Tonight I am feeling bored and stressed at the same time. I have tons to do, but don't feel like doing anything and feeling like I need NEED to do something. I don't feel this way often because normally I have so much to do that I don't have the opportunity to feel bored. This feeling is more than boredom, its sort of hopeless too. I have been off of work this week and I have had the chance to pause and feel the title wave of life hit me. Work is beyond out of control, it is scary. I am sort of digesting the feeling of dissapointment from Arkansas not passing the medical marijuana law on election day.
This is a shitty way to feel on Thanksgiving. A day I should take a moment to take stock of all the blessings in my life and be thankful, I spend in self-pity. I can't say this is the first holiday I have felt this way, doubt it will be the last. I do have so much to be thankful for. I have a wife that I love and loves me. We are unquestionably each others best friend. No one knows me like her. The best part about our relationship is how she makes me better. Some how, in ways that I know she doesn't realize and I don't understand, she tears me down and builds me up at the same time. She makes me want to serve her more and more every day. She makes me want to give more and more of myself to her. She challenges me; she pushes me to improve. I want nothing more than to help her, to take away everything that brings her harm.
I wish she had the experience I have with my job. As horrible as my job is at times. As difficult as it is to deal with the children and families in horrible situations, it makes me appreciate all the blessings in my life. I guess in that odd way, every day of my life is Thanksgiving.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Really?
Since the election last week I have found myself thinking more and more of Blessed Mother Teresa. To say I don't understand how America could vote to re-elect President Obama is an understatement. What I feel mostly is betrayed. I don't know if I feel betrayed by my own naivety or by everyone (teachers, politicians, friends, family, MYSELF) who ever tried to convince me that America was this grand idealistic conception that somehow, maybe even through the intervention and grace of God, had cemented itself as the one people that could (with apologies to William H. Buckley, Jr.) stand athwart the tempest of history. I don't know if America ever was the great idealistic nation that politicians of all stripes try to sell it as, but unquestionably it is not now.
Not to say I was sold on Mitt Romney as president. I had no delusions that he would be able to stem the financial tidal-wave of debt or bridge the ever-widening gap between the left and the right. But he was something more than the lesser of two evils. I didn't vote for either McCain or Obama in 2008 because I couldn't decide which would be the lesser of the two evils (and by evil I mean horrible president). Romney appears to be an exceptionally nice guy and he has a brain for business that would serve this nation well. Those qualities plus he had Paul Ryan as his running mate made me decide to vote for him. I admire Mr. Ryan because he appears to be the only politician that is willing to have a serious discussion about that financial tidal-wave. Plus, as the priests on the Catholic Stuff You Should Know podcast pointed out, he gives the most authentic Catholic answers to questions of any politician in my memory.
It is more than just the particulars of the candidates that has me feeling betrayed, it is how the campaigns were run. President Obama did not run his campaign on the issues that face us as a nation and how he would address those issues. President Obama's campaign sought to fracture Americans along gender, racial and economic lines. Mr. Romney's campaign was about how he would solve the issues that face us as a nation. Whether Mr. Romney's plan would solve any problems is not the point. If America truly was this grand pillar, this shinning city on a hill, President Obama's campaign would have had him run out of office on a wave of national pride. But that didn't happen.
So I have been thinking about Blessed Mother Teresa. I have been wondering what she thought about the state of politics and society in India during her decades of service to the poorest of the poor. I can only imagine it disgusted her, even more than what America is/has-become does me. I pondered how she made it, not how she dealt with the human suffering she encountered daily, how she worked to help those people in a society that cared less about them than the America cares about those on the margins of society. I wondered how she had the strength to not loose focus, to not lose hope.
