“He who carries God in his heart bears heaven with him wherever he goes.”
St. Ignatius of Loyola
God would have given us something greater if he had something greater than Himself.
St. John Vianney
“If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes.”
St. Clement of Alexandria
Nothing is sweeter than love; nothing stronger, nothing higher, nothing more generous,
nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller or better in Heaven or on earth;
for love proceeds from God and cannot rest but in God above all things created.”
Thomas a’ Kempis, p. 87
An Excerpt From
Imitation of Christ
“I ask you to consider that our Lord Jesus Christ is your true head and that
you are a member of his body.
He belongs to you as the head belongs to the body.
All that is his is yours: breath, heart, body, soul and all his faculties.
All of these you must use as if they belonged to you,
so that in serving him you may give him praise, love and glory.”
St. John Eudes
“Since Jesus has gone to Heaven now,
I can only follow the traces He has left behind.
But how bright these traces are! How fragrant and divine!
I have only to glance at the Gospels;
at once this fragrance from the life of Jesus reaches me,
and I know which way to run:
to the lowest, not the highest place!”
St. Therese of Lisieux, p. 153-4
An Excerpt From
Story of a Soul
When in the woods, especially this time of year with falling leaves and treasures hidden underfoot,
I have learned to look for the lowest secrets rather than those of the highest and most soaring wonders.
I give thanks for being able to spend time in God’s creation!
Let all the earth fear the Lord;
let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him!
“By accepting the sufferings ‘offered’ by life and allowed by God for
our progress and purification, we spare ourselves much harder ones.
We need to develop this kind of realism and, once and for all,
stop dreaming of a life without suffering or conflict.
That is the life of heaven, not earth.
We must take up our cross and follow Christ courageously every day;
the bitterness of that cross will sooner or later be transformed into sweetness.”
Fr. Jacques Philippe, p. 49
An Excerpt From
We were not made for earth but for Heaven.
That is the single truth for those who claim Jesus as Lord and Savior.
It is for those who believe there was Omnipotent breath blown into Adam,
giving him life.
It is for those who believe the Word of God is both the first and last word.
The Alpha, the Omega.
It is for those who believe in the Resurrection.
It is the sole truth for those who watch a world gone mad and wonder where
and how they fit in.
The answer is simple, they don’t, we don’t, fit in.
You and me…we don’t fit into any of this mess.
God is God and we are not.
It is that simple.
I Am Who I Am (Exodus 3:14)
And we are His.
The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
If you tell God no because He won’t explain the reason He wants you to do
something, you are actually hindering His blessing.
But when you say yes to Him, all of heaven opens to pour out His
goodness and reward your obedience.
What matters more than material blessings are the things
He is teaching us in our spirit.
I use to write letters.
Real letters with a real pen and real paper.
Real scratched out mistakes.
There was no spell check—only a dictionary.
Sometimes your letters were typed, sometimes written by hand.
Mine were always by hand.
I use to write you so many letters.
You use to write to me as well.
I still have a box with so many of those letters and cards.
If the truth be told, we really meet through a letter, you and me.
I still have the card you sent.
When I went away to college, I use to sit at the bus stop writing feverishly before the bus arrived,
whisking me off to yet another class miles across campus.
I’d sit in the park, back propped against an ancient oak tree, writing.
I sat up late on the night before my wedding, writing.
We wrote one another long before there were computers…
ages before there was texting.
We wrote on paper and cards.
We put stamps on envelopes and we put letters in a post box.
We would each excitedly spot that telltale script…written and addressed
with our name—
it would arrive in the day’s mail.
I checked my box at least twice a day.
Wonderment and even excitement filled our thoughts.
We’d each steal away…to a quiet private place as we’d tear open the postmarked envelope.
Savoring the “Dearest Jules” or the ‘Dearest Godpoppa”
Apprehensive and anticipatory wonder mixed with anxiousness…
coupled with a deep sense of joy…
accompanied the arrival of each letter and every card.
What was the word?
What was the news?
What was the need?
What was the advice?
We wrote for nearly 40 years…back and forth…just you and me.
The subject matter growing often hard and difficult with time.
Those letters…the writing and the receiving.
The intimate words shared between a surrogate father and his adopted goddaughter.
The pouring out of the most sacred and secretive thoughts from the novice to the wizened
You were born in 1922
You were adopted in 1923.
I was born in 1959
I was adopted in 1960
Lessons taught and lessons learned.
And yet now, now when I need to hear from you the most, how do I write to Heaven?
How do I address such a letter?
What would you tell me now…how do I proceed?
What should I do?
What would you say?
I’ll be waiting…and I’ll be listening.
Somehow I know you know.
“Out of the heavens He let you hear His voice to discipline you;
and on earth He let you see His great fire, and you heard His words from the midst of the fire.
Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
The day we met,
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I’d found a home for my heart…
I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more…
(Lyrics from Christina Perri A Thousand Years)
Notre Dame—Our Lady of Paris
850 years of–
Yet for now, there are too many emotions to express regarding this collective sense
of sorrow, grief and loss.
Our frail and feeble earthly attempts to reach upward to God will each eventually perish
while fading to both ash and dust…
Our Heavenly Father’s reach, downward to us his children, will remain for eternity…
“He therefore turned to mankind only with regret.
His cathedral was enough for him.
It was peopled with marble figures of kings, saints and bishops who at least
did not laugh in his face and looked at him with only tranquillity and benevolence.
The other statues, those of monsters and demons, had no hatred for him –
he resembled them too closely for that.
It was rather the rest of mankind that they jeered at.
The saints were his friends and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and
kept watch over him.
He would sometimes spend whole hours crouched before one of the statues
in solitary conversation with it.
If anyone came upon him then he would run away like a lover surprised during a serenade.”
Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
“When we pray, the voice of the heart must be heard more than the proceedings from the mouth.”
“Prayer, considered as petition, consists entirely in expressing to God some desire in order
that He may hear it favorably; a real desire is, therefore, its primary and essential condition;
without this, we are merely moving the lips, going through a form of words which is not the expression
of our will; and thus our prayer is only an appearance without reality.
The way, then, to excite ourselves to pray, to put life and fervor into our prayer,
and to make of it a cry which, breaking forth from the depths of the soul, penetrates even to heaven,
is to conceive the real desire mentioned above, to excite it, to cherish it;
for the fervor of our prayer will be in proportion to the strength of the desire we have to be heard;
just as what we have but little at heart we ask for only in a half-hearted way,
if even we ask it at all; so what we desire with our whole soul we ask for with words of fire,
and plead for it before God with an eloquence that is very real.”
Rev. Dom Lehody, p. 4-5
An Excerpt From
The Ways of Mental Prayer
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Hamlet / William Shakespeare
“After William Shakespeare’s Horatio sees the ghost of Hamlet’s father and
scarcely believes his own eyes, Hamlet tells him that there is more to reality
than he can know or imagine including ghosts.”
So reads a small excerpt I recently came across when flipping through a new book catalog
I’d just received in the mail.
The catalog is from Ignatius Press and the excerpt was part of a brief overview
for a new book release by both college professor and Christian philosopher Peter Kreeft.
I found the Shakespeare piece, the quote from Hamlet, quite telling.
That there is indeed more to this reality of ours…with death being a bit of a doorway…
not so much the ghost thing…as I do believe in a spiritual warfare…but this is
not about that…not today anyway…
But I should confess that every once in a while I do find my thoughts turning to my
Perhaps that’s a bit morbid, but hey, it happens.
I suppose such thoughts increase as one’s age increases.
Since I hit another birthday last week, I suppose such thoughts concerning both
life and death are just typical brain fodder.
You know when you’re actually closer to that magic number that those supposed experts
keep telling us is a typical life expectancy age for a relatively healthy US woman…
well, the reality becomes a bit hard to ignore.
I’ve mentioned before that if you have ever lived through losing, utterly prematurely, a
loved one or perhaps a dear friend due to a catastrophic illness or tragic accident…
you naturally find yourself wondering, more often than others,
‘when might my your own number get called up??’
So yesterday while I found myself standing at the kitchen sink…a sink full of green beans
that needed snapping and stringing before being cooked…my thoughts wandered off course.
And by the way, I don’t know why but I can never find fresh pole beans this time of year…
just those generic string beans now sold in pre-packaged plastic bags all imported from
south Florida or worse…California….anywhooo, I digress.
So there I was mindlessly stringing and snapping a sink full of imported beans as my mind
My thoughts actually got around to the notion of what if I did just suddenly fall out
here at the sink…
what if I dropped dead while stringing these beans…???!!
I suppose they could sadly write my epitaph “She died stringing beans”
But there are certainly worse ways to go.
And in typical fashion for my life, that’s how it will be you know.
It won’t be like something out of the movies but rather it will be
nothing I will have expected or planned on.
Death doesn’t work that way.
With a healthy melding of both humility and hubris, I’ve always thought it will never
be in some sort of glorious heroic sort of finale.
It’ll be more like something stupid or either something plain awful.
Funny how the brain and ego work in tandem when imagining one’s own ending.
Death waits for no man, and if he does, he usually doesn’t wait long…
That quote comes from Markus Zusak, author of The Book Theif (I didn’t care for the book)
So yes, Mr. Zusak is correct, Death doesn’t wait.
And I think we’d all agree that Death, here in our realm, is mostly perceived as
something most tragic and dreaded…
It’s a permanent-seeming sort of separation and, for far too many, it can be
a painfully slow and lingering happening.
And the odd thing is…that when it is long and painful, we then view Death as a blessed
We even note that the one suffering suffers no more.
