I see dead people

What strikes me about todays reading is the post resurrection Peter, accuses the high priests with deliciously insolent vehemence. His strength obviously comes from Christ. This same Peter who denied Jesus, can't help but proclaim His power and divinity. I would've hated to be one of the chief priests who crucified Jesus being told now that this same Jesus you crucified, yeah well in His name this man was healed.... It must have felt like they were seeing dead people.

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Dance dance revolution

My coming home present from my trip abroad from my husband was DDR for the WII. The kids made up song lyrics to I'm a Barbie girl... (well they either made them up or heard it from I can't imagine where...this can only be Papa's influence... so I'm really worried about how the kids are going to come home from their trip back home after their long sojourn there.... more on that later...)


Back to the kids song lyrics:
   I''m a Barbie giiiiiiiirl
   in a Barbie woooooorld
   my butt is made of plaaaaaaastic
   it's fantaaaaaaastic

I can't even fathom...

We've been praying for a colleague who's son(11yrs old) has neuroblastoma. He went for surgery yesterday and it was intense, 12+ hrs in the OR. They removed lymph nodes in the childs neck, and a mass from the abdomen. His kidney was spared and they took biopsies as well. He's recovering as well as can be expected, but I can't even fathom what that little guy is going through. When you go through something like that I suppose you don't consider yourself brave. You just look at your next step, one step at a time. It reminds me of childbirth and labor. When you are in it, you have no choice. There is no you. There is only what must be done, and you ride it out allowing it to happen. There is no other way through except to endure and trust those around you. Truly, I have a great admiration for this childlike quality, and I can't help but think what a brave little man he is!

Holy Thursday Happy Feet!!

They asked me at church if I wouldn't mind getting my feet washed as one of the 12 representatives of the church community. It's a new church, 'cause we moved and we're new to the area (poor folks, I know) so they don't know my penchant for irreverent behavior. I'm so totally in love with Jesus, but irreverent as all get out, in case the blog title didn't give it away.

So here are my tootsies. Can't wait to see Father's grin when he peeks at my toes!!!

I am sure Jesus is highly amused! Highly!

...you are not sons but bastards.

Where do you think you'll find that precious line? It's in the Bible. I promise, Hebrews chapter 12.
Tee-hee-hee

Hebrews!!! And that's not even the raunchiest book in the Bible. See it's all in there folks. Read it. There's some good stuff in there. The writer is exhorting the faithful not to be downhearted when you are disciplined. It's actually a quite uplifting statement. If you don't know the discipline of sons then you aren't sons but spoiled rotten brats or what he said.

Unfortunately, that doesn't give me the license to unleash my foul tongue which now that I think about it, I probably need to curtail a bit more than I do...

Life is too short for crappy liturgy

Oh too short for crappy liturgy. I just found myself getting angrier and angrier sitting through mass, and I have to admit it wasn't all that bad. The bishop and the entire tribe of Levi were concelebrating and mass itself was divine. The distribution of Jesus in the eucharist should have been better handled. Seriously, the pope can manage distribution of Jesus at the old Yankee Stadium but the entire tribe of Levi in a Cathedral can't seem to distribute Jesus. I had no idea what was up with that.
When you're in a Bishop's Cathedral, you kind of expect decent liturgy and music. Maybe I just need to lower my standards when I walk into the diocese's cathedral.
The organ was either out of tune or the organist was hitting the wrong notes, either way, it was bad and way too loud. The female cantor, oh I can't say anything nice, well she could sing in public. I think the best thing that could have happened would have been if there had been no music.

It was gaudy, awful music. Loud organ playing offkey, shrill woman singing, okay and when you have the entire tribe of Levi present and accounted for(all the priests - for those who don't have a clue what the entire tribe of Levi references), there is no reason why Jesus in the Eucharist can't be distributed with a bit of efficiency. Oh, it was like standing in line for rice in communist China during a famine, good grief.

