Today’s the 14th Sunday in Ordinary Time.
Find the Mass Readings here: 14th Sunday in Ordinary Time, July 8, 2018
I’ve been a bit of a crabbycakes lately.
Everything is “a thorn in my side.” All of life’s little annoyances are like a bunch of tiny pricks.
I get St. Paul, in today’s readings. He begged the Lord 3 times to take away his burden.
I’ve been moping at God, too. Why don’t You just fix all of these little problems for me? Not yet? Well how about now. Or maybe now.
My eyes have been fixed on me and how every little thing is getting in my way.
I’ve become, as Paul said, “too elated.” Too proud. I have been looking for God, not to transform me, but to transform everything around me to fit into my perfect little worldview.
But St. Paul reminds me that God’s grace is enough for me.
It’s in these times of (very small) adversity that He wants to draw me closer to Him. It’s in these moments of (very small) sacrifice that I have the opportunity to enter into the greater sufferings of the Universal Church, and Christ’s suffering on the Cross.
These annoyances open the door to small trickles of grace.
If I allow them, the trickles will run together, and grow into a stream, a brook, a river. They will flow and rush and erode the nasty corners of my personality. They will carve away all that’s weak in me, and transform me into the person God wants me to be.
These moments of weakness, when I’m unhappy with myself, with others, with life. When it seems like thorns are pricking me with every step, these are the moments where God wishes to make me strong.
Not by changing my circumstances, but by changing me.
During Mass today, I realized my complacency in the offertory.
I write my little check and throw it in the basket while the priest prepares the gifts. I wait for him to get the offering ready – the bread and the wine. And I wait for Jesus to take over with His offering – His body and blood, His very life on the Cross.
Once again, I’m looking for Him to change everything, to suffer everything, to endure everything, to fix everything for me.
But I’m not called to be a bystander at the Mass.
At the offertory, I’m called to give more than a few dollars, then wait idly by. I’m called to be more than an onlooker.
I’m called to enter in to the sacrifice.
To give my entire self as an offering.
It’s when I unite my personal sacrifice, all that I am, in union with Jesus’ sacrifice, that when He comes to me in the Eucharist, He can truly transform me.
Then, I will be ready to accept all the graces He wants to pour out to me.
Then, He can unite me to Himself and change me from the inside out.
So my God, my Jesus, today I’m going to try to embrace all my little thorns. All my little annoyances, burdens, and sacrifices.
I acknowledge their littleness before the great sufferings of my brothers and sisters in Christ. I admit the insignificance of my small suffering before the immense pain and suffering You endured when You sacrificed Your life for me on the Cross.
Nevertheless, I lay all my burdens, my thorns, before You today.
Not to remove them, but to surrender them to You.
Please use these small sacrifices as a channel of Your grace. Please unite them to the thorns You endured during the Passion. Please change my heart to be one with Yours.
Let my crabbiness dissolve. Give me renewed forgiveness, peace, and joy.
Let me be content with adversity, like St. Paul.
Humble me, and open my eyes to the power of redemptive suffering. Unleash Your power in me – the power of virtue, the power of grace.
Because when I’m weak, only then can I be strong.