Then I decided to radically change my heart. To search for those things in my heart that I was grasping onto in a desperate attempt feel secure and feel in control. I decided to eradicate those things from my life, from my mind and from my heart. To focus ever more intently on God. I decided that there wasn't anything in this world worth giving myself to and my only hope was to give everything I am to God. Only through God's grace can we change lives and through each of these lives change this world. Pray with me that more people will listen to God's call to become those persons and that each of us will look beyond ourselves and dedicate our lives to the service of others.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Not to say I was sold on Mitt Romney as president. I had no delusions that he would be able to stem the financial tidal-wave of debt or bridge the ever-widening gap between the left and the right. But he was something more than the lesser of two evils. I didn't vote for either McCain or Obama in 2008 because I couldn't decide which would be the lesser of the two evils (and by evil I mean horrible president). Romney appears to be an exceptionally nice guy and he has a brain for business that would serve this nation well. Those qualities plus he had Paul Ryan as his running mate made me decide to vote for him. I admire Mr. Ryan because he appears to be the only politician that is willing to have a serious discussion about that financial tidal-wave. Plus, as the priests on the Catholic Stuff You Should Know podcast pointed out, he gives the most authentic Catholic answers to questions of any politician in my memory.
It is more than just the particulars of the candidates that has me feeling betrayed, it is how the campaigns were run. President Obama did not run his campaign on the issues that face us as a nation and how he would address those issues. President Obama's campaign sought to fracture Americans along gender, racial and economic lines. Mr. Romney's campaign was about how he would solve the issues that face us as a nation. Whether Mr. Romney's plan would solve any problems is not the point. If America truly was this grand pillar, this shinning city on a hill, President Obama's campaign would have had him run out of office on a wave of national pride. But that didn't happen.
So I have been thinking about Blessed Mother Teresa. I have been wondering what she thought about the state of politics and society in India during her decades of service to the poorest of the poor. I can only imagine it disgusted her, even more than what America is/has-become does me. I pondered how she made it, not how she dealt with the human suffering she encountered daily, how she worked to help those people in a society that cared less about them than the America cares about those on the margins of society. I wondered how she had the strength to not loose focus, to not lose hope.
Then I decided to radically change my heart. To search for those things in my heart that I was grasping onto in a desperate attempt feel secure and feel in control. I decided to eradicate those things from my life, from my mind and from my heart. To focus ever more intently on God. I decided that there wasn't anything in this world worth giving myself to and my only hope was to give everything I am to God. Only through God's grace can we change lives and through each of these lives change this world. Pray with me that more people will listen to God's call to become those persons and that each of us will look beyond ourselves and dedicate our lives to the service of others.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Happy Father's Day
I cannot say thank you enough to my father, Charles Higdon. If I knew how to say "Thank you" in every language ever used on this planet I would not begin to say it enough. While I am not a father myself, I learned all about how to be a man from my dad.
What he taught me was not the "how to be a man" you see on TV or on the big screen -- especially in this day and age when men are portrayed as weak and dumb. The manhood my father taught was not Rambo and was not According to Jim. The manhood my father taught me was that it doesn't really matter what you say, but what you do. It matters that make decisions that benefit those you are responsible for, even if it means degrading and demeaning yourself.
The manhood my father taught me was to be patient with everyone, even yourself. I was taught to help those around you, even if it cost you money. I was taught that family means more than materials. I was taught to stand up for your principals. The manhood my father taught me was to never lose faith in God.
The one story that has always stood to me regarding my father was but a fleeting moment on vacation. I don't remember how hold I was, but we were on vacation on the beach. My father and I were walking when these kids, older than I was, probably teens, came up to him and asked him a question. I don't remember what it was, I only remember that the question and my dad's answer was calculated to make him look stupid and give them a giggle. I remember being embarrassed because my dad had no idea what was going on. As an adult, I know that it didn't matter. I know that my dad didn't have the first care what those kids thought of him. By answering their question he was trying to help them. I know he would have done the same even if he had known the whole thing was designed to make him look foolish in those kid's eyes. My dad only cared about spending time with me and helping someone else where he could.
Of the multitude of things I have to be thankful for in my life, one of the things I am most faithful for is the chance to get to know my father as an adult. I cannot imagine what my now 73 year old father sees when he looks around the world, but I know he looks at it with a rock solid faith and an unwavering devotion to his family. My sole goal every day is to try and be a fraction of the man my father is.
When I look at society and see what it is becoming. When I look at a world that has zero use for a man's role in raising children. I only need think of one of the numerous examples of what being a real man is that were taught to me by Charles Higdon and pray.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
What he taught me was not the "how to be a man" you see on TV or on the big screen -- especially in this day and age when men are portrayed as weak and dumb. The manhood my father taught was not Rambo and was not According to Jim. The manhood my father taught me was that it doesn't really matter what you say, but what you do. It matters that make decisions that benefit those you are responsible for, even if it means degrading and demeaning yourself.
