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Showing posts with label sword. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2013

Walking in Athens

by Ryan



So... how was May? For the average school teacher, it's probably the busiest time of the year. All those evenings of Shannon watching Cruncher while I stay late for this-and-that reason have left precious little time for blogging. And thus — our excuse.

Cruncher finished kindergarten on Wednesday. Even in my position, I am overwhelmed with how much he's learned this year. What an amazing difference nine months make! I hope that every parent feels as optimistic about their child's future as I do now. Now, if he could prepare his own meals...

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I joined a gym.

No, really. Stop laughing — it's true!

After my doctor told me that I was 35 pounds overweight, and thinking about the history of heart attacks in my family, I finally decided to get in shape. Going to the gym is at once inspiring and intimidating. I routinely see a man who has obviously lost a great deal of weight; his dedication really rubs off on me. When I feel winded, I often look over at him, and think "if he can do it, so can I!" Then, there's the lady who is about my wife's weight, but can bench twice what I can... inspiring and intimidating!

Unfortunately, the gym isn't all treasure. Three TVs are playing all hours of the day, and while one is tuned to the Weather Channel (really?) and the other ESPN, there is a third that's a real mixed bag. I was "fortunate" enough to catch Entertainment Tonight one evening, and it seemed like every glance toward that TV revealed yet another woman wearing something that only her husband should see in the confines of their bedroom. Then there was the story about the former star reviving her career with a movie where she is a stripper...

Sometimes a trip to the gym feels like a walk in Athens. In Acts 17, Paul is doing just that, or is so implied. He is appalled by the idols that surround him, yet he opens his speech in the Aero'pagus with:
"Men of Athens, wherever I look I find you scrupulously religious." (Acts 17:22)
I love the language of the Knox Bible here; the New American Bible instead renders the end of the verse "very religious." Yet "scrupulous" shows an excessive attention to detail; an intense devotion to a thing or person. Indeed the attention to physical fitness I witness at the gym is good within itself, but to become scrupulous about one's body can lead to a disordered devotion, or even idolatry not dissimilar to what Paul was privy to in Athens.

We can also fall prey to false devotion when we misuse something; our bodies in relation to our sexuality is a perfect example. Neither the male or female body are bad in themselves, but when they become nothing more than a source of physical pleasure or visual amusement, they also become a sort of idol. We take away the healthy partnerships and meaningful intimacy that should exist in these bonds, and instead make people into commodities to be obtained.

Study for Paul Preaching in Athens, Raphael, 1515
Man in the middle: "Umm, Paul, may I pick your brain for a minute?"

If Paul walked today through the Athens of our souls, what would our idols be? Would he see devotion to God at the center of our lives, or would he see in His place idols that distract our devotion? Would it be rampant sexuality, or a religious devotion to a sports team? Maybe a scrupulous attention to physical fitness? I wonder if Paul would still find, as he did in Athens, a small shrine "to an unknown God" (Acts 17:23), a God that cries out for our devotion. Yet, would we continue to shuffle by on the way to our more familiar idols, or might we tarry a moment longer, close to the source of all goodness? In matters relating to devotion to God or to the treadmill, one must start small. Most of all, one must start in the first place — let the first place be now.

"Let us begin again, for up until now we have done nothing." 
-St. Francis of Assisi



Thursday, April 25, 2013

Who Down with I-O-P? Everybody!

by Shannon


You down with I-O-P? Yeah, you know me! À la this at 2:50. (Did you check the dubbing at 0:55 — what language was that? Ooooh, YouTube. So funny you are.) I have a serious place in my heart for Sister Act 2. Serious like I own the soundtrack. (Thanks, Ames!)

St. Martin of Tours, Louisville, Kentucky

I do not, unfortunately, have a serious place in my heart for IOP (Infant of Prague). I've never felt drawn to this image of the Christ Child. I usually prefer Bouguereau's La Vierge au lys, but probably because the young Jesus reminds me of Cruncher the Toddler.

Amiright?

Oh. My. Goodness. Completely off topic, but look at this truly adorbs (yes, I totally said "adorbs") oooold picture of Cruncher. Eeek!

Cheeks! And curls! And cheeks!

