my time inside, reading and such instead of actually enjoying it.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 3

Today and today only, I am thankful for the time change and getting 10 hours of sleep. I guess really I am thankful for sleep. There is nothing more refreshing than much needed sleep. The refreshment is most welcome after a stressful fortnight, and feeling overwhelmed I am now actually feeling peaceful. I feel like I can make the decision about whether or not to defer my applications to PhD programs.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 2

On this feast of All Souls, I am thankful for all those who love me now and have loved me while they were here on this earth. Especially my grandmother, both my grandfathers, and my step mother.

And remember this prayer that Fr. Drew wrote:
"All our family and friends who have died, pray for us as we pray for you, that you may have everlasting life.

Friday, November 1, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day One

I did this last year and it really helped me cultivate an attitude of gratitude, which as a Christian is a necessary disposition, for all we have is gift and we are supposed to give it all back.

So on this first day, the feast of All Saints day, I am thankful for the MBOC, the Mystical Body of Christ. Living 1800 miles from your friends and family it is nice to know that especially through the Eucharist, that most holy sacrament, I am not only united to my Lord, but also to all those whom I love even worlds apart. If I can't see them face to face, at least, I can see them in the Eucharist. 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Unanswered Prayers or Blessing in Disguise?

So I was flipping through my journal from when I gave my BYA talk, because sometimes I need to read the affirmations from my fellow speakers, and I found an entry I wrote about St. Monica

From August 27, 2007 about 7 PM (in Adoration)

Today is the feast of St Monica, the patron saint of unanswered prayers.

Monica is just about the ultimate example of palanca. She lifted Augustine up in prayer everyday for years, seemingly without success.

He remained the faithless playboy he had been.

But deep down God was working, bringing Augustine to Ambrose.

It's funny how we think of our prayers and the way we want them answered, but God has different plans.

Monica probably wanted a quick, Paul-on-the-way-to-Damascus conversion for Augustine, but instead it was years and years, subtle turn by subtle turn.

Had Augustine had an instantaneous conversion, I think we'd lack an incredible example in our church. I know I relate better to Augustine than to someone like Therese of Lesieux.

Plus, Augustine opened the way for intellectuals in the Church. Without him theology wouldn't be what it is today.

St Monica has me thinking about unanswered prayers in my life. If prayers = instant gratification, I don't think that would be good. I have to agree with Garth Brooks--sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers.

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I know the spacing and line breaks are strange, but I wanted to copy this how it was in the journal.