MEDITATION OF THE DAY

EXALTING THE CROSS IN OUR LIFE

The Way of the Cross…invites all of us, and families in particular, to contemplate Christ crucified in order to have the force to overcome difficulties.  The cross of Christ is the supreme sign of God’s love for every man and woman, the superabundant response to every person’s need for love.  At times of trouble, when our families have to face pain and adversity, let us look to Christ’s cross.  There we can find the courage and strength to press on…

IIN TIMES OF TRIAL AND TRIBULATION, WE ARE NOT ALONE; THE FAMILY IS NOT ALONE.  JESUS IS PRESENT WITH HIS LOVE, HE SUSTAINS THEM BY HIS GRACE and the strength needed to carry on, to make sacrifices and to overcome every obstacle. And it is to this love of Christ that we must turn when human turmoil and difficulties threaten the unity of our lives and our families.  The mystery of Christ’s suffering, Death and Resurrection inspires us to go on in hope: times of trouble and testing, when endured with Christ, with faith in him, already contain the light of the Resurrection, the new life of a world reborn, the Passover of all those who believe in his Word.

IN THAT CRUCITIED MAN WHO IS THE SON OF GOD, EVEN DEATH ITSELF TAKES ON NEW MEANING AND PURPOSE: IT IS REDEEMED AND OVERCOME, IT BECOMES A PASSAGE TO NEW LIFE.

by: Pope Benedict XVI

I should explain to those who are not Catholic, the Way of the Cross, are pictures or Crosses placed around inside the walls of  the church, there are 14 stations  and each one represents part of Christ’s journey from the scourging and crowning of thorns to the end when Mary and his friends took Him down from the cross.  It is to help us remember His Crucifixion and help in our journey.  It is quite emotional and rewarding. 

CONNIE’S MEMORIES- PIE MAKING

Hi all, I just made an apple pie which got me thinking about the many times my poor mother tried to get me  to help her cook.  I did help, but really wasn’t interested.  So she tried again with my oldest brother.  I have a photo of him sitting on the counter beside the pie crust that was rolled out and he was making what looks like a little pie crust.  My mother used to make jelly tarts with what was left of the pie crust.  They were really good. She rolled a small round piece of crust about the size of the top of a pie. then rolled another the same size and made a hole about the size of the end of your thumb, put that on top of the other after wetting them to stick, and cooked them.  When they were done, she put a spoonful of jelly in the middle.  Those were our snacks.  In those days, believe me, nothing was wasted and our mother made snacks out of anything handy.  Those were the good old days when a mother gave up her own carrier, stayed home and TRIED to show her children how to cook.  I understand a lot of the younger generation of women are staying home, even home schooling and being there for the short time they have before their children grow up.  I admire and am very proud of these women.  They are putting their children first.  Settling for less THINGS and receiving more love, rewards, and accomplishment then they ever could in the world.  And believe me, it is way more work then working in the world of business, but way more rewarding.  I believe, with the help of God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, a women who raises her children and takes care of her family can truly say “I DID IT MY WAY.” I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT SOMETIME WOMEN HAVE TO WORK, NO CHOICE, AND I ADMIRE THOSE WOMEN ALSO, SINCE THEY ARE DOING DOUBLE DUTY AS BEST AS THEY CAN.  I HAVE BEEN IN BOTH PLACES, SO I KNOW WHAT WORKING WOMEN GO THROUGH.   GOD MADE YOU, HE LOVES YOU, AND KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE ALL GOING THROUGH. HE also knows what you give up either way. GOD BLESS YOU ALL.

PERSECUTIONS OF CHRISTIANS………..

In 1839, 1866, and 1867, one hundred and three Christians in Korea gave their lives as martyrs.  Among them were Father Andrew Kim Tae-gon, first Korean pries and pastor, and the lay apostle, Paul Chong Ha-sang.  The martyrs included bishops and priests, but for the most part, they were members of the laity.  They consecrated the rich beginnings of the Church in Korea with their blood.  “I URGE YOU TO REMAIN STEADFAST IN FAITH, SO THAT AT LAST WE WILL ALL REACH HEAVEN AND THERE REJOICE TOGETHER.” St. Andrew Kim Tae-gon, Final Exhortation.  Today the Catholic Church remembers these Martyrs.

How many martyrs, I wonder will we find in the Middle East?  Please pray for all the Christians in the Middle East who are being martyred.  You will notice that word ends in “red” as in blood?  Please pray for them, and if you know anyone from those Countries, Syria, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, and even Afghanistan, please let them know we are praying for them for their courage and strength.

I wonder, would you personally have the courage to walk into a burned out church where the priest was still saying Mass, even if the Islamists were shooting at you because you are a Christian as you walked in?  I would hope I would, but without the strength of the grace from Jesus Christ, I know there is no way.

 

CONNIE’S MEMORIES-POTATO CHIPS

It’s funny what we remember.  I know most people now days think that potato chips began in the Garden of Eden and have always been with us, not so.  I looked up to see when they started.  One man, a Native American cook, first made the chips for a customer where he worked in a restaurant in N.Y. in 1853.. They were a big hit and it went on from there, First in the North then it spread to the south.

Now, my memories:  A lot of new foods came out after the 2nd world war. Probably because more people had money to buy things, whereas, before and during the war most people, at least in the country and in central Maine, grew, made and canned their own food.  So when companies started packaging potato chips in a big can, like the very big cans of popcorn you see at Christmas, my parents decided they could afford to buy a can of  chips every once in awhile, for a treat.  This was a BIG treat, because we had no money to waste.

