Impact Skit

This is a pretty powerful skit! Take a look:

Humorous Mysteries and a Meditation

My dad says that there should be "humorous" mysteries for the Rosary. After reading yesterday's Gospel passage, I agree with him:

As they were gathering in Galilee, Jesus said to them, "The Son of Man is to be handed over to men, and they will kill him, and he will be raised on the third day." And they were overwhelmed with grief. When they came to Capernaum, the collectors of the temple tax approached Peter and said, "Doesn't your teacher pay the temple tax?""Yes," he said. ²² When he came into the house, before he had time to speak, Jesus asked him, "What is your opinion, Simon? From whom do the kings of the earth take tolls or census tax? From their subjects or from foreigners?"When he said, "From foreigners," Jesus said to him, "Then the subjects are exempt. But that we may not offend them, go to the sea, drop in a hook, and take the first fish that comes up. Open its mouth and you will find a coin worth twice the temple tax. Give that to them for me and for you." Matthew 17:22-27


Hah! Ok, well I thought it was funny...

On a more serious note, the meditation yesterday in the Magnificat was a very beautiful piece on Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament and I wanted to share that with you also:

Union with Christ's Passion

For many years now, O Lord, each day at five o'clock in the afternoon, I have been the client of your blessed cross. A disappointing client. The air which this sluggish character displaces when he moves would not be enough to turn the sails of a windmill. It doesn't matter. He likes to be here, he likes to feel totally dissolved and ignored here, to accept his part of silence and general immobility. Most of the time, nothing happens, at least nothing perceptible. He is happy when, after long repeated periods of watching, he feels deep within himself something as important as the falling of a grain of sand. But is it nothing just purely and simply to exist? Is it nothing just to coexist with that lamp, with that tiny particle of red light which at times diminishes and at other times abruptly flashes out, as it testifies to God over yonder in the sanctuary? Passion has become patience. It is you, O Lord, and it is the cross! Is it nothing to have for one instant espoused Eternity in the abdication of time, and to participate in the patience of God? Above me the sad stream of memories, images, and ideas continues its whirling iridescent course. I am somewhere else, below, a little lower down. I am substantially myself where the principal function is purely and simply to continue and to breathe. I look at nothing. I ask for nothing. I am here, and I wait. It is good to be here...
Oh Lord, I understand now that it is no slight thing, I don't mean carrying your cross, but simply accompanying it, measuring it with my eyes, at once attracted, astonished, and terrified. Now, up there where it has flown high, it beckons to me.

~Paul Claudel (1953) poet, playwright, diplomat, and member of the French Academy.

My friend Jesus

This is a great passage to meditate on:

Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two other disciples were together. "I'm going out to fish," Simon Peter told them, and they said, "We'll go with you." So they went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.

Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus.

He called out to them, "Friends, haven't you any fish?"
"No," they answered.

He said, "Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some." When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish.

Then the disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, "It is the Lord!" As soon as Simon Peter heard him say, "It is the Lord," he wrapped his outer garment around him (for he had taken it off) and jumped into the water. The other disciples followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish, for they were not far from shore, about a hundred yards. When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.

Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish you have just caught."

Simon Peter climbed aboard and dragged the net ashore. It was full of large fish, but even with so many the net was not torn. Jesus said to them, "Come and have breakfast." None of the disciples dared ask him, "Who are you?" They knew it was the Lord. Jesus came, took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead.
When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?"
"Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Feed my lambs."

Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?"
He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep."

The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?"
Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you."

Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go." Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, "Follow me!"

John 21: 2-19

I found it humorous when Peter decides to go fishing. So often after a deep encounter with Christ, we find ourselves scratching our heads and wondering what to do next—and here Peter is in that situation and he goes back to what he was doing before Christ---sounds familiar to what I have a tendency to do!

I love the image of Christ preparing breakfast for His disciples. When I prayed over this passage, I was struck with the very simple and very human relationship Christ had with the disciples. In my life I have struggled with seeing Christ as my friend. In my experiences I have seen Christ in more of a formal way, in more of a Godly way—which is good, because He was fully God and is deserving of that reverance… but so often I forget He was also fully human. He experienced a great desire to please those whom he loves- just as I do. We see here He was up very early in the morning to meet His disciples. I imagine He was so eager to suprise them and to spend time with those whom He loved… and He feels this very same way about all of us.

He greatly desires to be with us and to spend time with us ~ This makes me happy.