Thursday, September 10, 2015

A Little Girl's Love For the Most Blessed Sacrament

"You come to me and unite Yourself intimately to me under the form of nourishment. Your Blood now runs in mine, Your Soul, Incarnate God, compenetrates mine, giving courage and support. What miracles! Who would have ever imagined such!"
—St. Maximilian Kolbe

Of her First Communion, in which St. Therese received Love Himself personally for the first time, she writes, "It was a kiss of love, I felt myself loved, and I replied, ‘I love You and I give myself to You forever." In her little notebook Therese wrote down all the days on which she received Jesus in Holy Communion. Her second meeting with Jesus was equally as intimate. Of this wedding Therese recalled the words of St. Paul, "It is no longer I who life, but Christ who lives in me" (Gal. 2:20).

This past Sunday, we opted to sit right up front for Sunday Mass. Our pastor always jokes about how Catholics always sit in their same spots week after week, claiming certain seats as our own, and oftentimes that's true for my family. We do tend to favor the left side, a few rows from the back. Ah, the comfort of routine! But with one of my sons serving as an altar boy, I thought it might be nice to sit directly in back of him in row two.  It really does limit distractions during Mass, and I find that things that shouldn't irk me that do irk me...well, they don't irk me, because I simply don't see them! Does that make sense? (Well, if you had to go back and read that sentence a second time, don't fret. I do it all of the time in my advancing age)!

Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised by one little distraction, I have to say. It was a good distraction, actually, because it was so sweet and endearing. A little girl in a purple dress came down the aisle with her father after almost everyone had received Holy Communion and gone back to their seats. I recognized her as having had come down the aisle some moments earlier, so I was puzzled why she was returning. She had such a sad look on her tiny face that I wondered also what was wrong. The Extraordinary Eucharistic Minister leaned down and had a few words with her and her father, and then offered her the Host, Which she reverently received. He then patted her on the head and she turned around to walk back up the aisle, her tear-stained face showing a sign of relief.  In that instant, I knew exactly what had happened. She wasn't offered the Host the first time around. Being very petite for her age, it was probably assumed that she had not made her First Holy Communion yet, and she was too shy (and possibly surprised) to say anything at first. I realized that when they got back to the pew, she had probably started to cry, the sheer sadness of missing out on the Eucharist affecting her immensely.

My heart was touched, and I gave her a warm smile in the hopes of cheering her up, and also so she wouldn't feel bad or embarrassed about going back.

It made me think about how we can sometimes take the Eucharist for granted. Thanks be to God I do not,  but there were times in my past that I certainly did, I am sorry to say, before I knew how special and beautiful and life-giving it is to receive the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Our Lord. Now I would't miss it for the world! How many people miss Holy Mass because they're too tired on Sunday morning, they don't like crowds, it's raining, they have other things to do...the list goes on and on. This little girl, however, felt the pain of missing out on the Eucharist and God bless her, she went back to receive Jesus! Can you just picture Jesus smiling lovingly at his beloved child as she made her way back down the aisle?

If you've been away from the Eucharist, know how much He longs to be reunited with you in this way. Make a sacramental confession and be truly united with Him once again. Like the little girl, picture Him smiling lovingly at YOU as you make your way back down the aisle.

"I love so much a soul's desire to receive Me, that I hasten to it each time it summons me by its yearnings."

—Words of Jesus to St. Margaret Mary Alacoque

Saturday, May 30, 2015

A Hiatus, I Guess You Could Say

To think I haven't blogged on here since the snow was flying...where has the time gone? When you're the mom of a graduating senior, it sweeps you up at mach speed, which is the speed of sound! So this explains my absence here. I'll be back once things calm down a bit. Until then...blessings to you and yours!

Thursday, March 5, 2015

A Funny Dream I Had Last Night!

Boy oh boy does God have a sense of humor!

Last night I was dreaming of flying in an airplane when we hit some really rough weather. The plane started shaking and it was obvious to me that we were going down. The plane started to nosedive. Incredibly, I was filled with PEACE about it, knowing my time had come and it was the Lord's will. I started to say the Divine Mercy Chaplet prayers. Suddenly, out of the blue in the chaos, Father Robert Barron came up next to me and said in that nice, calming voice of his, "Nancy, this is wonderful that you're praying the Chaplet, but would you mind waiting a few minutes? It's only 2:54."

Then I woke up!

