I wonder if we realize that we have been so formed by a culture of individualism and self-reliance that we find ourselves in bondage to it. We see ourselves as our own individual boats, not part of a fleet. Have we missed the main point: our lives find meaning in God’s story, which is the very best story?
Thoughts For Today
After such a long, dangerous and grueling trip, Mary and Joseph arrived in Bethlehem, a name which means “house of bread.” It is fitting that the Christ-Child born there is the bread of life who gives himself—his flesh and blood—as food for eternal life.
As I prayed the Rosary while a beautiful sunrise unfolded overhead, I realized that prayer was not so much about accomplishing something as it was about entering into a relationship, a communion, a loving conversation with the divine Other who is Love.
After receiving my first Communion at age 11, I would not return to the Catholic Church for nearly twenty years. All of that changed this last Easter when, after many struggles, hurts and pains, I returned to full communion with the Church of Jesus Christ.
Ah, New Year’s resolutions. The world first tells us to make them, promising success if we purchase this, this, and this. Then the world likes to rub it in our faces so that by day 6 most of us have given up. Day 6! Not even a full week.