Today in his homily, our pastor was talking about how we are in a new year and we have to enter into it with new enthusiasm and energy, but sometimes we keep going and going and we run out of gas. In those times we have to keep praying even though we want to call it quits and throw in the towel. Then he started singing a song from camp, "Give gas in my Ford, keep me trucking, trucking, trucking. Give me gas in my Ford I pray...." The song went on to relate to trucking along for God.
My mind however made a whole other connection. Back in high school, I had a friend(s) who weren't exactly big Ford fans. (Disclaimer: For those of you who are big fans of Ford vehicles I am neither saying I am or am not against Ford here. Simply using this for reflectional purposes.) They said that Ford actually stood for Fix On Road Daily. Here's were my epiphany comes in. In that moment of Father singing about giving gas in my Ford, I pictured a truck on the side of the road in need of gas. Just like the Ford we all need fixed on the road on a daily basis by God, so in the car brands of life, we're all sort of Fords.
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Friday, September 16, 2016
Convent Skills
Turns out the Movie Moments may not happen every week because my life just doesn't produce that many movie worthy moments. If I really sat and thought about it, I could probably actually come up with one, but I don't have that time and I haven't watched that many movies.
Instead I'm working on developing other skills here in the convent, like getting up, getting ready and being in church in less than 10 minutes. Thank goodness for Guardian Angels. (I'm pretty sure mine works overtime all the time.) Sunday I had my alarm set for 5:50. It went off and I shut it off. 6:26 I rolled over and realized I had 4 minutes until Mass started. I was up and out the door by 6:31 and made it into the church by the time Father was starting the Kyrie Leison.
Instead I'm working on developing other skills here in the convent, like getting up, getting ready and being in church in less than 10 minutes. Thank goodness for Guardian Angels. (I'm pretty sure mine works overtime all the time.) Sunday I had my alarm set for 5:50. It went off and I shut it off. 6:26 I rolled over and realized I had 4 minutes until Mass started. I was up and out the door by 6:31 and made it into the church by the time Father was starting the Kyrie Leison.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
We Survived
Or at least externally everyone seems to have survived 7th Heaven's visit to the convent. When they arrived the Charmer played his shy card, but he quickly recovered and turned on his normal charm with all of the Sisters. Before their arrival I had warned one of the younger Sisters of his charming characteristics. I don't think she believed me but within 2 hours of his arrival she was aware of his charm.
Sunday we went to Philly to check out some of the historic sites. Star wanted to go see the Liberty Bell. I'm fairly certain she has no idea what exactly the Liberty Bell is and we didn't actually get a chance to get up close it because of the long line. We saw it from a second story window of Independence Hall instead.
Monday I took them around the school. Liz Taylor came along with me to help in the cafeteria. All the girls freaked out because we look so much a like and they thought it was cool that I had family visiting. Then we went to the Provincial House to have snack time with the elderly Sisters. Liz Taylor was in heaven or at least she might have been until the Sisters started talking about her following in my footsteps.
Tuesday we headed to the Crayola Factory. It was a pretty cool place. They had a lot of really neat interactive stuff. I spent a lot of time coloring while watching the kids on the massive playground they had inside.
So anyway all I heard about all day Wednesday and Thursday was how cute my siblings are and what a joy it was to have them visit.
On a totally different note of survival. The Easter Triduum in the convent is a bit more intense than out of the convent even when you follow the Peggy days of obligation. Good Friday was an all day silent retreat. It was intense. The parish I went to for all the services has a strong Spanish population and at one point I guess there were a lot of Italians there too, so all of the services were tri-lingual. Definitely not something you ever found at my home parish.
The whole community pitches in to help prepare the Easter dinner. I signed up for beverages because I thought how hard can that be? Just set out the trays of pop (or soda as they say on the East coast) and beer. Turns out that also includes making a punch. Again not too hard and it actually turned out pretty well. Some of the Sisters enjoy a glass of wine so I figured since it was kind of an important dinner I should make sure there was wine out. I tracked down one of the Sisters and she helped me get out the right wine and then she was like here go open them. When I told her I had no idea how to open a wine bottle she quickly told me I was going to learn right now. So on Easter I learned how to open wine.
Sunday we went to Philly to check out some of the historic sites. Star wanted to go see the Liberty Bell. I'm fairly certain she has no idea what exactly the Liberty Bell is and we didn't actually get a chance to get up close it because of the long line. We saw it from a second story window of Independence Hall instead.
Monday I took them around the school. Liz Taylor came along with me to help in the cafeteria. All the girls freaked out because we look so much a like and they thought it was cool that I had family visiting. Then we went to the Provincial House to have snack time with the elderly Sisters. Liz Taylor was in heaven or at least she might have been until the Sisters started talking about her following in my footsteps.
Tuesday we headed to the Crayola Factory. It was a pretty cool place. They had a lot of really neat interactive stuff. I spent a lot of time coloring while watching the kids on the massive playground they had inside.
So anyway all I heard about all day Wednesday and Thursday was how cute my siblings are and what a joy it was to have them visit.
On a totally different note of survival. The Easter Triduum in the convent is a bit more intense than out of the convent even when you follow the Peggy days of obligation. Good Friday was an all day silent retreat. It was intense. The parish I went to for all the services has a strong Spanish population and at one point I guess there were a lot of Italians there too, so all of the services were tri-lingual. Definitely not something you ever found at my home parish.
The whole community pitches in to help prepare the Easter dinner. I signed up for beverages because I thought how hard can that be? Just set out the trays of pop (or soda as they say on the East coast) and beer. Turns out that also includes making a punch. Again not too hard and it actually turned out pretty well. Some of the Sisters enjoy a glass of wine so I figured since it was kind of an important dinner I should make sure there was wine out. I tracked down one of the Sisters and she helped me get out the right wine and then she was like here go open them. When I told her I had no idea how to open a wine bottle she quickly told me I was going to learn right now. So on Easter I learned how to open wine.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Reasons Why I Enjoy Ash Wednesday
Call me weird, but I actually really like Ash Wednesday. The first day of Lent can be a bit of a challenge at times, mostly due to the fasting aspect, but hey it's one day. Plus the random conversations brought on by the ashes you sport on your forehead outweigh the fact that you are ready for lunch at 9:30 in the morning and supper at 4:30 in the afternoon.
That being said, I had one of the entertaining conversations at work today. One of the other ladies in the office came downstairs on her way out the door, looked at me, and exclaimed "What is on your head!?" I grinned and told her ashes, at which she suddenly remembered today is Ash Wednesday.
Also, my other favorite part was as a child comparing your ashes to all your friends after mass. Even now people comment on how "good" your ashes are. I walked into work and another woman told me, "Wow they really got you good." Isn't that sort of the point? They smudge on a heavy layer so you don't manage to wipe it off the first time you forget you have ashes and touch your forehead.
That being said, I had one of the entertaining conversations at work today. One of the other ladies in the office came downstairs on her way out the door, looked at me, and exclaimed "What is on your head!?" I grinned and told her ashes, at which she suddenly remembered today is Ash Wednesday.
Also, my other favorite part was as a child comparing your ashes to all your friends after mass. Even now people comment on how "good" your ashes are. I walked into work and another woman told me, "Wow they really got you good." Isn't that sort of the point? They smudge on a heavy layer so you don't manage to wipe it off the first time you forget you have ashes and touch your forehead.
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