Friday, 25 March 2016

No Price to High

Good Afternoon Gentle Readers

Well my Cindy Lou is sleeping and so is the Sweet Potato so I have a moment to do a reflection about Good Friday…

I went to Holy Thursday mass last night and because Cindy Lou is involved with RCIA it was just me and the Sweet Potato in the pews, by the way he was perfectly behaved all the way through the service. Anyhow as the service went on I found myself distracted for the first time in my life, what if I was asked to sacrifice a son. The thought had never occurred to me before, how hard, in fact how imposable it would be for me to say yes to that, I never could, even if he agreed to it I could never say yes….

God’s act of love fell into a very different view for me, he did say yes, he did allow it all of that time he just I would guess, just wept and felt the pain and anguish that his son did.

Today think for a moment about losing someone you love, think about knowing you could save them, keep them from harm but in that doing that you would be destroying the chance for millions upon millions, could you make that choice….

In my heart I know that I could not, I would save my son, no question.

But God is God and his choice to save us was first and foremost, regardless of the cost…

No price to high..

No Love so great


Take Care and God Bless


Good Enough

Pick Up Your Cross

Reflection…. Pick Up Your Cross

Isaiah 50:4-9
New International Version (NIV)

The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue,
to know the word that sustains the weary.
He wakens me morning by morning,
wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.

 The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears;
 I have not been rebellious,
 I have not turned away.

I offered my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard;
I did not hide my face
from mocking and spitting.

 Because the Sovereign Lord helps me,
 I will not be disgraced.
Therefore have I set my face like flint,
 and I know I will not be put to shame.

He who vindicates me is near.
Who then will bring charges against me?
Let us face each other!
Who is my accuser?
Let him confront me!

It is the Sovereign Lord who helps me.
Who will condemn me?
They will all wear out like a garment;
the moths will eat them up.

Mark 8:27-35
New International Version (NIV)

Peter Declares That Jesus Is the Messiah

Jesus and his disciples went on to the villages around Caesarea Philippi. On the way he asked them, “Who do people say I am?”

They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.”

“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?”

Peter answered, “You are the Messiah.”

Jesus warned them not to tell anyone about him.

He then began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and that he must be killed and after three days rise again.  He spoke plainly about this, and Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him.

But when Jesus turned and looked at his disciples, he rebuked Peter. “Get behind me, Satan!” he said. “You do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.”
Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.  For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it. 

Good Afternoon Gentle Readers

It’s Good Friday once again, a bit of a different experience for me this year but the same themes still hover close to my heart….

I will share them in my next post but for the moment I want to repost this one from a long time ago…

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough

In Isaiah we see a man who has been giving the people the word he was given, and a lot of the time they didn’t like it much and Isaiah finds himself being ridiculed, accused and over all treated very poorly…..such is the life of a prophet anyways. His reaction to all of this is a powerful statement of his calling, and his trust in God, he has gone to “I set my face like flint” to his enemies, but still his message is there “to know the word that sustains the weary” and to proclaim Gods message.

In Mark we are asked “But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?” This can be a big question for us, is Jesus the promised messiah, a great leader, a philosopher, just who is this guy? When Peter comes up with “You are the Messiah.” It’s pretty amazing, Peter is showing that he has gotten it, but the next second he is telling Jesus not to go through with what he has to do…. That’s so Peter, one minute saying and doing the right things and then the next, like all of us, he’s falling on his face….

Jesus then does what he does when people are more than a bit confused, he lays it all out for those who are really listening. “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and
take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it.”

Now this is must not have gone over so well with the people who heard it, the cross was a literal symbol of pain and fear, a symbol of shame. The only people who were crucified by the Roman’s were criminals and traitors; it was one of the worst ways to die. It must have been so hard for the disciples to hear, and for us it still is.

Jesus does something… he does what God has done in the past; he takes that symbol of horror and changes it into something else. Frequent readers of my blog have heard me talk about the topsy turvy way of God, the weak are powerful, the poor rich, Jesus takes the cross and turns it into a symbol of his love, of sacrifice, his choice is the cross, and his choice is love.
I think when Jesus says take up your cross he is telling us to take up our love and give it to a world that so desperately needs it. I think he is asking us to take our place with him in love, it’s not harsh, it’s not painful, its love. When we give of ourselves to our brothers and sisters in this world we build the Kingdom that Christ was always talking about and wouldn’t it be great to live there. When we build instead of destroying, when we save instead of condemning we give of our energy, our love and things change.

