Hapus Dewi Sant!

March 1st marks St. David's Day in honor of the patron saint of Wales. 

Who was St David?

St David (or Dewi Sant in Welsh) was born on the south west coast of Wales, near the present day city of St Davids.

His family was aristocratic. He was educated at a monastery and became a missionary, travelling through Wales and to south west England and Brittany to spread Christianity. He is also supposed to have visited Rome and Jerusalem.

David founded a monastery where St Davids stands today. He died in AD589 and was buried in the grounds of his own monastery. He has been the patron saint of Wales since the 12th century. (From the BBC News Magazine)


We read Psalm 51 tonight, the beautiful Psalm of repentance written by King David. 

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.

                                                                                     (Psalm 51:10-12)

 

You'll Get Through This

God gives us footholds in the seemingly impassive wall of suffering.  Today while listening to Christian radio on the 5-minute drive from the gym to home, I happened to hear the world premier of a new song.

Here is the link to listen:

http://1075alive.fm/mark-smebys-song-youll-get-through-this-free-download-share-with-others-2/

Okay for Dads to Pray this Prayer

Hear us, our God, for we are despised. Turn their insults back on their own heads. Give them over as plunder in a land of captivity.  Do not cover up their guilt or blot out their sins from your sight, for they have thrown insults in the face of the builders.  [Nehemiah 4:4-5]

Nehemiah was the governor who oversaw the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem.  He prayed this prayer against specific enemies who were trying to thwart the building efforts.

We encounter enemies who are opposed to the building of our families.  The New Testament says to love your enemies and do good to them that persecute you.  However, I think the above prayer is appropriate for a father to prayer for protection of his family.  The father has the responsibility to ward off evil for his family.  He cannot take any chances.

The Example of Others

I have a sweet friend who is suffering from a serious health situation.  Do you know what she said to me?

It went something like this:

"In the Garden, Jesus asked for the cup to be taken from Him.  The answer was 'no.'  If the answer was 'no' for Jesus, what makes us think that it will be different for us?"

Lord, please bless my friend.  She truly is like the Virgin Mary, who said, "Be it unto me according to thy Word," and like Jesus, who said, "Not my will, but thine be done."

Bless you, Angela.

Broken Gifts with Beautiful Wrapping

During this Christmas season, we are busy with gifts.  Buying gifts, making gifts, receiving gifts.  I make chocolate-covered pretzels to share with neighbors and friends.  My dad fashions delicious sticky buns and we enjoy a perfect set of eight buns for Christmas breakfast.

Yesterday my son held two carefully-wrapped parcels of chocolate pretzels on his lap.   As I drove the car, I kept admonishing him to keep his legs still.  “Don’t drop the pretzels,” I warned.  We didn’t want to give out a gift that was broken in pieces.

In this modern world, we keep ourselves carefully, beautifully wrapped and “together.”  Yet, the very gift that God wants from us is brokenness.

“…A broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.”  Psalm 51

Brokenness, too, is the daily gift that Jesus offers to us – Himself, broken for us.

“Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you.”  I Corinthians 11:24

Why does God do things so opposite of us?  Why are His ways so different from ours?  He led Abraham to begin sacrificing his beloved, miracle son on an altar.  His ways are not our ways.  What a relief when a lamb was provided instead.  But then, God  proceeded to do the very same thing.  He sacrificed His one and only beloved, miracle Son, His lamb, on a wooden, cross-shaped altar.  The Lamb of God – broken, for us.

If that wasn’t enough, He calls us to copy this sacrificial Son.  We receive His broken body in the Eucharist and in our hearts and then we are called to offer our own bodies, our own hearts, for Him to use as He chooses.  He chooses brokenness.  

Oh, how we want it to be different.  We want it easier.  We want to give a perfect package, a pretty gift, one that turns heads.  Yet we are called to be like Him:  “…despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.”  Isaiah 53:3

Even these words seem broken, not quite right.  Yet, I offer them up for Him to use as He sees fit.  The same goes for my heart -- my incomplete, broken, beating heart.  He can crush it, break it, or even put a sword through it if He so chooses.  By His grace and His presence, perhaps I can say words like the Blessed Mother said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

                                             

What can I give Him, poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; 
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; 
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
  ~Christina Rosetti

Heart Fire

The crucible for silver, the furnace for gold, but the Lord tests the heart.  Proverbs 17:3

The definition for crucible is: A ceramic or metal container in which metals or other substances may be melted or subjected to very high temperatures.
  
Silver is subjected to very high temperatures.  Gold is placed in a furnace.  What about the heart?  This verse implies that the heart also is tested through extreme heat, through fire.  

Lord, may my heart survive this oven of fire.  Use the heat to refine my heart and make me more beautiful.

 

Sweetening Marah's flow

A radio commercial recently was equating hard times during the holidays with being short on funds.  Yes, that can be difficult, but this also is true:  Better a dry morsel with peace and quiet, than a house full of feasting with strife. 

It is strife that makes the holidays most difficult.  Family divisions, long-held unforgiveness, grudges, even just different political and spiritual viewpoints... all these can add up to strife.  The worst of family strife is withdrawal of a loved one, estrangement, divorce;  all which leave those remaining with a debilitating ache of spirit.  This also can come from the abscence of a dear one, whether through death or distance.

And so we read the Psalms and seek comfort during this time.

Then He'll lead the way before you,
Mountains laying low;
Making deset places blossom,
Sweet'ning Marah's flow.

May your bitterness be sweetened through the kindness of God's love.  Know that you are not alone in your grief.