What would Jesus want to hear when you pray to Him

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You may recall the phrase “What would Jesus do?”  Now I want to write about another question:  What does Jesus want to hear when you pray to Him?

The question came to mind when I thought how Jesus might want us to pray.  There is no real formula, but there is the beginning (ask Him to be with you), the middle (where you and He converse) and then the ending (where you say thanks and say good night, or see You later).  So I decided jot a few things down to be more clear what I think Jesus might want to hear when we pray to Him. I’m not a great expert, but I have read a few books and listened to a few homilies in my years on earth.  So here goes (just think of these and see where maybe you could add a few more things of your own – make the list long!):

  1. You call His name and ask Him to be with you.
  2. You tell him how you did that day (p.m.) or how you are grateful for the new day (a.m.).
  3. He wants you to be as candid as you can be. Give him a lot of ideas on how you wish your day should have been, how you could have done things better, ask His help on some knotty problem!
  4. Talk to Him like He was your best friend because He is. Tell Him you aren’t that happy about someone who is such and such, or tell Him you think that someone you should love is not lovable to you. Things that bother you about the establishment, politics (He won’t take sides in this – He wants your opinion) or, even how the Church is being run. Tell Him anything as long as you think this is true. Just be frank and open. No holds barred. He’s there for you.
  5. Ask Him to watch over you, your spouse, children, parents, siblings, friends – the guy down the street whoever you like – even the President. He will.
  6. Tell Him your needs, your wishes; make it something big, or just a small wish even. You can start small and then ask Him to help with something big – if it’s something good for you.
  7. Ask Him to help you to believe that dreams do come true
  8. Make Him happy by telling Him that you love Him, that you are grateful for His blessings, that you want to believe in Him more and more.
  9. Make Him be your constant friend and companion.
  10. Let Him be Your guide and ask Him to be with you in your work, your play and your quiet rest times

The Five Loves

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God the Father’s Love:
In the beginning was God the Father, the Creator, who loved US into being. His love is boundless, all encompassing, and infinite. He looks upon us, his children with a fatherly love, a love that provides for our needs. His love anticipates what we wish for, what is good for us, and what will serve us in our future path.

Mary our Mother:
When Mary became the Mother of Jesus, the Mother of God, she became our Mother when, from the Cross, He said to John, the Apostle, “Son, behold your Mother.” The Blessed Mother Mary is our path to Jesus. She tells Him of our needs, if we ask her. She loves us and helps us when we call upon her in our daily prayers. Mary brings Jesus to us. Mary is also the one who brings us the Holy Spirit, for He dwells in her from the time she was born.

God the Father, through Mary, gave us Jesus Christ, Who came down to save us from sin.

The Holy Spirit’s Love:
The Love of God the Father and Jesus created the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit forms the Triune God, with God the Father and Jesus.

A Mother’s Love:
The love of a mother is nurturing, forming her children into living vessels of the Holy Spirit. In the act of creating children, a mother and father include God to provide that Holy Spark that enlivens the living being in the mother’s womb. This assures us that we are all connected to God as His, imprinted with His sign of belonging, elevated in the world as no other could without His grace.

A Father’s Love:
The love of a father on earth for his children is like that of our Heavenly Father. He is the provider, the responsible one for his family, the go-to person for financial need and for the keys to the car. Yet the greatest gift a father can give to his children is to love their mother as much as he possibly can. With this and with God’s help, a family can thrive even in the most difficult of environments.

The Spousal Love:
The most important love is that of the love of a Spouse. For a married couple, this love is for the other. The Spousal love is a beautiful thing, enlivens their relationship, brightens their thoughts, creates new life, and completes each other.

For a single person, who decides to commit themselves to a religious life, that Spousal love is for Jesus Christ, and it is He that the profess to serve, to obey and be connected to in adoration, prayer, and in service to others. This is exemplified by such as St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, St. Therése of Lisieux, and Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen.

For a single person who decides to remain so, the Spousal love still exists if they but profess to love Jesus Christ as their Spouse. These are the ones who devote their existence to serve the Lord, to be spiritual parents of those who they care for in some way – such as their students, nieces and nephews, and godchildren.

Thus, each of us in God’s life, has His love and each of us must be confident of His love and deep care for us. God is INTERESTED in us, how we are doing in life, what problems we have and how best to solve them.

Include God in your daily life, from the moment you awaken, throughout the day, and at the end of the day. Speak to God of love and how you want that for yourself someday. Ask Him candidly to pick Someone Special for you. God knows how to choose – and He will find that exact, special one for you. If He desires to keep you for Himself, then He will give you the grace to understand and dwell in His love as a single person. No one is ever alone in this life (or in the next) because God is with them always.

Last Things

The last Word
The final goodbye
The way West
The only road
The questing eye
The one who got away
The rose on the vine
The happy embrace
The wayward fool
The ticket to London
Every exit open
Total excess
Life that matters
Elohim thoughts
Guidance of angels
Altars of gold
Heaven’s gate
Love everlasting
The One the True
God alone

The Lesson I Learned

The Lesson I Learned

Writers don’t care how they look.  What is important to them is what they write about.  You can look like a wreck and write the most beautiful prose.  You can have wart on your nose and write a lovely poem.  Writers have no wish to attain the heights of beauty.  Not in the physical sense.  Their world is in words, in worlds, in heaven or in some part of hell where a little bit of life still thrives.