We are all called to something, all called by God to be his children, all called to be priest and prophet, all called to heal and as Isaiah put it, all called to give the weary rest……

We are all called to love like Jesus in our day to day lives

Are you ready to pick up your cross; are you ready to pick up love?

Take Care and God Bless
Good Enough

Thursday, 17 March 2016

St Patrick’s Wish

Good Afternoon Gentle Readers

Just a super short post today

From my family to you and yours

Happy St Patrick’s Day and top of the morning to you,,,,,,

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Its Tuesday
Good Morning Gentle Readers

Well its Tuesday, Cindy Lou and the Sweet Potato are still asleep and I am getting ready for work, coffee and cigarettes my old old friends. I have had a lot of time this morning to reflect on what’s happening in my life and even though there are problems I have it pretty good, God takes really good care of me.

Where I work is chaos and I really don’t think even if I go crazy at it I will never bring order to the mess, but I have to keep in perspective on what is really important, in this case family, my family. I will find a way to keep them safe and happy with all that they need and somehow find a way to get back to doing ministry for the poor, that still has a huge place in my heart and even though right now I can’t find the time to do that I know that I have to go back to it, it’s my calling and I cannot ignore that call…

Well one more coffee and I am off to it…

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough


Ps Please pray for my Brother in the US who is having heart surgery today
St John of God, Fools and Saints Rush In
Good Morning Gentle Readers
Well from a person who has been called crazy and impulsive here is a saint who is the same. Oh before I forget, thank you Brothers of the Good Sheppard your love and wisdom are still with me…..
Take Care and God Bless
Good Enough