The manhood my father taught me was to be patient with everyone, even yourself. I was taught to help those around you, even if it cost you money. I was taught that family means more than materials. I was taught to stand up for your principals. The manhood my father taught me was to never lose faith in God.
The one story that has always stood to me regarding my father was but a fleeting moment on vacation. I don't remember how hold I was, but we were on vacation on the beach. My father and I were walking when these kids, older than I was, probably teens, came up to him and asked him a question. I don't remember what it was, I only remember that the question and my dad's answer was calculated to make him look stupid and give them a giggle. I remember being embarrassed because my dad had no idea what was going on. As an adult, I know that it didn't matter. I know that my dad didn't have the first care what those kids thought of him. By answering their question he was trying to help them. I know he would have done the same even if he had known the whole thing was designed to make him look foolish in those kid's eyes. My dad only cared about spending time with me and helping someone else where he could.
Of the multitude of things I have to be thankful for in my life, one of the things I am most faithful for is the chance to get to know my father as an adult. I cannot imagine what my now 73 year old father sees when he looks around the world, but I know he looks at it with a rock solid faith and an unwavering devotion to his family. My sole goal every day is to try and be a fraction of the man my father is.
When I look at society and see what it is becoming. When I look at a world that has zero use for a man's role in raising children. I only need think of one of the numerous examples of what being a real man is that were taught to me by Charles Higdon and pray.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Saw this twitter post a while back. It struck home that day and continues to everyday:
I struggle to not let my increasingly dim view of the future not envelope my life. I pray that the Holy Spirit will come and give me Christ's peace and joy.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
I struggle to not let my increasingly dim view of the future not envelope my life. I pray that the Holy Spirit will come and give me Christ's peace and joy.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Praying for America
With each passing day I become more and more gloomy on the outlook for America.
*Each day it seems that the current administration takes an act that can only be seen as a shockwave to the Constitution and/or individual liberty. I would be willing to bet that a cursory glance at almost every President's actions would result in some law that they refused to enforce laws. President Obama has taken it to a level never before seen. From his limited enforcement of Obamacare, to his failure to defend the Defense of Marriage Act, to not prosecuting medical marijuana, Obama has refused to enforce the legally passed and signed laws of this nation that do not fit his political narrative. Now, he has said his administration will not deport certain illegal immigrants. Certainly, there would be a firestorm raised by those on the left were a president refusing to enforce certain gun laws or certain anti-discrimination laws.
*I live in a nation that is divided. The reaction to the immoral and illegal acts of politicians and celebrities is not proportional to the degree of the bad act, but whether that person has a D or an R beside their name. President George W. Bush water-boards a few people and liberals demonize him while conservatives praise him. President Obama kills people, including American citizens, with unmanned drones in foreign country who he decides no longer deserve to live which is hailed by liberals and deride by conservatives when it is politically expedient.
*I live in a world where a man that believes he is Napoleon is locked away and medicated into a stupor, but a man that believes he is a woman is celebrated and given special treatment
*I live in a nation that spends billions a year on research to cure an illness (AIDS) that could be all but eradicated in a generation by the simple exercise of individual chastity.
*I live in a nation where individual freedom no longer means a lack of governmental imposition on the lives of citizens, but now is the freedom to do what you want, as long as it in line with those in power.
*I live in a world where who you sleep with is more important than any other individual trait.
I surely do not know how atheists get out of bed each day. I cannot imagine how I would be able to live if I thought there was nothing more, nothing worth striving for, nothing worth believing in.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
*Each day it seems that the current administration takes an act that can only be seen as a shockwave to the Constitution and/or individual liberty. I would be willing to bet that a cursory glance at almost every President's actions would result in some law that they refused to enforce laws. President Obama has taken it to a level never before seen. From his limited enforcement of Obamacare, to his failure to defend the Defense of Marriage Act, to not prosecuting medical marijuana, Obama has refused to enforce the legally passed and signed laws of this nation that do not fit his political narrative. Now, he has said his administration will not deport certain illegal immigrants. Certainly, there would be a firestorm raised by those on the left were a president refusing to enforce certain gun laws or certain anti-discrimination laws.