Lays Potato Chips were the first name I recognized on the list of manufacturers, but I think the ones available in our stores were Humpty Dumpty.  I even remember where my mother kept them.  In one of the bottom cupboards near the very large storage can of flour.  And yes, people bought flour in 50 lb. bags and then put it in seal tight flour cans.

So you see, we are very lucky in this day and age to buy chips in all different flavors and sizes.  Yummmmm

WE ARE THE CHURCH(NOT THE BUILDING)

I have been waiting awhile to post this until the correct time, I think this is the time. Since this is back to church Sunday. This came from the Harvest Magazine.

“REV. ROGER WILLIAMS:  some years ago, there was a review in the Wall Street Journal of a new book on Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode Island. I’d like to share a section of that review with you.”

“The Rev. Roger Williams was an exasperating man.  The story is told that, early in his career, he became convinced that the only scriptural church was one composed solely of godly members, an awkward position for a minister of the established Church of England, which seated godly and ungodly in the same pews and ministered equally to both.  Williams was briefly satisfied by New England’s compromise: the godly announced themselves and made up the communicant church while the remaining parish members sat passively in the pews, unable to take the Lord’s Supper.”

Basically things went from bad to worse and …..Soon he decided that it was impossible to distinguish the wheat from the chaff in this life and withdrew to pray with his wife……he couldn’t be to sure about her either. For the rest of his life, Williams prayed alone in his closet, a congregation of one awaiting the Second Coming”

In a way, Roger Williams’ story is comical, but in another sense, it is tragic. His idealism and zeal made him unable to understand and accept his brothers and sisters. His seemingly high principles left him unable to join others in a community of prayer and faith.”

“While Williams’ case is certainly an extreme one, it is not without parallels today. There are any number of people whose expectations of their churches make them unwilling to go to church when they discover to THEIR HORROR WHAT THEY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN ALL ALONG; THAT THEIR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE WEAK AND EVEN THEIR LEADERS ARE SOMETIMES SINNERS.”

“BUT THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A SINNER-LESS CHURCH. AND EVEN IF THERE WERE ONE, AS SOON AS YOU JOINED IT, IT WOULD NO LONGER BE SINLESS. ‘If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves; and the truth is not in us’ (1 John 1:8) Church is just the opposite of the famous quotation of Groucho Marx: ‘I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.'”

And this is the most important point made in the article: ” FURTHERMORE, THERE IS NO  CHRISTIANITY BY YOURSELF. CHRISTIANITY CAN ONLY TAKE PLACE IN GROUPS. THE GROUP CAN BE AS SMALL AS TWO, INDEED THE MARRIED COUPLE IS THE SMALLEST UNIT OF THE CHURCH, BUT THERE IS NO INDIVIDUAL VERSION OF CHRISTIANITY.

………………….AS ONE AUTHOR PUTS IT: SEPARATE FROM THE CHURCHES WITH ALL THEIR FAULTS, ‘THE INDIVIDUAL IN QUEST OF GOD, HOWEVER SINCERE THAT SEARCH, LIVES THE UKCONFRONTED LIFE. WITHOUT CHURCH, WE HAVE MORE PRIVATE FANTASY THEN REAL FAITH.'”

by Rev. Msgr. Michael J. Henchal

 

 

 

THIS IS BACK TO CHURCH SUNDAY

Did you know? this is back to church Sunday. The Sunday after 9/11 everyone in the U.S went to church. What happened.  Do we need prayers less then we did the Sun. after 9/11? Does the Country need prayers less?

WE ARE THE CHURCH.  If you stay home, say you are a Christian, say you believe in Jesus, but don’t take part in the worship in HIS CHURCH, are you really Christian? Some say they don’t like organized religion, will worship on their own, but He came on earth to establish HIS CHURCH.  He even said:  “If two or more pray…..” It’s not the building that is the church, it is His people gathered together where ever they pray to honor Him. GO to His Church this Sunday.

CONNIE’S MEMORIES

I wrote to my brother one day, he is 2 years younger than I, but we have about the same memories.

He reminded me of the times every fall  when we would help our father wash and put up all the big storm windows. Then in the spring we would take them all down.  It was hard work but lots of fun working with my father.

My brother also reminded me of all the model airplanes that he and our father worked on and how many hours and hours they spent turning over the motors in the shed.  They were getting them ready to fly out in the field at the end of the street.  I didn’t do much to help with that, it was mostly my fathers chance to relate to (I should say play with) his sons. Once the motors and planes were ready, we all marched out to the field, planes In hand, and they got them ready to fly.  Every other kid on the street followed us out there, it was usually Sunday afternoon,(so a family activity).  The plane wing’s were attached to long wires, and once the plane took off, it was controlled by the handle and wires.  Usually my father, but once in awhile my brother, got to fly the plane.  Then after all the planes had crashed, we headed home, to set the planes up for repairs, to fly again another day.

I remember one Sunday when the plane was flying around and all of a sudden the plane went crashing down towards the ground and we looked and the motor was headed toward the corner of the house at the end of the street.  The motor crashed into the house, not hurting the house but sort of demolishing the motor.

My parents made Sunday, a day of rest, the best day of the week.  It was always family day on Sunday. We always went to church together or with one or the other of our parents.  If my father had any extra money we stopped to pick up donuts.  Then my mother got dinner at noon- and my father. my brother and I did work on the house, either outside or inside, depending what needed to be done.  That included throwing in wood, planting and hoeing the garden, patching up the wall in the stairway, to whatever needed repairing on our 100 year old house.  I had a great life growing up.