I found myself praying 'Just shut up and give me Jesus! Shut up, give me Jesus. Shut up!' I may need to revisit the sacrament of reconciliation but then again I'm pretty sure that Jesus dislikes crappy liturgy too.

Holy Week!!!

I should be excited, no? Eh, not so much. My husband's more excited about all the liturgical celebrations this week. Well excited might be too strong a term but he's making plans including Easter vigil, which has to be a first. Me, well, I'd give most anything not to be me at the moment, particularly a non-Christian. It happens, and what you are 'suppose' to do when it does happen is immerse yourself in prayer. Whether that actually happens for me remains to be seen, eh...

So enough about me, the kids took the trash out this morning and as I was pulling out of the drive to go to work what should be smack in the middle of the drive, but the trash.... MONKEYBOY!!!!!  To which he responds, 'It wasn't me. It was Peachy. I know better than to put the trash in the middle of the drive.'

Sadly, he's so right about that.

For all the arrogant men in the world, Lord please kick them in the ass. Lord hear our prayer.

What is it with me and arrogant men? Men, boys doesn't matter, honestly, I think I attract the male arrogant gender like flies to honey. My husband was once one, and no I wasn't in the remotest sense even attracted to him. I grew to love him in his arrogance and somewhere along the way his arrogance transformed into humility. It's been such a transformation that when he sees it in others HE is repulsed. Arrogance is repulsive. I have yet to meet a sexy arrogant man. What woman goes, 'Oh yeah, I want an arrogant man, that's my dream guy', yeah keep dreaming because that doesn't happen.
Jesus meek and humble was surrounded by the ladies. Why? Because he we admire. He doesn't take anything for himself. Indeed quite the opposite, he gives to the point of dying.

I wonder where monkey boy gets his competitive nature?

Having no spawn around in the house one would imagine I would have loads of time on my hands. Alas, not a chance. With the monkeyboy gone, I've taken this opportunity to play Lego Star Wars on the Wii. I have no opportunity otherwise cause he has Wii problems. My goal is to get further along in the game than monkeyboy. Since I have to teach tonight and they come home tomorrow, it might be a late night or I might call in sick. Perhaps I have Wii problems...nah

Stateside!!!

I was meditating this morning on possibly one of the saddest New Testament passages which is found during Jesus' betrayal and arrest in Mt 25:56:
"Then all the disciples left him and fled."

I thought how sad for Jesus and I thought how many times I've left him too and fled and then instead of the expected despair at that thought, I thought of all the people who wished me well, who didn't skip a beat to welcome me home, the instant messages from overseas as soon as my plane touched down to welcome me home, the presents waiting for me as I walked in the empty house and so much more.

I can't help but think, how great is our God? Despite how many times we leave him, he will always repay it with good, always.

Beautiful Lady

I found the most beautiful lady in the world in the Chapel of the Miraculous Medal.

She is just stunning and the symbol of everything right and good about femininity. What other culture, what other religion beside Christianity and primarily Catholicism, consistently elevates woman to such a high honor and places her virginity, femininity, motherhood and sanctity on a pedestal?

So many people think the opposite and want to make woman man, that somehow by giving man's tasks to woman would elevate and frees her but in reality, it turns woman's gaze away from her God given honor. The Catholic church rightly elevates woman's place and places as our guide and model for motherhood and femininity on a pedestal. The virgin Mary wasn't weak. She stood by her son as he was beaten and tortured with a backbone of steel and cleaned the filth off of his dead body. She knew poverty, and she is a woman who makes the very gates of hell tremble.
So never be afraid to approach our Lady because no one is ever too filthy for her to clean off for her son and if you let her, you'll lover her with the heart of a child.

Paris and up until 2 am???

Wasup with that????

We must be on holiday. We stopped at Sacre Cour Basilica for 10 pm mass (it's 1st Friday, give me a break) with 6 priests, 2 deacons, 4 altar servers (~12 yrs old) and loads of nuns and laity (loads). What struck us both was the silence, given the HUGE amount of tourists, the silence and the whopping huge monstrance, took us by surprise.