*I live in a nation that is divided. The reaction to the immoral and illegal acts of politicians and celebrities is not proportional to the degree of the bad act, but whether that person has a D or an R beside their name. President George W. Bush water-boards a few people and liberals demonize him while conservatives praise him. President Obama kills people, including American citizens, with unmanned drones in foreign country who he decides no longer deserve to live which is hailed by liberals and deride by conservatives when it is politically expedient.
*I live in a world where a man that believes he is Napoleon is locked away and medicated into a stupor, but a man that believes he is a woman is celebrated and given special treatment
*I live in a nation that spends billions a year on research to cure an illness (AIDS) that could be all but eradicated in a generation by the simple exercise of individual chastity.
*I live in a nation where individual freedom no longer means a lack of governmental imposition on the lives of citizens, but now is the freedom to do what you want, as long as it in line with those in power.
*I live in a world where who you sleep with is more important than any other individual trait.
I surely do not know how atheists get out of bed each day. I cannot imagine how I would be able to live if I thought there was nothing more, nothing worth striving for, nothing worth believing in.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Lets try again
I have been posting on this space for 34 months. First it was a politically themed blog, which caused blood pressure issues. Just two (2) months into that concept I was moved to make it about being Catholic, about my journey to discovering Catholicism as an adult. It has been an amazing and wonderful journey -- as I told a Protestant acquaintance a few weeks ago, the Catholic Church I knew as a child is nothing like the one I am discovering as an adult. Sadly I have not found the inspiration or opportunity to share that journey here.
There were problems with my concept from the beginning. I hope to overcome those by being more myself on here and by being more vulnerable on these pages. Despite the fact that I believe that the Holy Spirit called me to blog, I twisted that inspiration by thinking I had to be something I simply am not. I don't know if it is sad or exceptional that I am still having a-ha moments about who I am and what I need to be at 40. I don't know, maybe it is routine, but I tend to think there is no middle ground here, I am either an exceptionally blessed person by continuing to have these self realizations into middle-age or I it is a pitiful thing that I didn't "grow up" earlier in life. I have no idea which, I can only try to deal with it.
So, moving forward I am not going to advertise about this blog. If people find it, they find it. If no one finds it, it will be the digital rantings of what I assume will become a mad man one day. I don't know what the topics will be. I don't know if they will be long or short -- I used to have this idea that a post had to be long, I am getting past that. There may be five (5) one day and then four (4) days without one. Posts may have a theme or they may be ramblings. I will take the time I have to post what it on my mind. If you stumble across it, I hope you find it helpful. But since I am paying for the www.growingcatholic.com name, I am going to put something on here. Something that I hope will help me grow as a Catholic and will help someone else grow as a Catholic.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
There were problems with my concept from the beginning. I hope to overcome those by being more myself on here and by being more vulnerable on these pages. Despite the fact that I believe that the Holy Spirit called me to blog, I twisted that inspiration by thinking I had to be something I simply am not. I don't know if it is sad or exceptional that I am still having a-ha moments about who I am and what I need to be at 40. I don't know, maybe it is routine, but I tend to think there is no middle ground here, I am either an exceptionally blessed person by continuing to have these self realizations into middle-age or I it is a pitiful thing that I didn't "grow up" earlier in life. I have no idea which, I can only try to deal with it.
So, moving forward I am not going to advertise about this blog. If people find it, they find it. If no one finds it, it will be the digital rantings of what I assume will become a mad man one day. I don't know what the topics will be. I don't know if they will be long or short -- I used to have this idea that a post had to be long, I am getting past that. There may be five (5) one day and then four (4) days without one. Posts may have a theme or they may be ramblings. I will take the time I have to post what it on my mind. If you stumble across it, I hope you find it helpful. But since I am paying for the www.growingcatholic.com name, I am going to put something on here. Something that I hope will help me grow as a Catholic and will help someone else grow as a Catholic.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Whatever
How many times have I started a blog post only to stop without posting it for one reason or another? (19 to be exact, but who's counting?) There are as many different reasons for the failure to follow through to completion as there are incomplete posts (again, 19). I think mostly they can be categorized as not being of a level I think they should be. That, as with everything in my life, my undiagnosed adult ADD also makes it hard to sit and concentrate long enough to write what I think is long enough, well written enough or sufficiently in-depth enough. This means that rather than setting aside my pride and seeking the Holy Spirit's guidance, I take the route that I know is a route of failure and rely on myself.