St John of God
Source Catholic Online
From the time he was eight to the day he died, John followed every impulse of his heart. The challenge for him was to rush to follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit gave him, not his own human temptations. But unlike many who act impulsively, when John made a decision, no matter how quickly, he stuck with it, no matter what the hardship.
At eight years old, John heard a visiting priest speak of adventures that were waiting in the age of 1503 with new worlds being opened up. That very night he ran away from home to travel with the priest and never saw his parents again. They begged their way from village to village until John fell sick. The man who nursed him back to health, the manager of a large estate, adopted John. John worked as a shepherd in the mountains until he was 27. Feeling pressure to marry the manager's daughter, whom he loved as a sister, John took off to join the Spanish army in the war against France. As a soldier, he was hardly a model of holiness, taking part in the gambling, drinking, and pillaging that his comrades enjoyed. One day, he was thrown from a stolen horse near French lines. Frightened that he would be captured or killed, he reviewed his life and vowed impulsively to make a change.
When he returned he kept his spur of the moment vow, made a confession, and immediately changed his life. His comrades didn't mind so much that John was repenting but hated that he wanted them to give up their pleasures too. So they used his impulsive nature to trick him into leaving his post on the pretext of helping someone in need. He was rescued from hanging at the last minute and thrown out of the army after being beaten and stripped. He begged his way back to his foster-home where he worked as a shepherd until he heard of a new war with Moslems invading Europe. Off he went but after the war was over, he decided to try to find his real parents. To his grief he discovered both had died in his absence.
As a shepherd he had plenty of time to contemplate what God might want of his life. When he decided at 38 that he should go to Africa to ransom Christian captives, he quit immediately and set off for the port of Gibraltar. He was on the dock waiting for his ship when he saw a family obviously upset and grieving. When he discovered they were a noble family being exiled to Africa after political intrigues, he abandoned his original plan and volunteered to be their servant. The family fell sick when they reached their exile and John kept them alive not only by nursing them but by earning money to feed them. His job building fortifications was grueling, inhuman work and the workers were beaten and mistreated by people who called themselves Catholics. Seeing Christians act this way so disturbed John that it shook his faith. A priest advised him not to blame the Church for their actions and to leave for Spain at once. John did go back home -- but only after he learned that his newly adopted family had received pardons.
In Spain he spent his days unloading ship cargoes and his nights visiting churches and reading spiritual books. Reading gave him so much pleasure that he decided that he should share this joy with others. He quit his job and became a book peddler, traveling from town to town selling religious books and holy cards. A vision at age 41 brought him to Granada where he sold books from a little shop. (For this reason he is patron saint of booksellers and printers.)
After hearing a sermon from the famous John of Avila on repentance, he was so overcome by the thought of his sins that the whole town thought the little bookseller had gone from simple eccentricity to madness. After the sermon John rushed back to his shop, tore up any secular books he had, gave away all his religious books and all his money. Clothes torn and weeping, he was the target of insults, jokes, and even stones and mud from the towns people and their children.
Friends took the distraught John to the Royal Hospital where he was interned with the lunatics. John suffered the standard treatment of the time -- being tied down and daily whipping. John of Avila came to visit him there and told him his penance had gone on long enough -- forty days, the same amount as the Lord's suffering the desert -- and had John moved to a better part of the hospital.
John of God could never see suffering without trying to do something about it. And now that he was free to move, although still a patient, he immediately got up and began to help the other sick people around him. The hospital was glad to have his unpaid nursing help and was not happy to release him when one day he walked in to announce he was going to start his own hospital.
John may have been positive that God wanted him to start a hospital for the poor who got bad treatment, if any, from the other hospitals, but everyone else still thought of him as a madman. It didn't help that he decided to try to finance his plan by selling wood in the square. At night he took what little money he earned and brought food and comfort to the poor living in abandoned buildings and under bridges. Thus his first hospital was the streets of Granada.
Within an hour after seeing a sign in a window saying "House to let for lodging of the poor" he had rented the house in order to move his nursing indoors. Of course he rented it without money for furnishings, medicine, or help. After he begged money for beds, he went out in the streets again and carried his ill patients back on the same shoulders that had carried stones, wood, and books. Once there he cleaned them, dressed their wounds, and mended their clothes at night while he prayed. He used his old experience as a peddler to beg alms, crying through the streets in his peddler's voice, "Do good to yourselves! For the love of God, Brothers, do good!" Instead of selling goods, he took anything given -- scraps of good, clothing, a coin here and there.
Throughout his life he was criticized by people who didn't like the fact that his impulsive love embraced anyone in need without asking for credentials or character witnesses. When he was able to move his hospital to an old Carmelite monastery, he opened a homeless shelter in the monastery hall. Immediately critics tried to close him down saying he was pampering trouble makers. His answer to this criticism always was that he knew of only one bad character in the hospital and that was himself. His urge to act immediately when he saw need got him into trouble more than a few times. Once, when he encountered a group of starving people, he rushed into a house, stole a pot of food, and gave it to them. He was almost arrested for that charity! Another time, on finding a group of children in rags, he marched them into a clothing shop and bought them all new clothes. Since he had no money, he paid for it all on credit!
Yet his impulsive wish to help saved many people in one emergency. The alarm went out that the Royal Hospital was on fire. When he dropped everything to run there, he found that the crowd was just standing around watching the hospital -- and its patients -- go up in flames. He rushed into the blazing building and carried or led the patients out. When all the patients were rescued, he started throwing blankets, sheets, and mattresses out the windows -- how well he knew from his own hard work how important these things were. At that point cannon were brought to destroy the burning part of the building in order to save the rest. John stopped them, ran up the roof, and separated the burning portion with an axe. He succeeded but fell through the burning roof. All thought they had lost their hero until John of God appeared miraculously out of smoke. (For this reason, John of God is patron saint of firefighters.)
John was ill himself when he heard that a flood was bringing precious driftwood near the town. He jumped out of bed to gather the wood from the raging river. Then when one of his companions fell into the river, Johnwithout thought for his illness or safety jumped in after him. He failed to save the boy and caught pneumonia. He died on March 8, his fifty-fifth birthday, of the same impulsive love that had guided his whole life.
John of God is patron saint of booksellers, printers, heart patients, hospitals, and nurses, the sick, and firefighters and is considered the founder of the Brothers Hospitallers.

In His Footsteps:

When you feel the urge to serve, help, or pray do you act on it or argue yourself out of it? Today if you feel an impulse to do good, do it immediately as John of God would have done without thinking of how practical or how embarrassing it might be.

Prayer:


Saint John of God, help us to act out of love as soon as we feel the promptings of the Holy Spirit. Help us learn to fight the little voices in our heads and hearts that give us all sorts of practical reasons to wait or delay in our service of God.
I Missed Him

Good Morning Gentle Readers

How often don’t we see what is right in front of us, how often do we miss the real story, how often can’t we see the forest for the trees. Today’s gospel is very much a reflection of that fact; while we are going through our day today let’s try to be aware, let’s keep an eye open…..


You never know who you might meet

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough

John 5 1-16

There was a festival of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. Now in Jerusalem by the Sheep Gate there is a pool, called in Hebrew Bethesda, which has five porticoes. In these lay many invalids—blind, lame, and paralyzed. One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years.

When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be made well?” The sick man answered him, “Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; and while I am making my way, someone else steps down ahead of me.”

Jesus said to him, “Stand up, take your mat and walk.” At once the man was made well, and he took up his mat and began to walk.

