Did I ever mention that I hate titles? Whenever I begin my post, my creativity is stunted by titles. For, what am I to name a blog entry? It doesn't entirely make sense, unless I am specifically talking about some certain topic. But when I'm updating just to update, there isn't any sense in naming it.

Yeah. Ahem.
Today is Sunday! Thank God!
Last night we went to confession as usual. Father was there (as he always is, God love him) after the 7:00 Mass and there was the same huge line to his confessional that we see every week. I asked him about teaching CCD and he said that I was certainly qualified to teach, but he doesn't know if I'd be able to age-wise. He did say that I could assist dad (who will be teaching this year) and that it would be fantastic if I did.
We got out of OLL at around 10 and then we had to pick up some coffee for the week. While mom was at the bank getting that green stuff the government prints, Therese leans over to my seat in the car and tells me that there is this man sleeping under a light blanket under one of the stores across the street. I look, and lo and behold she is right. Both of us mention it to dad and he looks for a while trying to decide what to do (remember, it is frigid out and really windy). Then mom comes back into the car and dad tells her. We must have sat there for about 15 minutes wondering what to do. We knew that it would be really foolish to take the man home - he could have been doing this for money (which I highly doubted -I mean who would sleep out in the freezing weather as a scam?) or he might be insane or drunk. After a lot of back and forth, we decided see what the police could do. So we drive a minute or two, and for some reason, this one cop stops at the curb. Mom and dad notice it, and dad pulls over and gets out to inform the cop about the man. It turns out that it was a man and his wife (we didn't see the wife) who are rather wealthy people. They do this a lot, and the police have tried to get them to stop, but for some reason they insist on doing it.
So that was our little adventure for the night.
This morning I barely got out of bed (bleh). Dad threatened me a few times before I actually decided to venture out from under the covers. Basically the threats consisted of "If you don't get up we will miss the Children's Mass and you'll have to go to a survival Mass and deal with the altar girls and drums and electric guitars and 15 Ex Men (Eucharistic Ministers).
Father's Homily for today was wonderful and very helpful. He was talking about the true effects of sin. In one lie you defy God's truth, omnipotence, His sovereignty...and so much more - that isn't even touching upon the human effects of it! It was just eye-opening to realize what we do to the very God who created us.
I must remind myself from now on: "Death rather than sin."
After Mass we went to breakfast. I'm telling you, I felt like I was in a foreign country...as a tourist. No offence to anybody, but the place was swarming with every race, and NONE OF THEM SPOKE ENGLISH! Imagine how it feels, to be sitting in a restaurant, in your own state, in your own country, and be surrounded by people who don't speak the same language you speak or dress the way you dress! I mean for heaven's sake, if you LIVE in America the ACT like an American. America is not a very large hotel - it is a COUNTRY! A country which you pray, live, work and die for!
Thank you. I needed to get that out.
But lately I've been thinking in that way. It is pretty depressing when you realize that 1)There are countries out there that hate America. Hate it! Hate it's values, hate it's freedom, hate what it stands for! THEY DON'T WANT FREEDOM! And we have proof that they don't. 2) That there are people in our own country that hate America. 3) There is no way that this war - this holy war - is going to be snuffed out in a matter of months...or years. Go to Michael Savage's site and you will see a picture of a little girl of about 12-14 years of age, beheaded because she was a Christian (if you would like the link I'll ask my dad for it. He was browsing and I happened to see the picture). People are idiots if they can't see that the Muslims are dead serious about this war.
But! Among all this is hope. Of course there is. Where there is life there is hope. Not only that, but this upcoming persecution (no matter how horrible it is) is a very good thing for the Catholic Church. One must remember that it is by the blood of the martyrs that the Church thrives. In that case, bring it all on. Muslims are serious about their religion and would rather die than give it up. So too, are we Catholics. Much more so, in fact. Bring on the persecution, bring on your threats and tortures, bring it all on. I welcome it, because I have firm belief that the Catholic Church will come through triumphant. Maybe not in 10 years, 15 years, or even 200 years, but She will come out victorious as She always has.
Let us all be given the grace of a martyrs death!


"But you need have no fear, for Love has brought you here, and Love will take care of you. Let Love be your life, that you may die of Love." - Our Lord to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"Be faithful to Him and refuse Him nothing. Pave the way of His coming by the little acts He so loves, for He will come soon. Courage, courage, generosity and love....Life's winter is short and its springtide eternal." - Our Lady to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"A novice remarked to Saint Therese: 'I do not like to see others suffer, especially saintly souls.' She replied instantly:
'Oh! I am not like you: to see saints suffer never moves me to pity! I know they have the strength to endure, and they thus give great glory to God: but those who are not holy, who know not how to profit by their sufferings, oh! how I pity them; and I would do all I could to comfort and help them.'" - From "Thoughts of Saint Therese"

Ad Jesum per Mariam!

.Mia.