Here is an article shared with my by one of the individuals who I was blessed to travel to Israel with in the summer of 2009. It's a bit long, so set aside a short amount of time to read the whole thing. You'll be glad you did.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
It's not a Sprint, It's a Marathon
This title for a blog post has been on my mind for quite some time. For over three months even. I've stared a specific e-mail to reference in my gmail inbox for the time that I finally get around to writing this post. Not that I have ever ran a marathon, nor do I know that I ever will, but the concept seems fitting.
Monday evening after numerous graduations, there are still several days of school left in this district. Many of my close friends have finished for the semester and are moving on to their summer plans, after some rest and relaxation with family at home for a week or so. Up until this semester, I was living a similar schedule, often thinking, if only I can make it to the end of the semester. I a-liken the idea of a semester to a sprint - a short, fast paced dash from starting line to finish line. In retrospect, I view several of my past semesters and years of high school as a short, fast paced dash of trying to jam academia, social events, and short journeys into a small time frame.
Now for myself, I admit to being a mid-distance runner in track season. I loved to hate the 400 meter dash and hated to love it. The first time I attended a track meet this spring, I still got that same nerve racking feeling of getting in my blocks ready for the gun to signal the start of a often semi-painful 67 second run around the track. Even describing it to you brings back the butterflies of sorts. By pointing this out, my semesters were more of a mid-distance pace than a 200 or 100 meter, and I did not try the hurdles for the 300.
I enjoy a long slow distance (LSD) run from time to time. In volleyball practice, we would often get in about fifteen minutes of LSD the day after a game to work out some of our bruises. But life, life is much much more than and 67 sec 400 or a 15 minutes of LSD. As a matter of fact, it's more than a marathon. And most of us are only beginning. Here is a prayer for your journey - for your race.
"Lord, reveal to me the awesome mystery of your person. In you is hidden my beginning; in you is hidden the mission for my life; in you is hidden my future happiness. Let me not measure the future by what I think I can do for you, but rather by what your power can do with my generosity. May this prayer convince me of the necessity of welcoming you daily through prayer, contemplation, and a sacramental life of grace and conversion."
~ Regnum Christi
We are called to persevere as followers of Christ, embracing our cross not for a sprint, or even for a marathon. We are called to persevere throughout all of our lives. If I have learned anything in my first semester in the real world, it is that there is a long way to go. I'm grateful for the grace that has carried me this far, and pray for the grace to continue to guide me on the journey. God guide you on your journey. In Christ, through our Blessed Mother.
Monday evening after numerous graduations, there are still several days of school left in this district. Many of my close friends have finished for the semester and are moving on to their summer plans, after some rest and relaxation with family at home for a week or so. Up until this semester, I was living a similar schedule, often thinking, if only I can make it to the end of the semester. I a-liken the idea of a semester to a sprint - a short, fast paced dash from starting line to finish line. In retrospect, I view several of my past semesters and years of high school as a short, fast paced dash of trying to jam academia, social events, and short journeys into a small time frame.
Now for myself, I admit to being a mid-distance runner in track season. I loved to hate the 400 meter dash and hated to love it. The first time I attended a track meet this spring, I still got that same nerve racking feeling of getting in my blocks ready for the gun to signal the start of a often semi-painful 67 second run around the track. Even describing it to you brings back the butterflies of sorts. By pointing this out, my semesters were more of a mid-distance pace than a 200 or 100 meter, and I did not try the hurdles for the 300.
I enjoy a long slow distance (LSD) run from time to time. In volleyball practice, we would often get in about fifteen minutes of LSD the day after a game to work out some of our bruises. But life, life is much much more than and 67 sec 400 or a 15 minutes of LSD. As a matter of fact, it's more than a marathon. And most of us are only beginning. Here is a prayer for your journey - for your race.
"Lord, reveal to me the awesome mystery of your person. In you is hidden my beginning; in you is hidden the mission for my life; in you is hidden my future happiness. Let me not measure the future by what I think I can do for you, but rather by what your power can do with my generosity. May this prayer convince me of the necessity of welcoming you daily through prayer, contemplation, and a sacramental life of grace and conversion."
~ Regnum Christi
We are called to persevere as followers of Christ, embracing our cross not for a sprint, or even for a marathon. We are called to persevere throughout all of our lives. If I have learned anything in my first semester in the real world, it is that there is a long way to go. I'm grateful for the grace that has carried me this far, and pray for the grace to continue to guide me on the journey. God guide you on your journey. In Christ, through our Blessed Mother.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Catholic.
More and more, I find myself wanting to know more about the "branches" of Catholicism who are in union with the Pope. Here is one blog that touches on the subject, and one I found helpful.
There is a phrase in this blog, or rather a piece of the chart that makes me think of the song, "Constantinople" that many of us are used to dancing to at Catholic events. See if you think of it to (well, now that I've mentioned it, how could you not?)
God Bless! Aww-spiration.
There is a phrase in this blog, or rather a piece of the chart that makes me think of the song, "Constantinople" that many of us are used to dancing to at Catholic events. See if you think of it to (well, now that I've mentioned it, how could you not?)
God Bless! Aww-spiration.
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