The Faces of God

So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and cut the earth’s vintage. He threw it into the great wine press of God’s fury. –Rev 14:19

Yipes! I was lucky enough to grow up with a Loving God in my life. I have heard horror stories about the Judgmental God scaring and repelling others in their youth. Because of this a relationship with God is difficult and painful. Thankfully this Judgmental God is not my first thought, but He most certainly is real. In my local Catholic Church I don’t hear too much about this part of God. I wonder if this is not fostering a namby pamby idea of the Creator, something like those wimpy religious images of Christ. In my work with icons I learned about Christ Pantocrator (a word that closely means Omnipotent), the great visual of God on the ceilings of the Orthodox churches. In the sixth century someone ‘wrote’ an icon that seemed to encapsulate both the judgmental and the loving aspects of God. The face of Christ seems to be divided in two. The left side has a fierce eye and countenance: the all-seeing eye of God. You can run but you can’t hide! And the right eye seems to look upon the viewer with love and acceptance. An Orthodox priest told me penitents look at an image of this icon while in Reconciliation. The priest stands behind the penitent with his hand on his or her shoulder. God knows all and God loves us anyway.

I pray to know all of the aspects of God. May my fears not keep me from the Truth.

The Name of God

I, John, looked and there was the Lamb standing on Mt. Zion, and with him a hundred and forty-four thousand who had his name and his father’s name written on their foreheads….who had been ransomed from the earth.—Rev 14:1-3 +

Two things: Firstly, I pray for the Holy Souls every day. I have accepted this long-ago calling and have not turned my back on it and on them. I am praying them into heaven. I am grateful for the readings from the Book of Revelation at this time of the Church Year which reminds me of the Holy Souls. I like to imagine this symbolic number of 144,000 strong enjoying their place in heaven. May my prayers get them there!

Secondly: Today’s readings and the phrase about God’s ‘name written on their foreheads’ reinforces what I heard at yesterday’s homily. Fr. Andrew was giving us a bit of the history of the Feast of Christ the King. It is not a very old feast; if I remember correctly Pope Pius introduced it about 1928 in reaction to the threat of communism and its godless ideas. Fr. Andrew told us about a recent trip he took to the monuments around Washington DC, and told us of the places he saw the word “God” etched in stone. The older monuments had the word everywhere. The newest memorial, that to Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr, did not recognize his title (reverend) nor include the words of God, or Jesus, or Christianity anywhere. MLK’s speeches were laden with those words. He was a preacher! It has become politically incorrect to use the name of God in any public place. We are in worse shape than we were in 1928! How intolerant we have become. Can this be good for our country? I think we Catholics need to be visible and vocal. Let us keep the word of God in our lives. God give us courage.

Endings and Beginnings

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” said the Lord God.

Today is the Feast of Christ the King of the Universe. It wasn’t until this year that I noticed the ‘of the Universe’ part of the Title on my Catholic calendar. When I read this I thought of photographs from the Hubble Telescope we had seen at a performance of our Philharmonic. With the majesty of The Planets swelling in the background the audience was awed by a universe we intellectually may know is there, but to see it! I know the word amazing is over used, but these photographs are amazing. Our universe is amazing. To wrap my brain around the idea of Christ the King of the Universe is more than I can do. I have to accept this glorious and creative authority on faith.  The church window behind the altar of my parish of St. Vincent’s includes the symbols of Alpha and Omega. I look at these every time I attend Holy Mass in that building. These symbols never cease to fill me with awe. I am so grateful there is such a feast to honor this aspect of our God. Amazing !

