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Chances to Love

Dynamic Catholic Advent Devotion of the Day

Dear God, I am going to have several opportunities to love others today. I will get to write letters that will show love. I get to talk to one of my closest friends and show him love. I get to ring a bell for The Salvation Army and show love to everyone who walks by me. I get to go to a funeral for a friend’s mother and show that friend and her family love. I get to show my daughter love. I get to show my wife love. That’s a lot of opportunity. Will I take advantage of it, or will I let it go by and need more love from these people than I give?

That can be the problem that I hope I’m getting better about–being a needy person. One of the weaknesses I’ve had to confront over the last 20 years is my own insecurity and need for accolades, love and affection. When I was first married, that neediness was very fatiguing for my wife. I was a pit of seemingly endless need. But as I’ve grown closer to you, as you have matured me and healed my soul, I have been able to need less and learned to just offer my presence to someone without feeling the “need” to get something back in exchange for my effort.

Father, make me what you need me to be today. Love freely through me. Give freely through me. Be glorified through me. If possible, use me to heal hearts, souls, minds, and bodies for your glory’s sake.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2017 in Miscellaneous

 

Just an open prayer

Dear God, I looked at some of my traditional sources for scripture on which I could meditate today and nothing was really hitting me. My soul is a little unsettled this morning. Why? On paper, everything in my life looks really good. And yet I find myself with a sinking feeling. Is it the upcoming Christmas week? Is it the week off that I’ll have between Christmas and New Year’s Day? Is it visiting with loved ones and trying to avoid any minefields that are out there?

Maybe I should go with the prayer that the woman left as a request at our Center yesterday. In it she asked for prayer for her children. She wanted their peace, safety, and happiness. She asked for a successful and easy pregnancy. She asked for a safe place to live. She asked for a good foundation in life. How many of us have those same desires for our children and ourselves. Her prayer is my prayer, and I join her in asking you to answer it in your wisdom for her and for those I live.

Father, it feels like I’m rambling a little here, but at the end of the day I just want you to be a part of my life. I want you to be my motivation, my rock, my redeemer, my provider, my defender, my guide, and my savior. I want you to be that for every person I love as well. I want you to be that for the world. So glorify yourself. Lead our world and national leaders. Guide their hearts. Love them. Help them to humbly submit themselves to you and listen to your Holy Spirit. Please do the same for our state and local leaders, those elected and non-elected. And help me to know the place you have for me in my family, my community, and my world.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2017 in Miscellaneous, Uncategorized

 

God the Father, my father, and me as a father

A Father’s Hope

Dear God, I just watched a video (link above) from a Catholic Advent series that a friend encouraged me to use this Advent season. Surprisingly, it hasn’t been as focused on Advent as it has spiritual growth and discipleship. I’ve liked that better.

Today’s video was about the names we have for you when we pray to you. Like the speaker, I usually refer to you as Father. The speaker talked about parallels between your attitude towards us and our attitude towards our own children. Of course, this made me think about a lot of things from the past and present.

I remember after my son was born and his first few years. I was struck by how easy it was to discipline him when he did something wrong or made a bad decision and then move on and forgive him. I probably even journaled to you at the time that it gave me a new perspective on how you see me. I wasn’t nearly the unforgivable wretch that I sometimes felt I was. Through the power of Jesus’ sacrifice (Hebrews 10:14), I am easily forgiven by a perfectly holy God. You are eager for my repentance and eager to move me forward.

This video also made me think of some of the best men’s retreats I’ve ever attended. There were a series of them out at Laity Lodge where they had men get up and tell their story from the perspective of You as our Father, our earthly father, and us as a father. Those were some great experiences as we started to get a glimpse of how we might actually be made in your image after all.

Father, help me to know how to embrace all that you are as my father, and help me to be the father you know my children need me to be. Give me exactly what I need to continue to draw closer to the center of your presence, and give my children exactly what you need them to have from me. Don’t let me get in the way of your plans for them with my own impetuousness, insecurity, or foolishness.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 

Irritable

No verse.