I went to a writer’s conference last year.  The keynote speaker was a woman who was a writer -in-residence at a university. She looked like someone’s old maiden aunt.  She wore no makeup, her hair was disheveled from the wind, her clothes weren’t designer clothes.  They were the clothes of a journeywoman.  Someone who just came out of a long trip on the road.

Yet when she read her work I began to hear and see her world, her humor and her wit.  Yes, she was a writer.  Not a thing about her physically that would cause a lot of heads to turn. But turn they did when they heard her speak.

So I learned a lesson that day.  I felt like I could be comfortable as a writer.  I didn’t need makeup.  I didn’t need a lot of hair product nor did I need to wear the latest fashions to be with other writers.  Or, to write on my laptop.  In class, my classmates and I get along well discussing what I loved doing:  Writing. What we did was enough.  And that was to write, and write well.

And part of the lesson for me was to look at others without judging them based on their appearance.  It is not how God wants us to treat people.  We need to look into their eyes, their smiles, the creases on their brows, the rough edges of their lives and come to understand how God made them the way they are and see how they work, what they do. How their lives glorify God.  How their lives fit in with the Plan of God.

Each of us has a purpose in life.  Don’t let the way we look to each other get in the way.

 

Because it’s Lent

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The other day, I saw a coworker and friend who had foot surgery over a month ago.  He had a swollen foot now for days maybe weeks, and the swelling wouldn’t go away.  And I was recounting to him what I was thinking of that morning in prayer.  I realized why his foot was taking longer to heal: because it was Lent.

My friend looked at me and repeated: “Because it’s Lent?  That my foot is still swollen?”
I said yes.  I said to him that Lent is like that.

It may not be for all, but for me, Lent is such a hard slog to go through.  It seems to drag on for weeks.  And it does.  I have a consciousness of a dark kind of depression, even, that descends over me.

Lent is where I find that “Dark night of the soul” that St John of God wrote about.  In Lent, I find that I share in the sufferings of Jesus as He makes His way to Calvary.  It seems that Jesus is asking me to share His Passion.  By any means necessary.  One Lent, I spent my weeks sharing my Mom’s hospital room as she was going into a deep decline and final meeting with Sister Death.

I find that other friends find Lent a terrible time as well.  While I was on the phone with a good friend, she exclaimed piteously how Lent made her so sad, so depressed

Other times when the subject of Lent comes up, I hear people murmur “Oh yeah. Lent.”  And they have a sad look.

Sometimes Lent is like that.  It is for me.  A religious sister spoke of Lent to us in a group.  She said Lent is Spring.  It’s the time to look at the renewal of nature.  To look at renewing our own selves.  Our souls.

For my friend, who has a swollen foot, it is an optimistic thought.  Like the Resurrection.  The suffering of Christ finally ends in His rising from the dead.

For me, for us, Lent is a given.  We, as Christians, have to go through our version of Lent.  For the younger ones, they give up something for Lent.  For the older ones, we go through a deep dive into the Cross.  We all, each of us, has a Cross to bear. Sometimes, more than one!  It could be that surly boss, or, the copier that malfunctions, or a child who is sick, or our own infirmities.

Lent is a magnifier of our cross.  But that is ok.  We all need a retreat, a retreat into what God is asking us to think of, to suffer and to finally see that it’s all going to be ok.

When Easter comes, we will look at each other and say, “We survived another Lent.”  Kind of when winter is over, and spring buds are out.  We survived another winter.

I guess I just had to write about Lent.  It’s almost over.  We will survive.  My Mom passed a few weeks before Easter.  But she spent her Easter in Heaven.  So we all have that one, that First Easter in Heaven to look forward to.  And while we spend the remaining years of our lives counting each passing Lent, let these earthly Lenten Seasons season us and make us worthy of that First Easter.

Thoughts on the Gospel of the Feast of Mary, the Mother of God

275px-virgen_de_guadalupe1As I listened to Father’s homily this past weekend, the quote that came to me is that the “Same Spirit that resurrected Jesus from the dead resides in you”.  (This quote was something I saw posted on Twitter.)  And, I also remembered this when contemplating how our Lady received the news from St. Gabriel about having a child, Jesus.  In those days, Mary was a young girl, and being with Child even in a very holy way would have been a very difficult situation because as she told the angel, she knew no man.  To add to this, St. Joseph found out she was pregnant and he had the challenge to accept this and carry on as if this was ok – to become Mary’s husband and Jesus’ foster father.  I imagined how very difficult this was in those days – and even now – to have a baby and just go along with it as if it was the natural thing – which to others, it was, not really knowing that God “said” it and “It” was done.  I think my point is, that God works in mysterious ways and Mary and Joseph accepted this with the simplest of faith and placed their trust that things were all going to be alright.  Mary and Joseph truly relied on God and His angels to bring Jesus into the world and that is so very GRAND.

So what I am getting down to is that we, too, must place our trust in God’s plan for us, no matter how tough things seem to be.  God is the Divine Provider, Who will always listen and send us what we truly need, not what we want or think we ought to have.  Because He sees everything and has no boundaries, the plan He has for us is truly wise and for the good of all. He won’t forget our little lives either, because, in the words of Isiah (paraphrasing here) God knew us before we were knit in our mother’s wombs.  God wants us to be with Him in heaven after our lives are finished on earth.  Pray for His Will to be done in you and trust in Him implicitly.

May the blessings of Almighty God be with us all.  Peace and all good.