September 29, 2014
Some things are not like riding a bike. Or maybe riding a bike after not having done so for a couple of years is not as easy as everyone says. Either way, I was quite embarrassed today when my editor handed me a cassette tape and a tape player and told me to listen to a recording because I could not for the life of me figure out how to do it.
My first few attempts made the recording sound as if the poor people coming through the speakers were slowly talking underwater. The others made them sound as if they were talking through helium. After that, I was afraid to try anything else because I didn’t want to break the delicate ribbon inside the cassette.
The funny thing is, I had a cassette player when I was younger. I should have remembered how to do this. Somewhere in the crevices of my mind the information should have been stored, along with how to use a CD player and how to use a typewriter (I was, after all, the last one in my high school class to switch over to a computer).
In the end, I had to ask for help. Daydreaming about legwarmers and plastic charm necklaces would do me no good. My recollection for 1980s technology was lost.
But that’s okay. Other things have taken its place. And when I need help, I know I have people to count on. I think that’s what makes life so great. We’re all unique, with different skills—and sure, from different decades, too. But life would be so boring if we were all the same.
September 25, 2014
On Catholic New York’s website, we have a feature called, “Word to Life” which discusses the scripture reading for the upcoming Sunday liturgy. Generally at the end of the reflection it asks a question. This week it asked something along the lines of, “Has life always been fair to you?”
It’s funny because this morning, a friend of mine had passed along a reading that said that when you are going through troubles, that God uses those “dark times” to make a beautiful tapestry out of your life. You can’t make it with just light colors. It’s very similar to one of my favorite quotes that says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord.’” All these things point in one direction: God knows what He’s doing, even if we don’t. We may feel lost, betrayed, hurt, depressed, damaged, broken, beaten down or troubled, but somehow we will survive with God’s help. It won’t be easy, I’m not saying that at all, but it can be done.
So, when I come back to the original question about if life has always been fair for me, I’d say not really. I know that everyone has troubles, but some people seem better equipped to handle theirs, or seem to have smaller troubles. I’m using the word seem because to them they may feel bigger than they look to me. But I know that I joke around with my close friends and often joke around and say, “I must be doing something wrong” because life feels so hard sometimes. But then again, if it were super easy, would it be worth it?
What do you think? Has life been fair to you? Please share your thoughts.
September 22, 2014
When you think about the past, can you think of the best day of your life? This weekend I was thinking about that sentiment and wondering if the best day of my life has passed, and if I’ll get another one. I was thinking about it so much that I asked a few of my very close friends their thoughts on the matter.
One friend said something along the lines that simple things every day make parts of each day the best day ever; another cynical friend said that it’s all downhill from this point on; and another said that he is hopeful for a few more best days.
I’m not sure exactly where I fall. I had had to choose right now, I’d have to say that I’m going through a period where my “hope tank” is low, so I’m not feeling like there are any “best” days ahead, maybe good ones, but nothing extraordinary, really.
I would like to be wrong. Thinking this way is akin to living basically without hope, and this is a very difficult way to live. In Hebrews 6:19 it says, “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.” We all need something to anchor us, and for me, at least, I know this anchor is hope. When I have hope, my faith is stronger, my love is stronger, I am stronger.
I just have to discover a way to find my hope. Any suggestions?
September 8, 2014
About a year ago, I promised a friend of mine that I don’t see often that I would buy him a plant or two to spruce his place up. Whenever we would talk on the phone, we’d laugh about the non-existent plant that I had yet to provide.
“I’m still waiting for that plant,” he’d say with a laugh.
I didn’t like that I had promised something that I couldn’t fulfill. But for months, the plant was pushed to the back of my mind until I heard his voice and was reminded again. Sometimes, I’d see a few flowers and other potted botanicals around, but every time it seemed that there was a hindrance to the purchase, some excuse or another as to why I couldn’t get it at that time.