Dear God, I’m kind of tired today. I don’t know if it is the full/super moon or not, but I am seeing a lot of emotion in a lot of people. What is going on? And I think it’s in me too. I feel very emotional right now. I’m a little more impatient and easily angered. I’m not in the mood to suffer the shortcomings in others. I can’t pinpoint what’s going on in me in this moment, but when I get like this I feel the desire to exercise control over everything and everyone. I just want it done my way.

There were several times yesterday when I was praying to you in real time as I was working to solve some intricate problems. I think you guided me through that time, for which I am grateful. Thank you. Now I need your continued guidance. I need your help. I need your wisdom with my wife, my children, my staff, and my patients. Help me, Father.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2017 in Miscellaneous, Uncategorized

 

Inspired by Fred’s Blog

The Next Phase

Dear God, I read a friend’s blog this morning and a story from when he was in his 20s reminded me of the enthusiasm of youth. He spent 10 years running a coffee shop and doing street witnessing at night. While I’ve never done anything that bold for that long, I can certainly recognize a zealousness in my 20s that has been dulled over the last 25 years. What causes that? Was I right then and wrong now? Was I foolish then and wise now?

When I really stop and think about it, I think zealousness about one’s own life philosophies or beliefs is inversely commensurate with one’s exposure to a broader world. It’s easy for the child to believe everything their parent teaches them when they are young because no one else challenges it. But as children age, learn about history, meet new people, read different books, and watch different videos (movies, TV shows, and clips they can watch online) they start to have to reconcile their small world with a vastly larger world.

In my own case, I used to be much more theologically conservative. Only some were going to Heaven and the rest were going to Hell. Certain things were definitely sin that needed to be repented of. My dogma was rigid and my ability to judge others was high. But then life starts to present me with certain realities. It’s easy to think homosexuality is wrong until you have to talk to your gay sibling about it and then you start to think about all of the ways that you yourself have grieved God sexually. It’s easy to think that only those who followed the Christian formula are going to heaven until hundreds of thousands of people (most of them Muslim) die instantaneously in a tsunami at the end of 2004 and you as yourself if hundreds of thousands of people just went straight to hell. It’s easy to think that poor people need to just pick themselves up and get to work until you sit with them in person and really understand the causes of multi-generational poverty and also the particular circumstances in their lives. That’s when you start to really work out your faith with fear and trembling. That is just a taste of what life has taught me over the last 25 years.

Father, I am still on this journey. I am still blind to my prejudices. I guess the one thing I have going for me is that I know that I’m ignorant. I know that my faith and love are incomplete. So I submit myself to you, your teaching, and your process for my life. Protect me from outright heresy. Please keep me from going too far in my worldly knowledge and philosophy. Lead me in your Spirit and your Truth. Be glorified in me so that your kingdom will come and your will will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
 

Am I an “Evangelical”

https://thegathering.com/unfaithful-to-holy-things/

Dear God, I read the blog post I linked to above this morning, and it got me thinking (I suppose that’s what a good blog post will do). The author talked about how the word Evangelical has lost its meaning as a description of someone’s faith. He pointed out that it has not only become part of a political demographic, but it has also been saddled with the baggage of being judgmental and bigoted.

The thing that came to my mind is, as an Evangelical by the original meaning of the word, how often to I explicitly share the Good News with someone who needs it? How often do I miss Peter’s lesson in Acts when he and John are walking by the beggar and he says, “Silver and gold have I none…,” and then shares Jesus direct power with him? By the true definition of what we would like Evangelical to mean, how many real Evangelicals are left?

Father, help me to be an Evangelical. Help me to boldly share your love for others’ sake. Offer your hope through me. Let our culture redefine Evangelical back to its original definition and let that start with me.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
 

Infringement

No verse

Dear God, I had an opportunity to offer someone prayer and a spiritual dimension to their current crisis yesterday, and I blew it. And it’s not like I didn’t consider it in real time. I had a guy in my office who was in need. He was scared and I was able to walk him through the process of meeting his need and comfort him a little. While he sat there, I thought, This would be an opportunity to ask him if he would like someone to pray with him. But I didn’t. I remained silent in that area and stuck to my normal script. And it’s not like I don’t work in a Christian, faith-based organization. I do. I wouldn’t be violating anyone’s civil liberties if I simply offered to pray with them. What is my problem?

