I once had a protestant friend tell me, “You’re the first Catholic I’ve known that actually lives a Christian lifestyle.”
I was really taken aback.
It’s heartbreaking to me to think that so many Catholics profess the faith but aren’t living it out.
We’re all called to be witnesses to Christ.
We’re called to be in the world but not of it.
And that can be really really really difficult.
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You all know how much I love my Catholic t-shirt collection!
What better way to wear your faith on your sleeve than to literally wear your faith… on your sleeves?
I wear my Catholic t-shirts with anything from jeans to skirts. On messy-bun days, and on makeup days. (But not on Sundays! Sundays are fancy days!)
They are the perfect evangelization tool everywhere I go.
Today I wanted to tell you about some of my current favorite Catholic t-shirts.
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When this whole covid thing went down, I was one of those (perhaps slightly obnoxious) “living my best life” people.
I enjoyed having my husband home, slowing down, extra time for prayer, doing fun at-home projects with the kids.
Being without the Mass was hard (real hard) but we had Adoration in churches nearby!
But now, with things opening up again but *still* not being back to normal – I’m starting to feel worn down.
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I frowned at the mirror as I pinched the soft folds of my postpartum belly in my hands.
That mirror revealed so many imperfections.
The bags under my eyes, the acne on my skin, a frizzy mess of unwashed hair, and at least 15 pounds of extra weight.
I’ve struggled with my view of my body on and off throughout my life. Even when I’m fit and trim, my body is never perfect.
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While the kids watched a movie, my husband and I both took the opportunity to relax in our own preferred ways – he with a few episodes of his favorite show, me in a nice hot bath.
As I soaked in the tub, I heard the movie end and the kids begin to get rowdy.
I waited for a minute or two, hoping my husband would corral them and start the bedtime routine, but he didn’t.
So I got angry.
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My child asked me if we could start going to daily Mass, and I hesitated.
Our parish is a half hour drive, it’s hard to get the kids ready and out the door in the morning, we have so many other things to do in our day.
Excuses.
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Do you see what these months without the Eucharist have done to us?
The Eucharist is our strength, the center of our lives. It is the source and summit of our Faith.
The Eucharist is self-sacrificing love. It is Jesus, entirely given: Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity, out of love for us.
When he saw sin, what did he do? Did he attack, vilify, cut down?
No, he stretched out his hands and healed, forgave. He stretched out his arms and suffered and died. He humbly allowed himself to be beaten, mocked, and tortured by the very ones who hurt him, the ones he loved with an infinite, self-sacrificing love.
He gave of himself.
And thus he won their hearts.
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I want to tell you about a mission in Haiti that holds a special place in my heart.
My husband and I absolutely love this mission and have have been supporting it for the last 10 years.
Haiti180 is a grassroots organization that is truly changing the lives of many Haitians. And the lives of those of us here in the US who support and fund this mission are so blessed when we share our hearts and resources with them.
But here’s the thing.
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When I was a kid, one of the great joys of Easter morning was waking up to a basket of goodies after our 40 day long Lenten Fast.
My grammy was our Easter bunny, and she always went overboard. Mountains of candy, small gifts, and way too much of Easter grass; pinatas, egg hunts, and always a ham.
As I grew older, my mom continued the Easter basket tradition with us as “big kids.” Only, instead of baskets, she swapped over to Easter paper bags.
They were smaller. They were simpler.
And believe it or not, I loved them even more than our beloved baskets.
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I always get irritated when I read the Gospel story about Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. (John 11:1-45). Mary and Martha sent word to Jesus, they let him know his friend was sick. And yet, Jesus didn’t come.
Jesus allowed Lazarus to die. And then, two days too late, Jesus decided to mosey on in.
Too late, Jesus.
You should have been here days ago.
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