Now that day was a sabbath. So the Jews said to the man who had been cured, “It is the sabbath; it is not lawful for you to carry your mat.” But he answered them, “The man who made me well said to me, ‘Take up your mat and walk.’”

They asked him, “Who is the man who said to you, ‘Take it up and walk’?” Now the man who had been healed did not know who it was, for Jesus had disappeared in the crowd that was there.

Later Jesus found him in the temple and said to him, “See, you have been made well! Do not sin any more, so that nothing worse happens to you.” The man went away and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him well. Therefore the Jews started persecuting Jesus, because he was doing such things on the sabbath.


In this season of Lent, we focus much of our prayer on healing and cleansing; nearly every day of this holy season, the Christian liturgy asks Christ to heal us from our brokenness and cleanse us from our sins. Today’s Gospel returns, once more, to this central Lenten theme. Jesus approaches a crippled man at the pool of Bethesda and bestows his healing grace upon him.

Strangely, though, the man does not know who his healer is. He experiences Jesus’ grace, his life is radically changed, and yet he remains ignorant of his savior’s identity.

As we reach the halfway point of Lent, we might ask ourselves: Has our Lenten fasting improved our spiritual vision? Do we recognize Jesus when he approaches us with his grace? 

C.S. Lewis conjectured that when we meet Jesus after death, we might be surprised to find him appear like people we knew in our daily life. Then we will realize, to our chagrin, that it was Jesus all along, incarnate in our brothers and sisters, and yet we missed him.

Jesus is here among us this Lent, accompanying us on our 40-day pilgrimage towards Easter. He accompanies us in the disguise of our family members, friends, and colleagues. He waits for us in the distressing disguise of the poor and the marginalized. He longs for us in the tabernacles of our churches. He speaks to us in the Scriptures and in the words of the liturgy. He offers healing, just as he healed the crippled man in today’s Gospel. 

Will we recognize him? Will our Lenten fasting attune our eyes to see his face breaking through the veil of our world? 

Jesus Christ is in our midst. Let us see and believe.

Sunday, 6 March 2016

It’s not in the News

Dear Gentle Readers

As we go though our day today let us pause for a moment and pray for the Missionaries of Charity, and for the four women who lost their lives for their faith and for their love of God and of their brothers and sisters.

Let us pray for peace, let us pray for all of those who suffer and die for the crime of just trying to make this world a better place. Let us pray for ourselves that we are never indifferent to the plight of the poor, of the victimized, of those lost voices that don’t get a spot in the news cycle of politicians insulting each other and celebrity scandals…..

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough


Pope: murdered missionaries of charity are martyrs of indifference
Vatican City, Mar 6, 2016 / 05:36 am (CNA/EWTN News)
On Sunday Pope Francis lamented the world’s indifference to the recent killing of four Missionaries of Charity, calling them the ‘martyrs of today’ and asking that Bl. Mother Teresa intercede in bringing peace.
 “I express my closeness to the Missionaries of Charity for the great loss that affected them two days ago with the killing of four religious in Aden, Yemen, where they assisted the elderly,” the Pope said March 6.
The sisters who were killed “are the martyrs of today…they gave their blood for the Church, (yet) they are not in the papers, they are not news,” he said.
Francis lamented that the sisters are not only the victims of their killers, but “also of the indifference of this globalization of indifference, which doesn't care.”
He prayed for the sisters and the other 12 people killed in the attack, as well as their families, asking that Mother Teresa would accompany her “martyr daughters of charity” in paradise, and intercede in obtaining peace “and the sacred respect of human life.”
Pope Francis’ spoke to pilgrims present in St. Peter’s Square for his March 6 Angelus address, just two days after a March 4 attack at a Missionaries of Charity convent and nursing home for the elderly and disabled persons in Aden, the provisional capital of Yemen, left 16 dead.
Four of the victims were sisters of the Missionaries of Charity, the community founded by Blessed Mother Teresa. Other victims of the attack included volunteers at the home, at least five of whom were Ethiopian. Many were Yemenis. The nursing home had around 80 residents, who were unharmed.
Fr. Tom Uzhunnalil, a Salesian priest from India who had been staying with the sisters since his church was attacked and burned last September, has been missing since the attack, Agenzia Fides reports. Sources close to CNA say the priest was abducted from the convent chapel.
In his address, Pope Francis pointed to the Parable of the Prodigal Son, which was recounted in the day’s Gospel from Luke. A better name for the parable could be that of “the merciful Father,” the Pope said, noting how the father in the passage is “a man always ready to forgive and who hopes against all hope.”
In tolerating the younger son’s decision to leave home when he could have easily opposed, the father is respecting his son’s freedom, as God does with us, Francis explained.
“God lets us be free, even to make mistakes, because in creating us he gave us the great gift of freedom,” he said.
However, the father continues to carry the younger son in his heart, “faithfully awaiting his return,” Francis said, explaining that the father has the same attitude of tenderness toward his older son.
He reminds the older son not only of how they have been together and what they have in common, but he also expresses the need for the older son to welcome his brother with joy.
Francis then pointed to a third, “hidden son” in the parable, describing him as the one who “did not deem equality with God something to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave.”
This “Servant-Son,” Jesus, is the extension of God’s hand and heart, the Pope said, explaining that he is the one who welcomed the prodigal son, prepared his “banquet of forgiveness” and taught us to be merciful like the father.
Turning to the image of the father in the parable, Pope Francis said that he reveals the heart of God, and shows us “the merciful Father who in Jesus loves us beyond all measure, always waiting for our conversion each time we err.”
Just like the father in the parable, God continues to consider us his children even when we are lost, the Pope said, explaining that even the most serious mistakes we make “don't scratch the fidelity of his love.”
The Sacrament of Confession, he said, is our opportunity to start again, and is the place where God welcomes us and “restores to us the dignity of his children.”
Pope Francis closed his address with an appeal to intensify their path of interior conversion throughout the rest of Lent.
“Let us allow ourselves to be reached by the gaze of our father, full of love, and return to him with our whole heart, rejecting any compromise with sin,” he said.
 After leading pilgrims in the traditional Marian prayer, Francis gave a shout out to the new pilot program “Humanitarian Corridors,” aimed at helping refugees.
An joint-ecumenical initiative of the Sant'Egidio Community, the Federation of Protestant Churches in Italy, the Italian government and the Waldensian and Methodist churches, the projects provides aid and safe passage to those fleeing war and violence.

