May God forever keep His Holiness, Benedict XVI, Pope Emeritus of the Holy Catholic Church.
May the Father give strength to the College of Cardinals. May Jesus Christ the Son have mercy on them. May the Holy Spirit guide them as they enter Conclave. May the Almighty God bless them.
May the next Pope be a worthy and humble man, as he guides the Barque of St. Peter in this stormy world.
May God bless the Pope, Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of the Prince of the Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of Vatican City, and Servant of the Servants of God!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Ash Wednesday
It's the start of Lent. It's been a long time since I've posted anything in this blog. But I thought I might put in a few daily reflections as a part of my Lent.
Much has happened since my last post. I think the most significant thing is that I have lost the will to attend Mass. When I'm with my family, I go. But on my own, I no longer. I would like to be able to say that I simply go less than I used to (which was pretty much daily), but that is not the case. I have not gone, not daily Mass, not Sundays, not Holy Days of Obligation. Today, I even missed Mass and the Distribution of Ashes. And this torments me. There are no words to properly describe the despair I feel. I can go to Mass, physical transportation is not the issue. It's just that after everything's that happened, I just don't feel like it anymore. It is one of the most terrible feelings in the world. To lose interest and passion about something that you once held so dear.
But hopefully this Lent will change that. I gave up Facebook, as I always do. But this year, I am going to make a Lenten purpose, one that I never thought I would ever have to make since I was Confirmed: I am going to go to Mass more. Maybe I'll start off with just attempting to go to Sunday Masses, and from there, who knows. I just want it back, to love Mass and my faith as I once did.
It's like one of those nightmares, where you recognize you're dreaming but you can't seem to wake yourself up. You try to move and you try to scream, all in the hopes that you'll wake from the nightmare. That's what it feels like. My heart wants nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare of a Mass-less world, but no matter how much the heart wants, the mind is horribly unwilling, and definitely unyielding. But I will try. I've lived in a nightmare for too long. I long to wake up, and see the Daylight once more.
To anyone who may stumble across this blog, I humbly beg you to pray for me. My journey will be long and tiring, and hopefully by the end of it, I will come out like John the Baptist, ready to proclaim the way of the Lord.
Peace and blessings to any and to all. Happy Journeying.
Much has happened since my last post. I think the most significant thing is that I have lost the will to attend Mass. When I'm with my family, I go. But on my own, I no longer. I would like to be able to say that I simply go less than I used to (which was pretty much daily), but that is not the case. I have not gone, not daily Mass, not Sundays, not Holy Days of Obligation. Today, I even missed Mass and the Distribution of Ashes. And this torments me. There are no words to properly describe the despair I feel. I can go to Mass, physical transportation is not the issue. It's just that after everything's that happened, I just don't feel like it anymore. It is one of the most terrible feelings in the world. To lose interest and passion about something that you once held so dear.
But hopefully this Lent will change that. I gave up Facebook, as I always do. But this year, I am going to make a Lenten purpose, one that I never thought I would ever have to make since I was Confirmed: I am going to go to Mass more. Maybe I'll start off with just attempting to go to Sunday Masses, and from there, who knows. I just want it back, to love Mass and my faith as I once did.
It's like one of those nightmares, where you recognize you're dreaming but you can't seem to wake yourself up. You try to move and you try to scream, all in the hopes that you'll wake from the nightmare. That's what it feels like. My heart wants nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare of a Mass-less world, but no matter how much the heart wants, the mind is horribly unwilling, and definitely unyielding. But I will try. I've lived in a nightmare for too long. I long to wake up, and see the Daylight once more.
To anyone who may stumble across this blog, I humbly beg you to pray for me. My journey will be long and tiring, and hopefully by the end of it, I will come out like John the Baptist, ready to proclaim the way of the Lord.
Peace and blessings to any and to all. Happy Journeying.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)