In the last few months my life in faith has grown in ways that a year ago I couldn't imagine. I am fasting one-to-two times per week, praying daily, reading the bible often, not over sleeping for mass and overcoming many of my more frequent and severe sins. I learn more and more about my religion each and every day and my faith every day.
If there is anyone who reads this, please keep me in your prayers. I hope to increase my posting on this blog and hope the Holy Spirit will work through me to make it something worth reading.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
In the last few months my life in faith has grown in ways that a year ago I couldn't imagine. I am fasting one-to-two times per week, praying daily, reading the bible often, not over sleeping for mass and overcoming many of my more frequent and severe sins. I learn more and more about my religion each and every day and my faith every day.
If there is anyone who reads this, please keep me in your prayers. I hope to increase my posting on this blog and hope the Holy Spirit will work through me to make it something worth reading.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Saturday, April 2, 2011
John 6
Growing up I remember "the bread of life discourse" being read at Mass and not thinking much about it. Even as a young adult I never really understood the significance of this passage. Then, when I came back to the Church a few years ago I heard it again, I heard it again for the first time. All my questions about why believe in the doctrines and teachings of the Catholic Church were answered. It was as if a window was opened and a fresh breeze blew in, taking away the stench of my doubt and replacing it with the the sweet smell of Christ's Church.
Prior to this revelation (of sorts) I felt that the one Bible passage most challenging to Protestantism and most supportive of the Catholic Church was Matthew 16. But, after reading Upon This Rock by Steve Ray, I think they have something of an argument. That is not to say that I believe any less firmly that Peter was the first Pope and that the Catholic Church is Christ's Church. Rather, I can see how someone can twist the English translation of that passage to fit their Protestant beliefs. I don't understand how that's possible with John 6.
My sister is about to finish her first year of seminary in Boston. The seminary she is attending is Episcopal Divinity School in Cambridge, MA. The question I most want to ask her is how she is taught to interpret John 6. How does a school designed and charged with teaching Protestant ministers teach this chapter of John's Gospel. I haven't gotten that opportunity yet, but I will be fascinated with whatever she says.
There is no Biblical passage that more fully undermines Protestant beliefs than John 6. The verses I focus on to make this statement are John 6:52-55. In John 6:50-51 Jesus requires anyone who wants eternal life with him to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Had John stopped there and skipped on to what is now verse 60, there would still be some wiggle room, like with Matthew 16. However, John goes on to recount that there were those following Jesus who were, lets just say, shocked by Jesus' statements. They questioned how Jesus could give his flesh to eat. (6:52). Jesus responds by saying whoever does not eat his flesh and drink his blood will have no life within them. (6:54). In other words, Jesus responds to those who ask, "do you really mean actually eating your flesh," with "yes, I really mean actually eating my flesh."
Despite this passage, Protestants do not believe in transubstantiation. In other words, Protestants do not believe that they really have to eat His flesh. Now, I am have not studied what the different Protestant doctrines are regarding the last supper (there are over 33,000 of them after all), but I assume that they believe that the twelve Apostles actually partook of the actual body and blood of Jesus. Which only means they believe that when Jesus said "do this in remembrance of me" (Luke 22) he was really saying, "do something symbolic of this in remembrance of me."
Yes, even if those masters of literal Biblical interpretation wanted to believe that Jesus was mincing his words in the hours before his death, John 6 corrects their error unequivocally. After Jesus demands that they eat his flesh and drink his blood to gain eternal life, His followers, as us humans are prone to do, sought wiggle room in His demand. But, Jesus responded by walling off any room for wiggling. Jesus' response directly refutes any question about whether or not symbolism has a place at the communion alter.
Just as important, in John 6 Jesus gives us a glimpse into how hard it will be to follow Him. Each of us struggle to live our lives fully in Christ. When we face a decision and question what God would have us do, we often search to find that wiggle room, that justification for taking the easy route. At those times we should all remember those early disciples and ask am I going to follow those that walked away from Jesus (John 6:66) or am I going to be like Peter who asked, "to whom shall we go"?