That's one of the outfits he wore during his first week home from the hospital. Now that you've witnessed the cutest cuteness ever, I'll move on. Now, what was I ... oh, yes. Infant of Prague. There He is.

St. Martin of Tours, Louisville, Kentucky

There are many interesting and beautiful Catholic images, particularly of Mary, that reflect the culture of the image's origin. For me, the Infant of Prague always fell more under "interesting" than "beautiful." There is something about a baby Jesus dripping in jewels that just feels ... not quite right.

Enter this week. Things have been rough lately. Rough for days and weeks and months, and I've had ENOUGH. I don't handle day-to-day anxiety well, so I go a bit mentally AWOL when I have too much piled on me. It is time for some serious prayer. And when I need serious prayer, I start a novena.

A novena is a prayer said during a nine-day period, and there are countless available. Tuesday, I started one to St. Cajetan, patron of job seekers, since I've been thinking about finding new employment. But I'm realizing my current problems are beyond my job. While reading Alice's blog post about things being crazy for weeks, I concurred and started brainstorming about a new novena. My comment on her post:
It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one who’s been living through insanity for the last month or so. I think I’m going to start a novena for peace and quiet. Want in on my intentions? Our Lady of Good Counsel’s feast day is Saturday, so too bad I can’t end on that day. Hmm … if I start it today, maybe Ss. Timothy and Martha? Or St. Philip. Thoughts? Oh, duh — St. Francis of Assisi is patron of peace. He is our family’s 2013 patron saint, after all…. WOAH. Know who else is patron of peace? Infant of Prague, feast day May 3. There’s my answer. I’ve never felt called toward the Infant of Prague — have you? Maybe I could even throw in some intentions for the Boston bombers. 
It wasn't until later when I invited our FB followers to join Ryan and me in praying the novena that I realized the Infant of Prague's feast day is the THIRD SUNDAY of May, not May 3. I can let that go, though, because the Infant of Prague is patron for all of my current problems: peace, family life, good health and good finances. If I could have some peace in those last three areas, I might might might be able to breathe again. No, seriously. I've been having chest tightness and shortness of breath and headaches and eye pain and fatigue. Did I tell you I'm a hypochondriac too? I'm a hypochondriac too. Admitting your problem is the first step to recovery. Except that I admitted the problem 20 years ago. Mooooving on...

This post has been all over the place when all I wanted to do was invite everyone to join Ryan and me in a novena to the Infant of Prague. Let us pray:

Dearest Jesus, Little Infant of Prague, how tenderly You love us! 
Your greatest joy is to dwell among us and to bestow Your blessing upon us. 
Though I am not worthy that You should help me, I feel drawn to You by love 
because You are kind and merciful. 

So many who turned to You with confidence have received graces 
and had their petitions granted. Behold me as I come before You to lay 
open my heart to You with its prayers and hopes. I present to You especially 
this request, which I enclose in Your loving Heart: (Mention your request). 

Rule over me, dear Infant Jesus, and do with me and mine according to 
Your Holy Will, for I know that in Your Divine Wisdom and Love You will 
arrange everything for the best. Do not withdraw Your hand from me, but 
protect and bless me forever. 

I pray You, all-powerful and gracious Infant Jesus, for the sake of Your 
Sacred Infancy, in the Name of Your Blessed Mother Mary who cared for 
You with such tenderness, and by the greatest reverence with which Saint Joseph 
carried You in his arms, help me in my needs. Make me truly happy with You, 
dearest Infant, in time and in eternity, and I shall thank You forever with all my heart. 

Amen.


If you'd like to join in on this novena, feel free to leave a prayer intention in the comments, or you can e-mail or Facebook me.

Perhaps before this devotion comes to a close, I'll feel more strongly toward this image of the Redeemer of the World. I hope you'll join us in praying for peace during the next nine days. Who doesn't love baby Jesus?



Friday, April 5, 2013

Regality and Simplicity

by Ryan


Being a (microscopic) part of the Catholic blogosphere, I've read quite a bit about Pope Francis in the last few weeks. While most commentaries have been favorable, some take issue with our new Pope's rejection of the position's traditional regalia: Where are the red shoes? The mozzetta? And more recently, rejecting life in the papal palace for the Vatican's "hotel."