Maybe it’s too much politeness. I don’t want to infringe on their spiritual privacy. By how will they ever know about the peace and joy that a life rooted in submitting to you can provide if we, as Christians, don’t infringe a little?

Father, first, I’m sorry. I’m going to try to follow up with the man today and offer him my prayer. And I’m going to be better about this. I have something that too many of our community don’t, and an awful lot of them come into my office. Help me to be what you need me to be for them.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on November 9, 2017 in Miscellaneous

 

Anxiety

This isn’t going to be a typical post. I’ve been thinking about something I thought I would put down on “paper” so I can kind of think it out.

I woke up yesterday morning earlier than I should have. I was experiencing something I don’t normally face–anxiety. As I lie there in bed, I was anxious about everything. From work and different challenges there, to my children as they are now both living away from home as young adults, to my and my wife’s families of origin and different hurdles they are facing, to my own bank account (which doesn’t make sense because it’s probably in the best position it’s ever been in).

I tried to let go. I tried to rationally talk my way out of the issues. But I was locked up. I was anxious. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I got up and did my prayer journal. It was about Ruth and how God provided for her and Naomi through Boaz. I tried to consider that Ruth had faced more trials than I am facing now. Anyone living in the Houston area today (and I know people who live there) would probably trade places with me in a second. Nothing was helping.

As I finished getting dressed for work, the idea occurred to me that some things can only come out through prayer and fasting. So just after I decided I should probably fast for the day my wife came in and told me that she had decided to go to a 7:30 Friday morning worship service at our church. I’ve never gone with her to one of these before, but I decided that sounded like a great idea. I had prayed. I was listening to Christian music. But some corporate worship sounded like a great idea.

Our small town in Texas was founded in 1849. Our church has two sanctuaries. The “Old Church” was built in 1861. The “New Church” was built in 1908. Friday morning services are apparently done in the Old Church. My wife had to tell me that when I tried to go into the New Church. Here’s a picture of the church when it was new in 1863.

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I was kneeling in church and praying through my anxiety (much of it foolish anxiety) when I looked up to the ceiling. I looked around the room. I thought of the early settlers. I thought about their daily lives and how hard they must have been. Their vulnerability to drought, hostile Native Americans, disease, etc. They had no means of accumulating a lot of money. They were a community of Germans, here less than 15 years, struggling to start a new life, and in the midst of their struggle they had not only come together to build a church, but they had built a big, beautiful church. The rock and other materials were not easy to find and gather. I imagine that it wasn’t easy to build given the technology of the day and the fact that their numbers were in the hundreds and not thousands. How did they face their challenges? Would any of them have been in bed early in the morning, lie there and just worried about things, or would they have gotten up, put their face to the wind, and gone to work? Is there one of them that wouldn’t look at my situation (the job I have, the house where I live, the car I drive, the money I have in the bank, etc.) and laugh at the idea that I am anxious about anything?

I left that service completely refreshed and renewed. The Holy Spirit had spoken to me and inspired me, not by the sermon or the contents of the service, but by introducing me in a new way to a remarkable group of people who lived by faith, hard work, and perseverance 150 years ago. Not one of them ever imagined that they would inspire someone sitting in that room in the year 2017.