Father Barron:  A stickler for timing

Saturday, January 31, 2015

St. John Bosco; feast day January 31

Enjoy the short video about the life of St. John Bosco, patron of youth and students. Today is his feast day. He plays a large role in my novel The Gate, as Pie teaches Josh all about how this saint has influenced his own life, as well as so many others in the Salesian tradition. 

"It's not enough to love the children, it is necessary that they are aware that they are loved." ~St. John Bosco

St. John Bosco, pray for us!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

"Catholics of the Year"

Now that 2014 is coming quickly to a close, we start to see "____ of the Year" awards everywhere. Every publication, it seems, has its own award for people who made a difference in the past calendar year. TIME magazine has its Person of the Year, as well as its Most Influential People awards. There's a Year in Photos, Novel of the Year, Games of the Year, and in an example of how low our society has sunk: a "Booty of the Year" award. I always thought these inane awards were a perfect fit for tabloids and newsstand magazines at the airport, but imagine my disappointment when a Catholic newspaper came out with their own version. Not to be outdone by the mainstream media, it too has an award at year's end: the "Catholics of the Year" award.

My heart sank when I saw the headline. Not us, too? Ugh.

I quickly flipped to the pages to see who the Catholics of the Year are, according to the newspaper's editorial staff. They are wonderful people, to be sure.

Inspirational? You bet.

Tireless workers for the Faith? Most certainly.

But I think we get into trouble with awards like this. I mean, who decides who should have such an "honor" bestowed on them? Should there even be such an honor? And why? And how on Earth can someone decide who is the "best" Catholic of 2014?  It's distasteful.

And what does "Catholic of the Year" even mean?

Because truly? I can think of several people who are, in my mind, Christlike, generous, humble people...and they'll never get a half-page spread in a newspaper, even though they are Catholics doing awesome things:

The sole priest in a small, financially strapped parish who selflessly serves his flock, even though he isn't feeling well. And he does it quietly and humbly and tries to stifle any yawn. I've met him on one of those days and he simply smiled without complaint.

The senior citizen  prayer warrior who prays every day in front of the Tabernacle for friends who ask her to, even though she has aches and pains and family troubles of her own. She signs her emails, "In His service." She asks "What can I do for you?' when you call her on the phone...and she means it. She saw a homeless family in our town while driving in her car one day and found the mother a job at a hair salon and a motel to sleep in.  Last time I checked: no award for her.

The publisher (a friend of mine: you know who you are!) who tirelessly works to evangelize Catholics on a small publisher's budget, just to get good Catholic books in the hands of the faithful. She gives books away and prays for everyone. Award for this? Nope.

The friend I've known since high school who writes encouraging letters to her pastor who suddenly lost his mother a couple of weeks before Christmas. Her family makes him food and is a listening ear and a huge support for him.

The mom and daughter who spent Christmas Day serving the homeless at a soup kitchen instead of at home in front of a warm fire with extended family.

The man who helped an elderly neighbor by spreading salt on her driveway so she wouldn't fall.

The busy seminarian who offered to pray rosaries for someone he's never met, simply because she said she is going through a hard time.

The newly ordained priest who wrote to a friend half a world away to wish her and her family a Merry Christmas, even though he was swamped with his new pastor duties in an impoverished parish, because he didn't want her to think he forgot them at Christmas.

The divorced father who did without for himself so he could give his children presents under the tree and dress-up clothes to wear to Christmas Eve Mass.

I could go on and on with stories. So could you. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that you know people like this...or you are people like this. And you'd probably think that an award for that would be the strangest thing ever.

The people I named above are quietly doing what they do because they love Christ. Humbly, quietly, without splash, without medals, without space in a newspaper telling the world.  Are the winners of these awards doing this as well? I'm sure they are.  After all, they didn't nominate themselves for these awards; someone else did. In fact, some of them might even be downright embarrassed at the attention. It most likely goes against the very things they stand for!

Yet, they are the "Catholics of the Year." Why are we ranking Catholics, anyway?  And out of the gazillion Catholics worldwide, why and how would we even try? Because that's essentially what an award like this is: by saying they are "of the year" they are saying that they outshine, outdo, out-Catholic all other Catholics.

This is weird.

For  the secular media, it makes sense. You'd expect that from People magazine or your local daily. But Christians are called to a higher standard than this. And Catholic Christians, since we alone posses the Eucharist, are especially called.

Those in the Catholic media MUST be above what the secular media does. They HAVE to, because as Catholics they represent the Church. Anything less, anything secular like TIME magazine, is wrong.

God doesn't pass out awards to those who make the biggest splash. The Catholic media shouldn't, either.