One could be pardoned for thinking that the papacy rested on the papal wardrobe and the papal residence; indeed, it rests on something substantially more solid: Jesus' proclamation to his first apostle, Peter (Matthew 16:15-19) that earthly authority in the Church would rest with him.

Now, don't get me wrong — I am not some anti-tradition, neo-Catholic who thinks that everything not chiseled in the dogmas of our faith is fair game for the ecclesiastical trash bin. I love and appreciate both the Novus Ordo and Tridentine Masses. I see the glorification of Our Lord in the regality of the Pope, his brother bishops, priests and deacons — may these men continue to glorify God through the reverent celebration of the sacred liturgy, no matter who sits upon the Cathedra Petri

Yet there are those who would claim that Pope Francis, and others like him, are more authentically living out the call to poverty that Jesus demands in the Gospel (ex. Matthew 6:19-21; 6:25-34; Luke 6:20-21). Without a doubt, Jesus was himself a servant, and set the ultimate example of servitude in his life and death on the cross.

May we not forget that Jesus is also a King, and accepted the gifts that were lavished upon Him by the humble of heart. The anointing at Bethany, found in Matthew 26, is a particularly striking example — a woman approaches Jesus and anoints his head with a costly perfume. The modern reader would probably react in a similar way as the apostles:
"What is the meaning of this waste ... it would have been possible to sell this at a great price and give alms to the poor!"(Matthew 26:8-9)
We hear this same cry today, when one of the most charitable organizations in the world (hint: The Catholic Church) is asked to give even more, yet we, as individuals, will not so much as give up a meal, a movie ticket or some other meaningless comfort to help those in need. Jesus Christ, our King, responds to His apostles:
"Why do you vex the woman? She did well to treat me so. You have the poor among you always; I am not always among you. When she poured this ointment over my body, she did it to prepare me for my burial."
In another instance, Nicodemus, most likely the Pharisee that appears early in the Gospel of John, comes to bury Jesus with a mixture "of myrrh and aloes weighing about one hundred pounds" (John 19:39). Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI commented that this amount of balm was "extraordinary ... exceeds all normal proportions: this is a royal burial" (Jesus of Nazareth Part Two; pg. 228).

So, is Jesus a servant or a king? He is both; he is a Servant-King. So is the Papacy an office of simplicity or regality? It is both — not of its own merits, but for the sake of the Servant-King. A parting thought: If the Pope were manifested in beautiful music that ascended heavenward, perhaps Benedict XVI would be favorably compared to the rigorous, determined strains of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in d minor; maybe Pope Francis would call out with the gentle restraint of the Adagio from Albinoni’s Concerto for Oboe No. 2. Would we then be provoked to argue which sounds would be more pleasing to the Lord, or would not both have their humble place at the feet of Divine Beauty and Divine Truth?






Sunday, March 24, 2013

What I Wore Passion Sunday: Anatomy of a WIWS Post

by Shannon


(Editor's note: Talk about how much we didn't blog last week and how much we definitely won't blog in the next week. Beautiful Basillica pictures here, sappy mom post here, Saint Joseph dinner/my church family is awesome/a cute outfit here. Maybe do some short meditation posts this week? Or picture-only posts this week? Don't talk about how Ryan didn't post at all this week, and definitely don't say he's a loser or something.)

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Notes from earlier:
I'm a crier. That means I cry when a toddler plays basketball, Pope Francis kisses a disabled man, wedding guests flash mob Les-Mis style or this man opens a restaurant (I wonder if NPR realized what an awesome pro-life message that story was). I also regularly miss out on some of my favorite hymns during Mass, like today's "All Glory, Laud and Honor," because I'm a blubbering fool.

This morning, as I watched Father process around the church, I thought about how that procession and today's Gospel reading fully immerse priests in such a physical way. Outside of consecrating of the Eucharist and administering the sacraments, a priest's role on Passion Sunday is such a strong example of why women will never be ordained priests. It's not that a woman standing in as Jesus during the palm procession or speaking as the role of Jesus during the Passion reading would merely be unconventional, odd, etc. It just can't be. It literally cannot be. The priest during Mass is as Jesus, the Lamb being lead to the slaughter, and the Lord chose His Son for this role.