Guilt would hit as the unfulfilled promise began to weigh me down. Yesterday, however, I kept my promise and delivered the plants. Immediately I felt relieved and happy. It wasn’t until I sat back in my car that I realized why the plant had grown to be so important—it was all about trust.
Both patience and trust are important in a relationship, even when it comes to God. It may take a while to trust in Him completely, especially when life doesn’t seem to make sense. But I believe He is there, patiently waiting for us.
September 5, 2014
Nicknames can tell a lot about a person. The names can describe a person’s history, character, personality, looks or talents, for example. Even when they are shortened versions of a longer name, it can tell you a lot about a person.
I know I’m not a sociologist or a linguist, so my examples aren’t an exact science, I admit…But take the name Timothy, for instance. When I hear the name Timmy I think of a child or adolescent. On the other hand, if I hear the name Tim or Timothy, I think of an adult. I have a friend who has the nickname of “my lovely” because of her kindness and beauty. And many other people in my life have nicknames that I call them by based on their roles in my life, like: husband, best friend, and brother.
In the Bible, nicknames are also used. Simon’s real name is Simon, but everyone calls him Peter because that is Jesus’ nickname for him. Peter, by the way, means stone. It’s a fitting nickname because later on Peter is called the “rock” that the Church will be built on. Even James and John are given nicknames, though you may pass right by it. They are called the sons of Zebedee, which is translated as sons of Thunder.
One thing that makes nicknames special is that they show you that there is a close relationship between people—the one saying the nickname, and the one with the nickname. I know that it is not quite the same thing, but I like to think that praying to Jesus, for instance, as the Most Sacred Heart, or as the Good Shepherd, makes me closer to Him as well.
What do you think about nicknames? Also, do you have one? Please share!
September 2, 2014
Technically, I’m not graceful. While I like to think I have cat-like reflexes, the reality is, I move more like a deer caught in headlights (slow or not at all). So when I attempted to cross First Avenue last week and found myself diving through the air doing a majestic belly flop onto the pavement it was no surprise—at least to me. The surrounding pedestrians were definitely taken aback.
In mere moments, I was swarmed by people asking, “Are you okay?” And then a man lifted me up and put me back on my feet. Of course I couldn’t make eye contact with him because I was tearing up with shame and embarrassment. It was not one of my finer moments. As quickly as I could, I crossed the rest of the street (I had amasses some injuries especially to my left side since I had turned mid air so I wouldn’t do a face plant into the ground) and walked into the first place I could hide.
After I had settled down a little, I thought of how my antics could have been considered funny. How often do people see a woman dive through the air as if there were a swimming pool in front of her, doing a fantastic pavement dive worthy of a perfect 10?! At least I tried to convince myself of that.
I was going to talk about how the Apostles fell, like Peter falling into the water when he took his eyes off Jesus; or like when Jesus himself even fell carrying his own cross—but then I decided to look at this a different way. What did Peter and Jesus do after they fell? They got right back up. Peter was probably mortified, but he got back up and grabbed for Jesus’ hand. And Jesus picked up his heavy cross and kept walking.
I think that’s the difference. My first reaction was to run and hide, to get away and pretend my mistake never happened, to laugh it off, even. Peter and Jesus, however, got right back up and kept going, they kept up the good fight. I think that’s a great lesson for us all. No matter how hard it is, get up and keep fighting, keep going.
August 26, 2014
Some Catholics are getting the cold shoulder over the Ice Bucket Challenge sweeping social media on Facebook and Twitter right now. The purpose of the challenge is to raise awareness and funds for ALS, also known as Lou Gehrigs disease.
There are many reasons why Catholics are saying not to get involved in the ice bucket challenge (named from the act of literally pouring a bucket of ice and water on top of your head); from the theological debates to the social activism debates.
For example, one debate I heard was that Catholics are supposed to do their giving behind closed doors and not draw attention to themselves. Another debate I heard says that funds should be collected for ALS-related agencies because of the type of research being done.
