Showing posts with label Bethlehem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bethlehem. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

FAMOUS FATHERS

      Today was Father's Day. My family and I spent time together for some delicious food and gifts. We had two fathers who were celebrating: Eddie, my son-in-law, and his stepdad Jim. Three birthdays were also celebrated: Alexandra, my granddaughter, Eddie and Jim. Some very appropriate gifts were chosen and received.  Wonderful food and fun times were enjoyed by all.
       Earlier, I was thinking about some famous fathers in the bible. At our Marana prayer group, we have been studying Genesis. Noah - the father of Shem, Ham, and Japheth - was building the ark for 120 years. All the time Noah's neighbors were ridiculing him. They had never seen rain so how could they need a boat? What was a boat anyway? Meanwhile Noah and God were trying their best to convince the neighbors to repent (kind of like John the Baptist). No repentance unfortunately.
      Abraham was father of Isaac and grandfather of Jacob. Several times Abe strayed from his journey, but finally kept his promises to God. Isaac had trust and confidence in God when he walked with his dad to Mount Moriah. He asked where the sacrifice was, knowing he was the sacrifice. Could you allow yourself to be tied up and placed on an altar to die? I don't think I could have let my dad tie me up, even though I loved him greatly. 
       Probably the most famous dad is Joseph, foster father of Jesus. Once the angel spoke to him, Joseph did not hesitate to become a model for all other fathers. God said take Mary for your wife, so he did. God said, go to Bethlehem - go to Egypt - come back. What patience and kindness he bestowed on all. I often picture him holding the stirrups of the Wise Men as they remounted their camels as I read in Poem of the Man God, by Maria Valtorta.  Joseph was a humble servant. May more fathers be that way.
      Cherish your father if he is still alive. Give him a huge hug and don't be afraid to say I love you. If your father is not alive, know he is safe in Heaven and deserving of all the love that is generated. Adopt a father if you can and bring him joy during the year. You also have a fantastic Father Who will never leave your side. Know He watches over you. Talk to Him personally. Accept the blessings when you hear an answer. I send gratitude to all priests in my life who have given me support, direction, and strength when I wandered far and needed to get back on track. You pastors are holy and pure in His Sight.
        I had most of this written when I received a text from my granddaughter Alexandra. (Yes, we text each other, me at 72 and her at 17.) She asked me to pray for her friend Jeremy's dad today on Father's Day because Jeremy had been in a coma for awhile after a horrible auto accident and, as she said, God claimed another angel. Only 17, he would have graduated next year with her. How vital to say I love you often. Several of my women friends have lost children and they cannot cope for many years. It will be difficult for my granddaughter and Jeremy's dad to find solace tonight. May they feel Jesus' hand holding theirs as I so often do.      
        
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, December 7, 2012

ADVENT SEASON IS UPON US


     The time before Christmas is called Advent which means a coming. We have to wait in lines to buy presents. Children have to wait to open them. Stores have to wait to see sales' profits.
     The word Christmas is taken from two words: Christ and mass. It refers to the mass that is held on Christmas Day. The Baby Jesus is put into the manger set that day. The Wise Men statues are still far off because they really didn't arrive until several months later.
     My reflection on Advent is called  "Journey to Bethlehem" from my book Small White Hearts. Here is what I envisioned: 

I see Mary and Joseph walking to Bethlehem.
Mary is riding sidesaddle and is feeling the jolts
Of the bumpy, rut-filled road, but she doesn’t complain. 
Her pregnancy may have delayed them in getting a room.

 Advent is a waiting period.

 Mary and Joseph waited for the birth.
They are far from home and family.
Certainly this is not what the young mother  
Expected for her First Born.

The shepherds heard songs and waited
To sing them to the new parents.
Their songs were not for the world
But for Mary and Joseph’s reassurance.

The animals waited patiently to give loving heat
With their breath to the Newborn
Including the tired donkey Mary rode on.

The Wise Men waited every day.
As they got closer to their destination,
They prayed that the expectancy in their hearts
Would be fulfilled upon seeing Him.