a collection of thoughts from the week
But I suspect October will even better!!
I think my personal favourite was the post from Anne at Imprisoned in my Bones‘ post, How I Fell in Love with the Sacred Heart. She has a beautiful story – with a special gift from the Heart of Our Lord too!! If you haven’t read it yet, make sure you do! (I also wanted to mention Joseph’s fantastic post, Your Sacred Heart within me beating, but since he is such a good friend, that feels a bit too nepotistic! Still, make sure you read it too! Just don’t tell anyone I said so…)
But all my thanks to everyone who participated, whether through reading or writing or praying. It was a privilege to see your love for the Sacred Heart of Jesus who loves you more than any of us can ever dream or imagine. I’m already excited about next month!
May the Sacred Heart beat with love in every heart in the world!
On Saturday, at the Holy Father’s urging, we prayed and fasted for Syria. Please God this bears fruits because only a divine peace from God Almighty can rescue Syria. It is the only thing that can ever save us. But until we are faced with the sort of hate, violence and divisions we see in Syria, it’s easy to forget that.
Pope Francis had this to say:
We bring about the rebirth of Cain in every act of violence and in every war. All of us! And even today we continue this history of conflict between brothers, even today we raise our hands against our brother. Even today, we let ourselves be guided by idols, by selfishness, by our own interests, and this attitude persists. We have perfected our weapons, our conscience has fallen asleep, and we have sharpened our ideas to justify ourselves. As if it were normal, we continue to sow destruction, pain, death! Violence and war lead only to death, they speak of death! Violence and war are the language of death!
How I wish that all men and women of good will would look to the Cross if only for a moment! There, we can see God’s reply: violence is not answered with violence, death is not answered with the language of death. In the silence of the Cross, the uproar of weapons ceases and the language of reconciliation, forgiveness, dialogue, and peace is spoken.
Saturday was also our federal election here in Australia! The result was hardly a surprise. After six years in government, Labor was soundly defeated by the conservative Liberal Party led by Tony Abbott. He is a Catholic, a monarchist and what’s more, a former seminarian. By all rights, I should love this guy.
Unfortunately, he campaigned on two things I am adamantly opposed to: “scrapping the Carbon Tax” and “stopping the boats”. Because God forbid we should impose financial incentives to tackle climate change or be more generous in our currently minuscule refugee intake (or you know, honour our obligations under International Law). Certainly not when we have an economy most of the OECD would give their firstborn children for…
This election, however, taught me that to be a Christian is to be deeply uncomfortable with most if not all political parties. That’s what happens when you want to protect the life and dignity of the unborn and refugees, or when you care about conserving traditional ecological environments and conserving traditional marriage and family life. (I know, crazy!)
More importantly though, I pray that they will govern according to the will of God, for good of all, and “that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.” (1 Tim 2:2)
Lastly (but certainly not leastly), Sunday today is the nativity of Our Lady, so Happy Birthday Mother!!!
She’s kind of awesome, you know?