Later that evening, my wife told me about a podcast she had heard where a sociologist described the generalized characteristics of the different generations (e.g. Baby Boomers have these traits, Generation X these traits, Generation Y, Millennials, etc.). They apparently don’t have a good label for the current teens, but they have some interesting observations (and these are all broad generalizations so there are many exceptions to these descriptions). Here is a list of what she told me:

  • For reasons I still don’t understand, a larger percentage of them do not have a driver’s license by spring of their senior year in high school (70% now vs. 90% in previous generations).
  • Politically, they tend to be more Libertarian in their desire to get the government out of their lives. “Don’t tell me who I can marry, what I can smoke, etc.”
  • They are hardworking, with the feeling that the world isn’t going to take care of them so they are going to have to go out and take care of themselves.
  • They avoid joining groups. Religiously, this means that they are skeptical of organized religion. But they love small community with just a few friends.
  • They are more prone to interacting with their community through technology rather than face-to-face. They will sit isolated in a room and visit with people through devices rather than in person.
  • They experience a lot of anxiety.

I thought that last one was interesting. Psychologically, I think there is something about our current society and how we are now entering the world through social media and what the electronic news shows us that is leading us to more anxiety. Here are some thoughts I have as to why, but they are only my opinion:

  • When we look at social media, we only see the best of our friends’ lives, but when we compare ourselves to them, we use our reality, not theirs. And this isn’t a criticism of only putting the good parts of your life on social media. It’s not appropriate to air your dirty laundry out there like that. I’m just saying that as readers we need to remember that there is more to each life than we read about on a computer/phone screen.
  • When we look at news (regardless of your source), we are seeing articles that were written as “click bait” and not what someone thinks we need to know. This makes the stories more opinionated (usually negative opinions) than fact-relating.
  • When we argue or disagree with people, our disagreements are more vitriolic because it is easier to be confrontational typing our anger than it was in the old days when our only option was face-to-face.
  • More money means more problems. Money brings all kinds of unexpected problems that are too numerous to list here, but there is a belief among those who struggle month to month that having more money would solve all of their problems. It would solve some of them, to be sure, but it wouldn’t solve all of them. In fact, it creates problems that would surprise you.
  • When we are physically isolated from people and have too much time left alone with our own thoughts, we rarely lead ourselves in a healthy direction. We were not built to be alone.

If you were to go to any one of the Germans in the picture above and tell them you are anxious about your life, they would be surprised. They surely would have been surprised at me yesterday morning. And I don’t have some great prescription for our society to follow so that we can leave anxiety behind. But I can tell you that I found a path out yesterday by praying to my God, taking the day to fast and pray (confession: I broke the fast after 6 p.m.), and then tapping into the inspiration that a bunch of German immigrants left for me 150 years ago.

 

Emails to God – Supporting My Wife Going Catholic, Part 3

This is the third part in a series I am doing as a companion piece to my wife’s blog. She is explaining in a six-part series how she came to join the Catholic church this last Easter, so I thought I would flesh out some of the details as I experienced what she experienced. You can read her blog at www.meganwillome.com.

In today’s post, my wife introduces our local priest, Msgr. Enda McKenna. Let me give you a description of Enda. If every priest were like Enda then everyone would want to be Catholic. If every Christian pastor were like Enda then everyone would want to be a Christian. You get the idea. He is a sweet, gentle soul. I often describe him as a doll of a man. Just precious. He’s in his early seventies. He has soft white hair and an Irish twinkle in his eye. He grew up in Northern Ireland, and has that slightly whimsical Irish stereotype about him. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, and I adore him. Here is a picture:

Msgr. Enda McKenna
St. Mary’s Catholic Church, Fredericksburg, Texas

Through my work, I am privileged to be a member of our local ministerial association, even though I joke that I am the amateur Christian among the professionals. That is where I first met Enda. He is the first Catholic priest since I have lived here to actively participate in our ecumenical Christian ministerial association (okay, there has only been one other priest since I lived here, but I was really impressed when he started to show up and participate). Without exception, all of the pastors in the association love Enda. One retired Baptist pastor has particular affection for him. Enda was one of the first pastors to reach out to him when he lost a son to a car accident.

So that’s a description of Enda. Now, back to our story. When last we left off, my wife had started visiting St. Mary’s during the Christmas season, and I was visiting a church that meets in a bowling alley. Our two children, daughter who was 11 and son who was 14 weren’t visiting with us because we felt like were were in such flux, so we were doing family worship services together on Sundays. I also started having a Friday morning breakfast with one of the men from the bowling alley church so that we could share our lives and develop our relationships with God.