#MyMassTakeaway – A Thorn in My Side. I've been a bit of a crabbycakes lately. Everything is "a thorn in my side." All of life's little annoyances are like a bunch of tiny little pricks. I get St. Paul, in today's readings. He begged the Lord 3 times to take away his burden. I've been moping at God, too. Why don't You just fix all of these little problems for me? Not yet? Well how about now. Or maybe now. My eyes have been fixed on me and how every little thing is getting in my way. I've become, as Paul said, "too elated." Too proud. I have been looking for God, not to transform me, but to transform everything around me to fit into my perfect little worldview. But St. Paul reminds me that God's grace is enough for me. It's in these times of (very small) adversity that He wants to draw me closer to Him. It's in these moments of (very small) sacrifice that I have the opportunity to enter into the greater sufferings of the Universal Church, and Christ's suffering on the Cross. These annoyances open the door to small trickles of grace. If I allow them, the trickles will run together, and grow into a stream, a brook, a river. They will flow and rush and erode the nasty corners of my personality. They will carve away all that's weak in me, and transform me into the person God wants me to be. These moments of weakness, when I'm unhappy with myself, with others, with life. When it seems like thorns are pricking me with every step, these are the moments where God wishes to make me strong. Not by changing my circumstances, but by changing me. During Mass today, I realized my complacency in the offertory. I write my little check and throw it in the basket while the priest prepares the gifts. I wait for him to get the offering ready – the bread and the wine. And I wait for Jesus to take over with His offering – His body and blood, His very life on the Cross. Once again, I'm looking for Him to change everything, to suffer everything, to endure everything, to fix everything for me. But I'm not called to be a bystander at the Mass… ***To be continued on the blog***
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It's another #MyMassTakeaway from the road! 🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗 We attended a family reunion based on the descendants of my great-grandparents yesterday and marveled at the ages represented there (Belle's 3 months to 90 years old) and the generations present (3). There, whether by blood or marriage, family meant automatic membership into the clan (so to speak; this family is both Irish and Scottish, so it seems fitting). Baptism works exactly the same way: by Christ's blood and God's adoption of us, we are granted membership into the Christian family. Through baptism, we are called to be missionaries and evangelize the world. 🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏 The priest at this beautiful, simplistic, small-town parish was Nigerian; himself evangelizing a different country. In his homily he argued that the Mass does not begin at 5:00 p.m. (when the vigil takes place there); rather it begins at 6:00 p.m. when we leave. He stated that we recieve the Eucharist and head out into the parking lot armed to live the Christian life, but oftentimes begin judging while still in the parking lot. His key point was that the Christian life is lived outside the walls of the Church. ⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪⛪ At the beginning of our trip we encountered several homeless people in Savannah. It was heartbreaking to see them in the heat knowing that they had no shelter. By day they sat on stairs trying to escape the sun and at night they made the benches in the squares their beds. It was frustrating to see them doing spoken word, acapella singing, or playing instruments for money and watching people enjoy their offerings without giving them anything in return. 🎼🎵🎷🎤🎹🎸🎙🎶🎻🥁🎺 I had a hard time explaining to Little Miss why. Her little heart (which is actually huge) wanted to ration our cash and change to make sure we always had something for someone. She urged us to buy water for those we saw in the heat (which we did). We were all consumed with the sad realization that the three of us could do a lot, but it still wouldn't be enough. 😔😔😔 We were on vacation, but we were ministering to those in need. Wherever you are, whenever you see the need, step up. Show Christ's love to others.
I inexplicably got a tiny little thorn on the very end of my big toe yesterday. I got most of it out, but there still seems to be a little bitty piece of something there, and it HURTS! So I wore my wedding sneakers to Mass today. Gives my toes a little room, without worrying about bumping them. 👟 In the second reading today, St. Paul said he recieved a thorn in his flesh so that he would not become overwhelmed and too elated by the gifts he had been given. 👟 Initially, I grumbled a little at that line. The week was so horrible, so stressful, I wasn't in any danger of being overly elated without a thorn in my toe! That line was still the one that stuck with me throughout both Novus Ordo Masses I played today, and I began to think of all the blessings I was given, even just in this week. 👟 There will always be one thorn or another in my flesh (probably not usually a literal thorn like today), but there will always be countless blessings as well. The thorns remind me that I am not made for contentment in this world, and the blessings remind me that God does have wonderful things in store for me in the world to come. 👟 #mymasstakeaway with @tojesussincerely 👟 #mysundaybest #sometimesyoursundaybestissneakersokay? #godslove #godislove #stpaul #sundayreadings #catholic #catholicblogger #catholicsofinstagram #romancatholic #catholicthoughts #madeformore