Prior to this revelation (of sorts) I felt that the one Bible passage most challenging to Protestantism and most supportive of the Catholic Church was Matthew 16. But, after reading Upon This Rock by Steve Ray, I think they have something of an argument. That is not to say that I believe any less firmly that Peter was the first Pope and that the Catholic Church is Christ's Church. Rather, I can see how someone can twist the English translation of that passage to fit their Protestant beliefs. I don't understand how that's possible with John 6.
My sister is about to finish her first year of seminary in Boston. The seminary she is attending is Episcopal Divinity School in Cambridge, MA. The question I most want to ask her is how she is taught to interpret John 6. How does a school designed and charged with teaching Protestant ministers teach this chapter of John's Gospel. I haven't gotten that opportunity yet, but I will be fascinated with whatever she says.
There is no Biblical passage that more fully undermines Protestant beliefs than John 6. The verses I focus on to make this statement are John 6:52-55. In John 6:50-51 Jesus requires anyone who wants eternal life with him to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Had John stopped there and skipped on to what is now verse 60, there would still be some wiggle room, like with Matthew 16. However, John goes on to recount that there were those following Jesus who were, lets just say, shocked by Jesus' statements. They questioned how Jesus could give his flesh to eat. (6:52). Jesus responds by saying whoever does not eat his flesh and drink his blood will have no life within them. (6:54). In other words, Jesus responds to those who ask, "do you really mean actually eating your flesh," with "yes, I really mean actually eating my flesh."
Despite this passage, Protestants do not believe in transubstantiation. In other words, Protestants do not believe that they really have to eat His flesh. Now, I am have not studied what the different Protestant doctrines are regarding the last supper (there are over 33,000 of them after all), but I assume that they believe that the twelve Apostles actually partook of the actual body and blood of Jesus. Which only means they believe that when Jesus said "do this in remembrance of me" (Luke 22) he was really saying, "do something symbolic of this in remembrance of me."
Yes, even if those masters of literal Biblical interpretation wanted to believe that Jesus was mincing his words in the hours before his death, John 6 corrects their error unequivocally. After Jesus demands that they eat his flesh and drink his blood to gain eternal life, His followers, as us humans are prone to do, sought wiggle room in His demand. But, Jesus responded by walling off any room for wiggling. Jesus' response directly refutes any question about whether or not symbolism has a place at the communion alter.
Just as important, in John 6 Jesus gives us a glimpse into how hard it will be to follow Him. Each of us struggle to live our lives fully in Christ. When we face a decision and question what God would have us do, we often search to find that wiggle room, that justification for taking the easy route. At those times we should all remember those early disciples and ask am I going to follow those that walked away from Jesus (John 6:66) or am I going to be like Peter who asked, "to whom shall we go"?
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Each time
Each time I struggle with my own inner demons,
Each time I fail to love as God has shown me to Love,
Each time I look at the world around me and grow more and more disenchanted,
Each time I sin,
Each time I fall prey to pride,
Each time I allow the same questions dogs my conscience,
Each time I put myself through the same torment,
Each time I want more than I have,
Each time I fall short of my own expectations,
Each time I seem less worthy,
Each time I stop praying,
Each time I feel like satan himself,
Each time I grow closer to allowing my own mind to build that wall around my heart,
Each time I doubt more and more my own place in Heaven,
Each time I realize I am a son of Adam,
Each time
Each time I am saved by the Son of God.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Each time I fail to love as God has shown me to Love,
Each time I look at the world around me and grow more and more disenchanted,
Each time I sin,
Each time I fall prey to pride,
Each time I allow the same questions dogs my conscience,
Each time I put myself through the same torment,
Each time I want more than I have,
Each time I fall short of my own expectations,
Each time I seem less worthy,
Each time I stop praying,
Each time I feel like satan himself,
Each time I grow closer to allowing my own mind to build that wall around my heart,
Each time I doubt more and more my own place in Heaven,
Each time I realize I am a son of Adam,
Each time
Each time I am saved by the Son of God.
"If you want to be happy, really really happy, use your talents to serve others." - Eduardo Verastegui
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)