Yet death is a thought that leaves all of us unsettled…
particularly when we think about our own demise.
Chances are all of us, at one point or another has mused over when, where, how and why…
Yet what we must remember is that in the mind of God, death is more or less liberating.
It’s the cutting of an earthbound tether… as we humans suffer from
a gravitational pull that keeps us grounded… and Heaven knows, we certainly like
our earthly grounding.
But the cutting of the earthly tether allows for a reunion.
A reunion between Creator and created…
it’s just that we don’t always think of it those sorts of terms.
Instead, we dread it or simply see it more as an ending rather than a beginning.
It’s hard to imagine that death is actually an act of ‘freeing’ us.
Yet for me, it tends to be more of a scary thought than not.
For those of us who lay our hearts, our lives, our sins, our hopes at the foot
of the cross…
those of us who die on the Cross with Christ and are in turn risen from the tomb with
Christ Resurrected…death should not be seen as the ending but rather the beginning…
but yet I’ll be the first to admit, it’s a bit scary walking out into that unknown.
So as I was stringing my beans, I quickly realized that our idea of death is not God’s
idea of death…and that in itself alone is a very good thing.
When I recently visited the Basilica of Santa Maria sopra Minerva in Rome, I
was taken aback a bit when I saw two separate tombs that actually had the real skulls
of the deceased embedded into the tombs as part of the elaborate construction.
A somewhat creepy reminder of our own mortality.
Just like those catacombs in France and other places scattered around the world…
catacombs with thousands of human bones..those of deceased monks,
elaborately displayed in a macabre reminder that from dust we come and to dust,
we will return.
And so as we prepare to enter into this season of Advent, that season of waiting and
A time of anticipation, birth and the newness of life…we must be mindful that the
shadow of the Death remains…
it remains not to frighten us but rather to offer us hope.
The Hope of Life which comes through the Ressurection of a life that overcame Death.
A hard concept to wrap our earth bound heads around, but wrap we must because it is in
our dying that we truly have our life…
It remains not as a harbinger but rather as a reminder…harbinger being man’s idea as
Hope is God’s idea…
And thus the reminder being….that Jesus, through His own death, overcame our death,
allowing us to live…to truly live with Him.
Therefore in Christ, we gloriously find birth, life, death and then finally life eternal…
A gift as it were…with it being the best gift our Heavenly Father could give…
that being a reunited life free of sin or earthly strife…
So tomorrow when I find myself making a pumpkin pie, who knows where my thoughts will
lead me…at least my epitaph won’t read she died stringing beans…
dying while making a pumpkin
pie certainly sounds so much more festive…complete with whipped cream…
“A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.”
St. Therese of Lisieux
“The beatitude of the saints is immutable, like that of the Son of God. . .
Add ages to ages; multiply them equal to the sand of the ocean or the stars of heaven;
exhaust all numbers, if you can, beyond what the human intelligence can conceive,
and for the elect there will be still the same eternity of happiness.
They are immutable, and this immutability excludes weariness and disgust.
The life of an elect soul is one succession, without end,
of desires ever arising and ever satisfied, but desires without trouble, satiety or lassitude.
The elect will always see God, love God, possess God and always will wish to see Him,
love Him and possess Him still more.
This beatitude is the end destined for all;
God has given us time only in order to merit it, being and life only to possess it.
Reflect seriously on this great truth, and ask yourself these three questions
at the foot of the crucifix:
What have I done hitherto for heaven?
What ought I to do for heaven?
What shall I do henceforward for heaven?”
St. Ignatius of Loyola, p. 179
An Excerpt From
“Christ is my Spouse.
He chose me first and His I will be.
He made my soul beautiful with the jewels of grace and virtue.
I belong to Him whom the angels serve.”
(a simple cross on an old pine for a simple deditcation / Julie Cook / 2018)
“Jesus Christ did not think the sovereign beatitude and glory of Heaven too dearly
purchased at the price of unspeakable tortures, and by suffering His sacred
flesh to be mangled by nails, thorns, and scourges.
Great indeed must be the value of that which cost the Son of God so dear!
And yet we esteem it so little, as to be even ready to renounce our claim to it,
as, in fact, so many of us do, for the sake of some wretched pleasure or despicable interest!
Ye blind and deluded children of men, contemplate the Wounds of your Crucified God,
and see in what manner the gates of the kingdom of glory have been opened to you!
See what it has cost Him to place you in possession of it,
and understand, if possible, how infinite a benefit was bestowed upon you by the
Son of God when He purchased for you, Heaven, which you had lost by sin! …
Enter in spirit into these sacred Wounds,
and you will comprehend the value and sublimity of that eternal felicity which
they have acquired for you, and you will learn to detach your heart from the
earth and from creatures, so as to place all your affections and desires upon Heaven.”
Fr. Ignatius of the Side of Christ,
An Excerpt From
The School of Christ Crucified