#mymasstakeaway Today, the Gospel was from Mark, when Jesus was amazed at everyone’s lack of faith and unable to perform any miracles in His native town. Our wonderful priest spoke about how we have the spirit of God living in us and that it is important that we let God work in us and in the people around us. We are called to share the Gospel and be a witness, no matter how hard it can be! Even when people may react the way that the people in Jesus’ hometown reacted, we need to still not be scared or embarrassed. It made me think of how many times I’ve been nervous as to how my non-Catholic friends would react to when we’d have to cut our hang-outs short to go to Mass, or how there would be certain games we couldn’t play because of their inappropriateness, etc. Even among our Christian friends of different denominations, there are still so many oppositional views such as abortion, gay marriage, women in ministry, just to name a few but etc., etc.!However, the underlying aspect to remember is that we are called to love and be a witness to Christ and His Church no matter how much opposition may arise. We need to be loving but at the same time not be afraid to lovingly share the truth of Christ! As our priest said this morning, “Sadly about 90% of Catholics believe a Calvinistic view that we don’t need the Church for salvation.” Yet, coming together to receive the Eucharistic Body & Blood of Christ week after week, singing and praising God, hearing the Word of Sacred Scripture, and gathering with our family of God is ESSENTIAL to helping us grow in our relationship with Christ and receive the food/medicine for the journey to eternal life. I think this saint quote from St. John Vianney ties in nicely for this week’s gospel because it is important to remember that despite our best efforts to be loving and kind in our pursuit of showing others Christ’s light, we cannot beat ourselves up if we are still met with opposition from the world. It might be a sure sign that we are surely doing something right! #catholic #catholicmarriage #catholiclife #catholicmass #sundaymass #catholicwife #breadforthejourney #foodforthejourney #holycommunion #holyeucharist #eucharist
#MyMassTakeaway As we were going into Mass today, I told God there was only one priest I was hoping we wouldn't have today. We are blessed with amazing priests, but I knew there was a visiting priest this week and was hoping it wouldn't be him, because I love our priests' homilies and always get so much out of them. And wouldn't you know, it was the priest I didn't want. As I got a tad grumpy, I looked at the tabernacle and felt Jesus say in my heart, "Who are you here for?" Sometimes we get so focused on what we can "get" out of Mass and forget that it's really not about us. I'm there for Jesus, or at least I should be, and as long as he's there, then I'll definitely be "getting" something out of Mass. #mysundaybest #sundaybest #sundaybestsociety #sundayMass #Mass #Eucharist #homily #homilies #parish #church #timeforchurch #catholic #catholicchurch #catholicMass #catholicsonline #bissisterhood #zeliecreates #amdg #gloriam #gloriammarketing #forHisgreaterglory
Ben and I attended Mass at Saint Al's in Houghton (the parish we attended in college and where we got married). The priest was ordained very recently, but he has been connected with the parish and university for a while. He joked that the gospel reading was kind of an awkward one for a priest coming back home. And though he gave a fantastic homily about evangelization, what stuck with me is how this vacation has felt like being at home. Almost anyone who has been up here can tell you that the UP is a special place, but one of the reasons it is so special to me is the effect it had on my faith. I don't think I would still be a practicing Catholic if I hadn't gone to school here and attended St. Al's. And I got to share this experience with my husband. Without our spiritual growth, our marriage would look very different (if it happened at all). And, the second reading is one of my favorite sets of Bible verses. I first encountered them about 3.5 years ago, and since then, they've held a lot of meaning for me. It was a great, blessed Mass and a wonderful vacation. Praise God! #MyMassTakeaway with @tojesussincerely #CatholicsOnline #ChristianBlogger #FaithBlogger #CatholicBlogger #yooperCatholic #sundayfunday
#mymasstakeaway: Oh, St. Paul. Did you know that we would all have “thorns in the flesh”? That we would all have something we didn’t want, but that would ultimately make us stronger? 💪🏼 We think that applies to everyone’s marriage, too. Every.single.couple we know has a “thorn in the flesh,” so to speak. Infertility, super fertility, job instability, mental illness, chronic disease, you name it. Most (if not all) of us deal with multiple thorns. So that’s why we loved the second reading today. It was a good reminder that our thorns aren’t pointless – God is using them to help us grow! So don’t lose heart. Look to God together and remember His words: “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.” 🙌🏼 #mysundaybest
Fourteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time: I am back after vacation! I did plan on posting last week…but the Mass in the town we stayed in was in French…😬…anyway, in today’s Gospel, Jesus is rejected by those closest to him- his family. Our pastor made a point that the most difficult people for priests to minister to is their own family, whether or not they practice the faith. We all know someone who has fallen away from the faith. How do you witness to them? How are you living out the call of the prophet in your baptismal call of priest, prophet and king? It isn’t an easy task but it is needed. So invite the person not practicing their faith to church. Pray for the wisdom to know when and what to speak, and when to simply let your life witness. #mymasstakeaway
The priest today mentioned that His entire life, Jesus had to distinguish Himself – not as “the carpenter’s son,” but rather, “Mary’s son,” and ultimately the Son of God. He defied expectations of people around Him, and acted exceptionally. . . And, “as followers, as believers… as Christians, we are also called to live exceptional lives.” They will be lives that might be difficult, might give way to many temptations, and may find us being encouraged to respond to situations in the manner “ordinary” people would respond. But, we are called to not respond in ordinary measures; rather, we are to respond with faith, hope, and love. Even when everyone around us thinks we are nuts. . . The priest didn’t mention the Rosary as a way to connect us with our radical, and sometimes challenging ways to witness as faithful Christians. But, the Rosary changes us, and changes our outlook on life – and, changes the way we approach situations. Meditating on the Mysteries of the Rosary – or rather, various times of Jesus’ life – allows our hearts to open up and truly embrace the radical, exceptional approach of Christianity. . . So, if you haven’t prayed your Rosary in a while, dust it off, and give it some time to encourage you and strengthen you. If you are a regular Rosary reciter, teach the devotion to someone – or, at least, encourage another person to give it a try, and pray with them. . . For all of us who are believers and followers, don’t allow our beliefs to become stale, stagnant and rote. Rather, every day, commit to growing in some manner… and, commit to living in a way which will set us aside as exceptional. . . #mymasstakeaway w/ @tojesussincerely #catholicsofinstagram #catholicsonline #catholicinspiration #catholicblogger #catholiclife #proudcatholic #praytherosary #rosary #powerofprayer #prayer #rosarywarrior
Some saints are hard to relate to, but when (St.) Paul says he begged God to relieve him of his suffering, I'm like, "You and me, both, Paul! You and me both!" More than most things, I get this — this prayer and begging for relief, and I'm thankful that this is an experience we hear about because it's a reminder for the times that we're saying that same prayer. It's a reminder that we're not alone. The other half of that experience is equally as important: that God responded and that His grace is enough, and that we can be at peace even when we're weak and even when we're not healed, because that's when God's power will be strongest within us and for us. I've experienced this at my weakest. I surprisingly felt closer to God in my darkest pain than ever before. So for me, this isn't a platitude but an experience, and I've learned that it has to be one (an experience) that we talk about, or else these words carry too much weight or too little. #mymasstakeaway PS. this photo reminds me of a perfume ad 😂
Our Yukon was maxed out this morning on the way to Mass as we had our oldest son’s friend in tow.😁 ⛪ Today’s #mymasstakeaway … “The Word became Flesh and dwelt among us.” I was telling my husband last night how the Catholic faith is just like a Christmas present. It is the one true faith started by Jesus Christ Himself, and only those who are ready for this Christmas present are ready to open the gift of faith as Jesus coming into the world is a gift to us all. As Saint Jerome said, “Ignorance of Scripture is ignorance of Christ.” 🙏🏻 🎁 #catholiccowgirl
Have you ever tried to call a “rebellious” family member or friend out of sin? Yeah. It goes over like a lead ballon. Ever tried to tell people to not live for this world? Usually you get a few eye rolls and laughs. It’s not easy to try and be a prophet. As baptized Christians we all are called to be one in some form. We are to call people out of sin, lead rebellious people back to God and proclaim the kingdom. It’s not very easy to do this with strangers. With people who are close to you, it’s downright hard. They know you. They know your faults and sins. You are just Amy or whoever to them, not some person trying to be holy. Even Jesus struggled with this. His family and friends didn’t want to listen to him. “Oh, it’s just Jesus again.” But, we are called, in our own way. God gave me lots of zeal and passion which for most of my life spilled out in anger and impatience, but I am learning to hone those things. I’m trying to be better in how I lead others to Christ. For those areas where I struggle, God’s “grace is sufficient.” I never know the seeds planted by my words or witness. Have a great Sunday, friends. Find a gigantic tree swing if you can, rest, and enjoy the day. 😀
I want to know your Mass Takeaway too! Comment with your thoughts on the readings, your pastor’s homily, or anything that struck you during your time at Mass.