On the other side, I have heard people argue for the challenge saying that bringing awareness to any cause or disease is a good thing; Catholics are not supposed to hide in a bubble. To simpler debates that the challenge is fun, brings awareness to a good cause, and is just a way to have fun doing it.
I myself fall on the side of it’s a good cause, and it’s a fun way to bring awareness to a disease many people may not be aware of. I was challenged to do the bucket challenge, and I accepted.
Here is a video of my challenge:
What do you think of the challenge? Are you for, or against it, and why?
August 21, 2014
Last night I was IMing with a friend of mine, and after one particular text I heard nothing back. Texting silence. It was awful. I scrolled through our texts and reread the last one I sent to see if perhaps I said something offensive without knowing it. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, the panic set in.
What had I done? Where was my reply? I knew it was childish to react in such a way, but I didn’t care. My mind raced with all the possibilities of what could have gone wrong. Maybe I text too many times, too fast and too furiously and my friend got annoyed? Or maybe I didn’t pay enough attention to their needs? It could have been a million different things. And I must have played through about a hundred of them in my mind.
Then I began to pray. My prayers went something like this, “Please let my friend not be mad at me.” It was a simple prayer, but it was honest and true. Then I remembered something that I had read a while back on patience that helped a lot. It was something I found on a pinterest board that said, “Patience is not the ability to wait, but to keep a good attitude while waiting.” I was worrying so much about what my friend was thinking of me, me, me, that I forgot to think about what he was going through, and that is always a very bad thing. So I turned towards praying for him, and began to feel much better. I changed my prayer to “Please let everything be okay for him and his family.”
I think that happens a lot today. People especially in their teens, 20s, 30s and 40s expect the instant reply. And if it doesn’t come, thoughts immediately go to—what did I do wrong, or on occasion, is everything ok? I’m going to try harder in those moments to pray for the person I am texting instead of sending out a million text bombs to their phone.
Have you had an experience like mine? How did you handle it?
August 18, 2014
With my summer vacation in the rear-view mirror, it feels as if the season is already over…even though there are still weeks left. Perhaps the fact that I spend eight hours a day in a chilly office environment doesn’t help the fact that my mind thinks that fall is pretty much here.
But the truth is, the summer isn’t over.
Sure, back to school sales may be going on: but school hasn’t started yet. Even though it may be a bit cooler, it’s still humid outside; and people are still in a state of relaxation. However, I think many people would admit that summer seems to have gone pretty quick this year. There is something special about summer, maybe its from all those years when we were given time off from school to spend the days freely as we chose.
I remember youthful days spent in swimming pools with friends; reading books outside under trees; driving around suburban streets with the windows down and music blaring without anywhere to go; and the sound of the ice cream truck playing.
Yes, the days of my youth are gone, but the days of summer are still here. Different kinds of memories are made, but they are special all the same. The same summer sun shines down on us; the same God smiles at us. All we have to do is relax, smile back, and know that God is with us.
August 11, 2014
We had a special issue come out for the three new bishops. It was akin to the last game of the season, or the final night of a play, a major exam or a “so important your job depends on it” presentation at work.”
I did all my research. I prepped as much as I could. I worked like I never worked before. When the issue came and I looked through it, I was full of joy and accomplishment—until I saw it—a massive error that leapt off the page into my eyes, stabbing me in the heart and soul.
How could this have happened, I thought to myself? There were things in place to stop just this sort of error from happening. I thought back through the process, and thought about how I could have done such a thing, until I came to the realization that it didn’t matter—it was there and there was nothing that could be done about it.
I cried, not so much for myself but for the person involved whom I felt would be forever immortalized in the paper improperly.
Why did God let me work so hard only to let this happen? What good could possibly come out of this?
Right now, I don’t have the answers, only questions. But I trust in Jesus and right now, that’s enough for me.
Have you had an experience that didn’t make sense to you at the time, but you realized later on was God working in your life?