Mary said Yes to being Jesus’ good mom. Having been conceived by the overshadowing of the Holy Spirit, for nine months Jesus was inside His Immaculate Mother’s Virginal womb. She said Yes to being the mother not only of the Head of the Body of Christ, but to being the Mother of all the members of the Body of Christ. Jesus’ birth was miraculous, our birth to being God’s children also a work of grace. Jesus redeemed us, Mary interceded for us in solidarity with her Son.
Too sad that the pro-abort monsters are making mothers miserable on Mothers Day, crashing into churches to proclaim that murdering children is their “sacrament” that “saves lives.” Mothers who have never had an abortion are horrified and hug their children hard, protecting them from the likely demon possessed. Mothers who have repented from having had an abortion are traumatized by these idiots, and want that the idiots come to know forgiveness just as they have.
Seeing the pro-abort antics with their “die-ins”, hearing their shrieking with megaphones, it’s, well, hateful. God hates the sin and the sinner in such manner as to get the sinner out of the sin and into God’s grace thus making the sinner into being no longer a sinner but a child of God, and therefore entirely lovable. God loved us while were yet sinners to get us out of the sin.
What Christians want, what Catholics want, is that all those lost in sin and darkness and frustration and hopelessness will come to know Jesus, the Author of Life, He who forgives those who are repentant in His grace, He who gives hope.
But it is not a condescending love that we have, but rather a respect for what Jesus has done for all of us. We have all of us crucified the Son of the Living God with original sin and our own rubbish sin. No one is better than any one else if without the grace of God. We will all together look upon Him whom we have pierced through. We would love the pro-aborts to hear the Word of God, to see Christ’s love within us. We would love them to convert, be baptized, go to Confession, and come to receive Jesus in the Eucharist with respect, reverence, devotion, thankfulness, love, joy.
That would make any mother’s heart rejoice. That would be a beautiful flower for the Immaculate Conception. Would that there would be many such flowers for the Immaculate Conception today, Mothers Day.
Oh… and those flowers for the Immaculate Conception promised in this post. Here they are, a picture from yesterday out front of the rectory, next to the Immaculate Conception statue on the front steps:
The moms at the Vigil Mass last night all got roses afterward. There were also blessings of married couples after Mass, one on their 25th anniversary and another on their 30th anniversary. There was also a Baptism-Confirmation-First Holy Communion for one young man, and a number of other First Holy Communions. The Church was jammed.
There wasn’t a peep about the pro-aborts. There didn’t need to be. Had they come I think they would have been shock-and-awed at the love and goodness and kindness in church last night.
These guys have just jumped out of their little purple martin bird house a few feet away for the first time, learning how to fly, with purple martin mama anxiously protecting them from the neighborhood around the rectory which gathered to see the sight. I mean, these don’t look like purple martin kids, do they? I mean, the beak is hooked… Is that right? And the “babies” are already twice as big as the mama before they even know how to fly. What’s going on here?
Anyway, my first thought was “Flowers for the Immaculate Conception,” which I always have on the front burner. I’m thinking that that’s not a bad thing. Oh, and here’s another, who keeps looking at how far down the ground is…
Last night after the Vigil Mass the Latinos had a Fathers Day party, complete with singing and cake:
On Mothers Day the Latinos give all the ladies roses after Mass in the social hall with another party, of course. I said last night that the Fathers should get something as well. Many suggestions were made but all immediately dismissed as it was said that it just doesn’t work that way. But to my my way of thinking, it’s a gift to any Father to be able to give a gift on Fathers Day. So, a whole heap of flowers for you, Mary. I suppose the birds will fly away, having learned how to fly. But that’s as it should be.
Right on schedule for Mothers Day, the Guadalupe Super-Abundant rose bush is in blossom at the rectory. Lots of roses for Mary. So many buds. Ten here on just one little part of the bush, with one bursting open…
Guadalupe involved flowers for Mary. Guadalupe was all about life. It’s Mothers Day.