This final week of the Church Year is kind of like New Year’s Eve for me. I say the last week of rosaries with the saints who have been my 2012 companions for each mystery. I also bid ‘thank you and farewell’ to the saint who has been my constant Saint Companion this year. St. Faustina wrote of this idea of a Saint Companion and I have been participating in this for several years. When December 1^st rolls around I pray for the grace of the Holy Spirit and then reach into my bag of names of saints and receive the gift given to me.  St. Frances Xavier Cabrini was my choice on December 1, 2011. What a gift she was to me! Frances Cabrini was a woman of great and selfless service. I have not been called to that kind of active lifestyle. I am a Carmelite, not a Franciscan! But her connection to the Sacred Heart of Jesus? That I could do. And I ‘assigned’ her to the Third Sorrowful Mystery to pray with me for my intentions of the day. In December of 2011 I had no idea I would be writing the NaNo novel, but here she appeared to grace my project. I named a character after her. I am grateful for the year we have spent together. I also look forward to the surprise of my saint companions for the new liturgical year.

Come up here

Then they heard a loud voice from heaven say to them, “Come up here.”—Rev 11:12

This is the Month of the Holy Souls. My prayer calendar is full of reminders to pray for them this month in a special way. Today’s entry is a call to snatch a soul from hell by my prayers. I heard Rosalie Turton speak at a conference a few years ago. She told the story of someone who had a vision of a vast number of people in heaven and was told these were all the souls he had prayed to salvation. And then he had a vision of an even vaster number of souls. And these were those left behind because of his refusal to pray for them. I believe God is timeless. I believe I can pray for anyone in any time and snatch them out of eternal damnation. I believe I can pray a soul to the “Come up here” point. I believe in the power of prayer.

Return

"Go and take the scroll that lies open in the hand of the angel who is standing on the sea and on the land." So I went up to the angel and told him to give me the small scroll. he said to me,"Take and swallow it. It will turn your stomach sour, but in your mouth it will taste sweet as honey." --Rev 10:8

This November I have participated in NaNoWriMo, a 50,000 word online writing project. Today I am near 47,000 words and will, God willing, reach my word goal this weekend. In the course of this month I learned that writing this novel may have been my idea of a lifetime dream, but I do not think that it was God's idea for me. The call to return to this Catholic Life blog has been powerful all through the month of sitting at the keyboard. At first I thought it was just the 'excuse' not to work on the NaNo novel. In actuality I think the NaNo project was the permission I needed to go back to writing this blog; to take up the scroll handed to me.
I have done a lot of work with icons. The scroll has a very important symbolism in them. It is the game plan of gifts God has written for us. In today's first reading for Holy Mass I read again of the scroll and how wonderful it is to recognize its gift to us from God. To take it means to accept this gift and all the sweetness of resting in the love God has for our individuality and the work only we can do for Him on earth. It also means we must have an accountability for having accepted it. To ignore our gifts is to have a sourness in our stomach.
The angel of NaNoWriMo is standing before me in all his glory. I will finish the novel project because of the many lessons I have been taught in the writing process. And to finish is a lesson in itself. And I also accept the scroll of this writing project as well. There is relief in this sweet taste of honey in my mouth.

Curing a Woman on the Sabbath

 I am working the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius. I am  on Week 23 now and the Bible verses for the week concentrate on Jesus healing.  Today I read this translation of Luke 13:10 and the Light Weigh(Spiritual Growth program I am a part of)  jumped right out at me  so I wanted to share…

One Sabbath day as Jesus was teaching in a synagogue, he saw a woman who had been crippled by an evil spirit. She had been bent double for eighteen years and was unable to stand up straight. When Jesus saw her, he called her over and said, “Dear woman, you are healed of your sickness!” Then he touched her, and instantly she could stand straight. How she praised God!

Jesus saw…He sees everyone and knows all of the pain we hold

He called her over…she had to be paying attention to hear his voice. Paying attention to God and where He would like us to be can be a challenge in this noisy and complicated world.

He called her Dear…We all are precious to God

You are healed of your sickness…There is no doubt what Jesus was saying to her. We don’t need interpretation or translation for those words. Again, the noise and complications of our lives may garble the words of the Lord unless we make a concerted effort to hear what He is saying to us.

He touched her…We are touched by God in many ways. We need to be aware of how God is touching us. Do you recognize this question from our workbook? J

How she praised God! She knew Who made the difference in her life.