The first 100 out of the 1,000 refugees who will come from camps in Lebanon, Morocco and Ethiopia, have already transferred to Italy. Among them are sick children, disabled persons, elderly and widows of war with children.
Sweet Potato

Good Afternoon Gentle

Well I just got thinking while I was writing to the blog, I have a name here Good Enough, my wonderful, gorgeous girl has a name, Cindy Lou, but my amazing baby well he does not have a name on my blog. Now don’t get me wrong he does have a name in the world, Cindy Lou picked it and I love it so much it made me cry when she suggested it but here in the electronic world of blogs well no name, so here it is…..

Introducing

Insert big drum roll here

Sweet Potato

My son…..

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough
Hunger Strike

Good Afternoon Gentle Readers

It has been awhile since I have written but I have been so busy as of late with a new baby and all that comes with that. Work is going just sort of as you would expect it, though I have been able to make some head way into the mess that I inherited from my predecessor. I am still looking for a better job but that is a slow process.

The other night I was driving to the store to pick up some sweet potatoes, that’s a story for another time by the way, anyway I had my radio on and I heard the song Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog. Now I have been worried, of course, about all the changes that are going on in my life, how will I be able to provide for my family, will I be a good father, a good husband or will I make a mess of it that will not only destroy my life but the lives of those I love the most. I am sure that these thoughts occur in the minds of every new parent, you are really responsible for a whole new life and everything you do will have an impact on that most precocious gift. Suddenly I found myself focused on one of the lines in the song, “But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s overfilled”.

It occurred to me that even though I don’t have all of the things I want to give my child, or all of the things I want to give Cindy Lou that I still have so much more than we will ever need, and in all fairness I have more than I could ever deserve.

My child will grow up in a world where he knows that he is loved by me, I will do all I can to teach him the things that will make him a good man, a just man, a fair man, a person who is not afraid to love and to be loved. I hope I can give him some of my values, and I hope he can avoid my weaknesses and my failings. I will try to show Cindy Lou how loved she is, and even though she does not know it all the time, how wonderful she really is.

As for me I will try to be good enough

Take Care and God Bless

Good Enough


Hunger Strike
Temple of the Dog
Songwriter Chris Cornell

I don't mind stealing bread
from the mouths of decadents
but I can't feed on the powerless
when my cup's already overfilled

But it's on the table
the fire is cooking
and they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
the blood is on the table
and their mouths are choking

But I'm going hungry, yeah

I don't mind stealing bread
from the mouths of decadents
but I can't feed on the powerless
when my cup's already overfilled

But it's on the table
the fire is cooking
and they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
the blood is on the table
and their mouths are choking

But I'm going hungry, yeah

But I'm going hungry, yeah

But I'm going hungry, yeah