Because we're all equal in God's eyes, I'm begging the Catholic media to stop "ranking" Catholics.

Have a blessed New Year.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas!

A very merry Christmas to you and your families. I am thankful for all of my readers and wish you many blessings in the new year!

"How to find Christmas peace in a world of unrest? You cannot find peace on the outside but you can find peace on the inside, by letting God do to your soul what Mary let Him do to her body, namely, let Christ be formed in you. As she cooked meals in her Nazarene home, as she nursed her aged cousin, as she drew water at the well, as she prepared the meals of the village carpenter, as she knitted the seamless garment, as she kneaded the dough and swept the floor, she was conscious that Christ was in her; that she was a living Ciborium, a monstrance of the Divine Eucharist, a Gate of Heaven through which a Creator would peer upon creation, a Tower of Ivory up whose chaste body He was to climb "to kiss upon her lips a mystical rose."

As He was physically formed in her, so He wills to be spiritually formed in you. If you knew He was seeing through your eyes, you would see in every fellow man a child of God. If you knew that He worked through your hands, they would bless all the day through. If you knew He spoke through your lips, then your speech, like Peter's, would betray that you had been with the Galilean. If you knew that He wants to use your mind, your will, your fingers, and your heart, how different you would be..."

—How to Find Christmas Peace
   Ven. Fulton J. Sheen

Sunday, November 30, 2014

A Prayer for the First Sunday of Advent

Dear God, help us to remain hopeful and to trust in you no matter the trials and troubles life brings.  This first week of Advent, help us to remember that we are Your people and that You are our God.  Help us get our priorities straight and put the most important things first—loving God and loving our neighbor.

Holy Spirit, guide the choices we make throughout this week so that we choose to do what honors our Creator and what shows our love of others.

Father in Heaven, we offer thanks to You for the many gifts and talents You have given to all the people on the earth, to our family and friends, to the neighbors we know and the neighbors we have yet to befriend.

Come, Lord Jesus.  Come into our hearts, so that when the time comes, we will be prepared to join You in everlasting joy.


From The Michigan Catholic

Saturday, November 29, 2014

A Christmas Mother-Daughter Special from Bezalel Books!

You know how much respect and admiration I have for Cheryl Dickow, author and publisher over at Bezalel Books. I've blogged about her passion for providing Catholic books for adults and children (see this link). I'm excited to announce that Bezalel Books has published a new YA novel, Erin's Ring, just in time for Christmas! Talented Catholic author Laura Pearl (who wrote Finding Grace), has a winner in this lovely story that weaves the past and the present:

What story might this ring tell, if only it could talk?

When thirteen-year-old Molly McCormick, who has recently moved from the Midwest to Dover, New Hampshire, finds an old Irish Claddagh ring poking up out of the dirt in a garden outside her local parish church, she is immediately intrigued. The ring’s inscription, “To Erin—Love, Michael,” fills her head with romantic possibilities. She teams up with her new friend, Theresa Grant, to uncover the story behind the lost ring. With the help of the head librarian at the public library, the two girls become immersed in the rich history of the Irish immigrants who came to Dover in droves during the 19th century, to escape famine and poverty in their homeland and make better lives for their children and grandchildren.

Molly and Theresa learn about the courage, tenacity, and deep faith that were the hallmarks of these Irish immigrants—people with names like Ann and Seamus, Cara and Finn, and of course, Erin and Michael. The young girls eagerly delve into old records tucked away in the dark corners of the library and learn how instrumental Dover’s Irish-Catholics were in getting the first Catholic church built in their small New England town.

Molly and Theresa set out to discover the origins of the mysterious ring, but they unearth a story that is far stranger and infinitely more touching than anything they could have ever imagined.

Bezalel Books is offering a Christmas Mother-Daughter special for a limited time only: Elizabeth: A Holy Land Pilgrimage for Mom, and Erin's Ring for your daughter, both for only $17.99, and this includes FREE shipping!  To order, click here.  It would make a wonderful gift set!

Friday, November 14, 2014


I was pleased as punch to see this darling photo of Catholic blogger Jessica's 11-year-old daughter with Olivia's Gift in her hands. Her daddy asked her to gather up her siblings' bikes one afternoon and she didn't want to stop reading. According to Jessica, it only took "Twinkle Toes" two days to read Olivia's Gift. Jessica blogs about being a Catholic homeschooling mom on her wonderful blog, and her review of Olivia's Gift can be found here at

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