Showing posts with label vocation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vocation. Show all posts

Friday, February 10, 2012

Really!?!?

If you're going to get divorced, seriously folks - why get married? Society views marriage as a convenience, aka the push for gay marriage. But that's not what it is. Marriage is a way of life that is open to life, which by definition, gay marriage can never be because sperm-sperm or egg-egg will never beget life.

Marriage is a vocation requiring discernment. Am I called to be married? Am I called to be single? Am I called to be in a religious vocation? Here's the thing, we don't discern. We give into our desires and never once consider the question, "Am I called to enter into marriage?" or "In what way am I called to give of myself?" It takes discipline to ask that question and as a society we've lost that along with the leisure suit.

I've this ongoing conversation with Monkeyboy and Peachy about their vocations. "You need to pray for your vocation. What gifts have you been given and how are you to share them? You know maybe if you start praying for them now, you'll be ready to respond in the direction you are called."

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Celibacy is not for me

It occurs to me when I think how I relate to God that it's far more important how he relates to me. When I see how he relates to me, it just makes me go 'wow, you do think of just about everything don't you?'.
I get wistful at times that I'm married with kids when I tend to be a lousy mother and an even worse wife. I persistently think I would have made a much better celibate because of the perks that come with celibacy, the ability to make deep lasting relationships, the ability to concentrate or spend time developing thoughts, working, being deeply involved and committed. Then it finally dawned on me that I would have made a quite miserable celibate and not because of sex.

Okay, I'm latin and yes very passionate but once you have God, sex is ...well ... passe. It's good and I love my husband, but I also understand that exercising our marital rights is not the ultimate good, only God is. A heathen would never say such a thing but seriously once you have God, you don't want to go back, ever. God is really that good, better actually! If you haven't fostered a relationship with God, you should give it a try. God will leave you breathless.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Monkey Orders

When monkeyboy was baptized, I was less than enthused about the Catholic church and even more so disappointed by the clergy. We were struggling but decided to get him baptized anyway. Even though our pastors were committed holy men setting good examples, we didn't want much to do with the male dominated church and their antiquated practices. This was the attitude I held as we got Monkeyness baptized. That particular Sunday we had a visiting priest from Kenya assisting. We were quietly waiting for the baptism and as he gazed at monkeyboy, I recall him stabbing me in the heart as he asked "Perhaps he will one day be a  priest?"

I can't imagine what daggers I must have shot him. My thought process was "Oh, hell NO. Not MY son. My son will be a fast food worker, mechanic, doctor,  railroad engineer, bricklayer, tattoo parlor worker, etc, anything BUT a priest." We stood in silence and even though he didn't say anything else, I do know he prayed. Drat him and God bless him mightily.

These days I do bring up the idea of vocations and the priesthood with monkeyboy, not that I'm pushing him to be a priest, but I want him to do what God wants for him so I bring up all the possibilities. That's been my thought process, until today. 

He had a recital yesterday. As he was playing his viola, I asked Papa 'maybe we should get him back into piano lessons?'. Although, he has very beautiful and delicate hands, my concern is that he's not likely to have a romantic anything in his life. I feel it's my responsibility to give him options of hobbies and things to do to occupy his time and for stress relief. It's not that I can't see him with a girlfriend. It's that I see it not lasting. He's clueless. The chick will get frustrated with his clueless-ness. She won't be able to change or sway him and subtlety or nagging won't work because he can't change who he is. It'll be too much work; he'll get overwhelmed and check out or she will. I know my boy. I have friends that affirm their vocation every day. Is it possible monkeyboy affirms his vocation already at this early age?

He tipped the balance this morning and sealed his fate. I ask him to bring down his clothes for washing, which includes clean clothes, lego pieces (apparently darth vader's helmet needs washing), kite parts, shoes, clothes still on hangers, chocolate wrappers and anything else he happens to toss in the basket. This isn't the problem. He goes on to sort of sort the clothes, load the washer, empty the drier and bring up the dry clothes for folding.  He starts the drier 20 times claiming clothes are still wet. Yes he's lazy and doesn't want to do the work but it's still not the problem. This morning I traipse through the piles of sorted clothes to unload the drier and bring up clothes and swap clothes from washer to dryer when I discover the lone towel in the washer.

One towel. He washed one towel in the washer. There are piles of clothes and he washed one towel. That did it. He has evoked the wrath of Mama! Immediately I thought, "That's it. I am off the fence. I am praying fervently for a vocation to the priesthood for that boy." No amount of my threatening, rewarding, cajoling, promising beatings will change his laziness. No wife will put up with him and no child will get him to be self-less. He needs the church. He needs people to visit in hospitals, on deathbeds, in prison and administer the sacraments. He needs to be awoken at 2 in the morning to provide shelter for the homeless, or console a widow. He needs to be a spiritual father to a multitude of people. He needs to administer the sacraments because there isn't anyone who needs them more than he does. He needs Jesus Christ. This is a job for Jesus, plus that way he'll have someone to do his laundry for him.

In my vocation as mother I plan on giving St. Monica a run for her prayers. My pleas for his vocation are as desperate as hers were for her sons' conversion. Monkeyboy won't think of anyone else's needs until his love for Jesus compels him to do so. I plan on giving Jesus some fairly compelling arguments and making myself a total nuisance on the subject of Monkey Orders.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Discernment by 2x4

I'm back from retreat! We were discussing what we wanted to tell Jesus last night so I told the Peach pit how I longed for children who would clean my house. She said she longed to be an actress (dramatic hand gestures). Then she announces, 'Well we're both not getting what we want!'

Huh?!?!? Little girl, where did you come up with that! Just when I was starting to think, she's watching a little too much Disney channel, husband announces this morning, "Hmm, I'm pretty sure she got that from me. I use that line when they argue about their school work." 

It's his way of expressing a great philosophical truth. It doesn't matter what you want to do. It matters that you do what you've been called to do. That pretty much sums up my retreat experience. Thank you Jesus for your patience and the 2x4 wooden post you used to slap me.