Around March of 2011, about three months after my wife and I were attending different churches, I mentioned to my friend, Tom, that I was feeling really disconnected spiritually from her. He looked at me and his advice was profound. I think I have this quote right: “You need to suck it up and go to church with your wife.” Hmm. That wasn’t the advice I was looking for. I had hoped he would encourage me to work through this with her in a way that we would both find a church together. But God obviously had her on a bit of a spiritual quest, trying to make some sense of her own relationship with Him given the loss of her mother and how her own view of her Christianity might have been wrapped up with her mother’s. As I said in my last post, it wasn’t that I resisted going to St. Mary’s because it was Catholic. I resisted because it was liturgical. Having grown up Baptist, visiting Lutheran churches was about as liturgical as I had gone. Worshipping Sunday after Sunday in the Catholic style…scared isn’t the right word. Let’s just say, it didn’t enthuse me.

I started attending St. Mary’s with her in early March 2011, and I talked to Enda at one of the ministerial association meetings about us visiting St. Mary’s. He had seen me there with her and wondered. I told him that Megan would probably enjoy a chance to visit with him about what she was experiencing, so I think he made it a point to visit with her that Sunday morning that she describes in today’s post. That is not to say that Enda wouldn’t have sought her out anyway. He is a generous soul and as accessible a Catholic priest as I have ever known, willing to change his schedule at the drop of a hat for anyone. But I think he was particularly aware of my wife’s quest as a result of our conversation at the ministerial association.

That’s where Megan ends her narrative, so that’s where I’ll sign off too. We’ll see you next Wednesday with Part 4.

 

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Emails to God – Prayer Requests (Colossians 1:9)

9 For this reason also, since the day we heard of it, we have not ceased to pray for you and to ask that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding,

Dear God, this verse is appropriate for today because I have some friends who need special prayer. To protect their privacy, I will use initials, but you know who they are.

  • For CS, he told me last night that he is going in for testing on a possible tumor in his ear. A tumor anywhere in the head would be in my top five of places I wouldn’t want a tumor—maybe even the top of the list. Please be with him today. Be with the ENT who is seeing him as well. Father, even now, please miraculously touch him and remove any danger from his body, if you are willing. I know you can do this father. I ask it on my friend’s behalf. Please, give him healing and a story to tell that will help him to glorify you and draw others into your presence.
  • I pray for GD and his wife, CD. Please be with them as they look for GD’s healing. Work in his body. Please touch it and move it into the next phase of recovery. This doesn’t seem life-threatening, but it is scary and hard. These people love you. Please strongly support them. Give CD strength as well. She has her own health issues, and she needs your strength to be able to care for her husband and support him through this. At the same time, raise up hands, arms and feet around them to do your work in their lives. Help them to see that it is you and recognize you as being the author of all things good in their lives.
  • I pray for BB and EB. They have to be so fatigued. Their health battles have been long and wearying. Please help them to feel your touch and hope. Help them to live with your power and joy. I don’t know that I could do it if I was them, but I have more faith in their ability to find you in the midst of these struggles than I do in my own. Please help and encourage them.
  • I lift up PO to you. He has going through an important procedure last week and I pray that you will help his body to adopt its new pieces and help him heal. Use this as a special opportunity to reveal yourself to him and those around him. Help him to feel your touch and your presence.

Father, in all of these cases and more, please do not let the pain and stress of these events go in vain. Please help each person whose name is flowing through my heart right now, including myself, to turn loose of the world and grasp on to you. Help us to pray without ceasing. Help us to submit our wills to you. Please forgive our sins. Forgive our selfishness and idiocy. Give us each the strength we need to do your will and give you glory in our families, in our work, in our churches and with our friends. Help us to decrease as you increase and make us your royal ambassadors.

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Miscellaneous

 

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