I feel so blessed to be Roman Catholic, a faith which has appropriate places for each men and woman, places that are both so different and essential. During Deacon's homily, he asked us each to examine our hearts this week, to make sure we're holding to God's will as we approach Good Friday and Easter. As I prepare our home for Resurrection Sunday this week, I will meditate on my roles as mother and wife, and ask for Our Lady's intercession so I may be a loving example of womanhood to those around me, especially my husband and son.

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Segue here, then talk about last week's hair and how bad it was. Tried something new today, drumroll, big reveal...


Michael Voris-inspired hair! Talk here about how I'm mean, but don't care because it's funny yada yada. Say something sarcastic here.

Just kidding, blah, blah, real hair here.


Talk about what I did to fix it since last week, but will people care? Do I mention makeup colors? People seem to care. Talk about how the pixie worked nice and mod for today's getup.


Deets:
Flower button earrings: Target
Checkered cape: vintage, consignment shop in town
Gold sweater: Old Navy
Tortoiseshell watch: Fossil
Purple wool skirt: H&M, consignment shop in town
Gray textured tights: who knows, do I know? I don't think I know...
Beatle boot: Report, Zappos


Talk about my silly personal fashion rules to always have earring holes filled and necklace/scarf/brooch/etc. accessory on, but this cape is loudloudloud, so no jewelry other than earrings and watch. Try to remember exactly what Cruncher said this morning about my silly fashion rules.

Segue something clever/funny here, and link back to FLAP ladies for more fashion finery.



Monday, March 18, 2013

Basilica in Covington: Praise and Beauty

by Shannon


Praise and beauty are before Him: 
holiness and majesty in His sanctuary.
~Psalm 95:6

On Saturday, Ryan, Cruncher and I visited St. Mary's Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption in Covington, Kentucky. I don't think any of us knew what we were in for when we walked through those doors. It. Was. Just. Gorgeous — FULL STOP. I'll let my camera do the talking. Lots and lots of talking. Some short captions are mixed in, so watch for them.

The largest church stained-glass window in the world, outside and inside views.
The view from the front doors.
Baptistry.
The tintinnabulum and umbraculum for if a pope ever visits.
I like the window in the center, showing the Nativity, paired with the station below, Jesus Meets His Mother.
Center: Rose window and main organ.
Confessional.
Blessed Sacrament Chapel with Frank Duveneck murals.
St. John Vianney, pray for my godsons!
Two organs and two rose windows.
Altar and with largest church stained-glass window.
The view up was my favorite.
The stations are mosaic, from Venice, Italy.
And then my camera battery died. True story.



Sunday, March 17, 2013

What I Wore Sunday: Honky-tonk Robot Afro Inspiration

by Shannon


(Editor's note for the day when I get blog hits that aren't just my mom and sister: This week, my blogging partner Ryan, a.k.a. my husband, had a thoughtful post on the election of our new Holy Father. Show him some love. Our only other post was with Hallie Lord's new link up. I would recommend the video in that post if you love Catholic architecture. On that note, we'll be sharing some great pictures of the basilica in Covington, Kentucky, later in the week. You can also swing back in for some date-night fashion, which will feature a really unique vintage needlepoint handbag, for all you accessories luvahs.)



"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted." 
~Psalm 34:19a

On Friday, I took off work early for a much-needed Mass. Don't you love when the readings and homily seem special-picked just for you? Here's a snippet: Have consolation in the new Holy Father. He has a simple way of identifying with the brokenhearted. We desperately need this consolation. Our cries do not fall on deaf ears, the broken Lamb of God. 

Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple for What I Wore Sunday again. It's so fun when all the fashion bloggers show a Pinterest look and interpret it with their own pieces. I didn't exactly do that this week, but I did have modeling inspiration: This Felicitous Life Laura's husband Patrick. He can really work a lens, totally inspiring my photo shoot.


Strike. A. Pose.

From left to right: chicken robot, proud robot, sad robot and losing-balance robot

Hmm. That didn't go so well. That Patrick — he makes it look so easy. Laura, he's a keeper. 