Today the Knights of Columbus are putting on a magnificent brunch after the 11:00 AM Mass, handing out carnations to the ladies.
This week’s regional mountain newspaper had a full page add at the end of the first section with a Happy Mothers Day! theme, with the most pictured product for moms being guns. Yikes! Those are all smallish guns, even the 48 is lighter than the 19. But that doesn’t mean they are any less lethal. Kind of humorous, but not.
Giving these as a gift? Hmm. No. Not unless mom is already a gunslinger and specifically wants this or that gun for carry. If she’s not a gunslinger already, then this would be a much bigger deal than the tote bags, scented candles and coffee mugs also advertised.
There’s the transfer from the giver to mom, which is a big deal itself in some places. Then, to conceal carry, there’s the qualification and the course, which can be as expensive as the gun, by the way. There’s the fingerprinting which itself can be problematic if one is older. Then there can be what amounts to months of local background checks, and thorough investigations by the State Bureau of Investigation and the Federal Bureau of Investigation and other lengthy investigations, including from your physician and any care facilities mom may have ever in her life been checked into. Does mom want to do that? Good for her if she does, so that she can protect her kids and herself all the better.
But just remember, this is a lifestyle, meaning that you have to study the law, your local statutes, county statutes, state law, federal law, all of which is always in a state of flux.
You have to study deescalation, learn to live with situational awareness, practice the avoidance of problems. It means having a good psychology, a kind of unflappableness, the ability to remain calm even when adrenaline is pumping in critical incidents.
One has to know the best ammo for carry (hint: not FMJ), and how to carry and how to carry oneself and why. One’s wardrobe choices may have to radically change.
Importantly, one must get range time, regularly, making sure fundamentals of grip and stance and trigger pull are down cold always, making sure one is quick and agile, instead of being so slow as to invite an aggressor to just take your gun and shoot you and the kids with it. Having said that, it can be done, but mom must be a willing and enthusiastic participant, occasionally even going to scenario training, etc.
Also, just to say, the gift giver to mom has to follow up with literally tons of ammo as the years click by. And then there’s the gun safe, and holsters, and… and… So, don’t think you’re just giving a gun. This is an ongoing investment in life.
Last night after the vigil Mass, the Latinos got together in the social hall and had a bite to eat. Chicken, pork chops, steak, rice, beans, guacamole (hot), chips, and, of course, cake. There was music and singing and laughter. I really enjoyed the steak in honor of my own mom. She died way back in 1994, a year after my dad…
There won’t be any get together in the social hall after the 11:00 AM (mostly “Anglo”) Mass today, as there usually is almost without fail. The cancellation came about because it was decided that since it was a special day, people would eat at home. I’m all for moms getting breakfast in bed and not having to cook the rest of the day (that sounds sexist doesn’t it? I mean, some men can really cook up a storm, right?). When I was a kid, we would always go out to eat “brunch” after Sunday Mass, which was always the sine qua non of any Sunday.
Actually, this Latino vs Anglo style isn’t really a cultural division though it seems like it. Most of the Latinos are here already, or, if not, they are not going to do any cross-border travelling on Mothers Day, maybe for Christmas and Easter, maybe for a funeral or wedding, but not Mothers Day. Meanwhile, the “Anglos” do travel, but not away, never away on this day. Instead, this is the destination. Mothers don’t travel on Mothers Day, the kids do. The moms retired here in WNC with their spouses, and so the kids come here. It just turns out given our limitations on our little campus that people like to break out into their families instead of attempting to stay all together. But at a glace, it looks like a real cultural division: huge party for the Latinos, all in private for the Anglos. But that’s just not true.
I do think, however, of the widows whose kids can’t come (or simply don’t). The Latinos might have something that provides for that circumstance. That’s worth taking a look at.
Just thinking about this…. I wonder if there is a Cats in the Cradle about moms. Is there?