To say I felt overwhelmed was an understatement. I was looking at a list of 21 confirmed food allergies, most of which I had spent the past 6 years functioning off of because I thought they were the solution to living gluten and dairy free. I had to keep reminding myself these test results were answers, this was good news.
“Dear God, why do I believe in you?!” I cried out in prayer. I was not crying out in disbelief, rather I was longing for words to describe my strong belief in the Lord our God. While I know that I love him, it seems I can rarely find the words to adequately explain this mysterious, delightful bond.
I used to think the term Cafeteria Catholics applied only to those Catholics who pick and choose which church teachings to apply to their political life—abortion and same-sex marriage for example. But God opened my eyes to see the hypocrite standing in the mirror.
St. Therese of Lisieux once said, “Let us love our littleness, let us love to feel nothing, then we shall be poor in spirit and Jesus will come to look for us [and] he will transform us in flames of love.” To understand her words, we must understand the meaning of humility and repentance.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about flipping the script on Lent. The idea started in preparation for a presentation at work where I was sharing tips for networking.