In hindsight, I realized this outfits hearkens back to my little sister Kelsey, punk-rocker turned pregnant farmer's wife. Happy birthday, Kels!

Work jacket + dress shirt + denim skirt + boots = Yeeehaw!

Deets:
Plaid coat: Daughters of the Liberation, consignment shop in town
Happy earrings: Francesca's
Striped oxford: J. Crew, consignment shop in town
Flower pendant: vintage, gifted
Gold-studded belt: Target
Denim skirt: LOFT
Country boots: Anne Klein, zappos

Have I told you I love gold accessories?

Speaking of inspiration, my hair isn't cooperating like Annie Hathaway's. It's been more than a year since I cut off my locks, and I think my 'do finally remembered, "Oh, yeah — I'm curly!" Not sure what to do about that, with the Kentucky summer around the corner...


Maybe I'll try my hand at finger curls. Thoughts?



Friday, March 15, 2013

Feelings and Pope Francis


by Ryan


“How do you feel about the new Pope?”

Needless to say, it’s a question I’ve heard plenty the last two days. One part of me wants to say “Well, I love that Pope Francis seems very humble, a paragon of simple Christian faith, a man devoted to penance, a man who has been courageous in the face of secularism, a man who…”

Source: Catholic Memes

On the other hand, there’s a part of me that says, “The Pope’s the Pope.”

Leading up to the conclave, I, like many Catholics, had my favorites: Cardinal O’Malley, Cardinal Burke, or maybe it would be cool to have an African Pope, such as Cardinal Turkson or Cardinal Sarah.

One might wonder if I have mistaken the selection of a new Pope for Election 2012.


Source: Catholic Memes

I have become increasingly frustrated during the last few weeks with secularists who see this new election only in terms of sexual license: Will the new pope be LBGT friendly? Will he change the Church’s teaching about marriage? Will he soften the Church’s teaching on contraception? Also discussed were women’s ordination, the Church’s perceived wealth in the face of such poverty in the world, and other variegated issues.

Instead of trying to answer these charges in my post, I ask instead — are we any better?

I do not mean “any better” in terms of beliefs, but of actions: Haven’t many Catholics (myself included) also politicized this process of electing a new Pope with the insertion of our opinion on the matter? In wishing for the Pope to be an advocate of such and such position, am I really any different than the secularist — putting the office of Pope under the microscope of personal preference?

Perhaps my second mindset of “The Pope’s the Pope” is closer to a healthy attitude. However, I’d like to add one slight addendum: “The Pope’s the Pope, and I shall pray for his ministry often.”


Source: Catholic Memes



Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Five Favorites II

by Shannon

Linking up with Lovely Lady Hallie Lord for Five Favorites, the easiest linkup on The Internets.



I love...

~1~

...this video. It's always refreshing to see a news piece about the Church that not only contains zero negativity but also puts Her in such a positive light. I'm not usually an Internet-video watcher, but this one gets the Shannon Official Seal of Approval (not to be confused with the Shannon Unofficial Seal of Approval).


~2~


Source: Burt's Bees website

We go through numerous tubes of this stuff each year (some of which meet an untimely death due to natural elements, like a hot car or washing machine). I have convinced pretty much everyone I know  to use this stuff. It has that nice medical tingle like Blistex without that pesky true-addiction risk. It never ever EVER goes on sale, so I buy the multi-packs. 



~3~

...this church. 


St. Louis Bertrand here in Louisville is probably the most beautiful church we have, and there is quite a bit of competition (there are 111 parishes in our archdiocese!). Not only is St. Louie a beautiful place to pray, but also the church is home to Dominican friars and multiple priests. These priests are among the best homilists I've ever witnessed, and the confessional line moves reeeeeally fast. 



~4~

...Annie's hair.


Source: Daily Makeover

She's been my hairspiration for months, but her Golden Globes hair is the best yet. Today I have a happy haircut scheduled. I can usually tell I have an appointment coming by looking in the mirror instead of my planner.


~5~

...Pope Alarm! I'm checking my e-mail like car-raaaay-zeee. (Ryan and I don't text.)