Baby Powers

Baby Powers

Apparently I have baby powers. At least, that's what my girlfriend's sister says. Her second daughter is about six months old now, and from the time she was born, I've been her "buddy." I'm told that putting a crying-poopy-diapered baby to sleep in ten minutes is a huge accomplishment and I'm actually pretty proud of it. I mean, I'm not putting it on a résumé but I'll write a blog post about it. I don't know why I can put Jasmine to sleep so easily. I do know that when I first held her at four days old, she recognized my voice and was perfectly calm. If I had to analyze what's going on in her little babymind, I'd say she trusts me. One of my favorite saints is Thérèse of Lisieux, who once said that she prayed "simply by resting in Him." Our relationship with God should be like that. When I put Jasmine to sleep and watch her eyes droop shut, it reminds me to be at peace and rest in God. Prayer doesn't have to be litanies and liturgies, though they do have their place. Prayer doesn't have to be complicated. Prayer doesn't have to be difficult. Prayer can be as simple as resting happily in the arms of our God, trusting in him and just being with him. Come to think of it, that's the best kind of prayer there is.   If you enjoyed this post and would like to see more, sign up at the top right of this page and get free updates whenever I publish a new one!  Thanks for reading!...
I Am Adopted

I Am Adopted

My family is a little nuts about genealogy. One of my cousins dove into the records and apparently my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was William the Conqueror. (That's 25 greats, if you were counting.) Before ol' Bill in the line is Charlemagne at some point, and after him comes guys like King John of England (the dude that signed the Magna Carta). So, theoretically, I have royal blood in my veins. Kinda nifty, even though I have no plans of ever ascending the throne over in London. Adoption Let's shift focus a bit. If you know anyone who has both biological children and adopted children, you know this to be true: they love their adopted child just as much as they love their biological child. Now here's the interesting bit: I am adopted I am adopted. I can hear the protestations now: "but you look so much Iike your dad!" Yup. I'm adopted. So are you. See, when Christ died on the cross, God adopted us as His sons and daughters. "Ohh that," you're probably thinking to yourself. And you're right. We hear that all the time. All. The. Time. It gets a little stale after a while and we forget to think about the significance of it. How often do you stop and think of what that actually means? If a parent loves an adopted child just as much as a biological child, then God loves you just as much as He loves His Son. God loves you just as much as He loves His Son. The Father loves you with the same intensity, the same love with which He loves...
Mother Teresa: She’s Not What You Think

Mother Teresa: She’s Not What You Think

A teacher in a school near me has a poster on the wall. It has a picture of Mother Theresa and then a picture of a woman giving a kid a pile of what appears to be firewood. “Lend a hand!” the poster says. “Generosity. Sharing. Cooperation. Helpfulness.”  And then, in small print: “Mother Teresa devoted her life to helping others.” I saw that and didn’t think anything of it until later, when it hit me: it’s not really true. Mother Teresa did not devote her life to helping others. There. I said it.  Now before you start throwing rocks at my head, let me explain. Mother Teresa did not devote her life to helping others for the sake of helping others.  She was not a philanthropist or a do-gooder.  It wasn’t that she liked helping the poor people or the sick or anything like that. Mother Teresa didn’t devote her life to helping others.  Mother Teresa devoted her life to Jesus. There is a story of a man who spent some time with the Sisters of Charity.  Once, while bathing an old man covered with sores and filth, he saw the man’s face transformed for a split second into the face of Christ.  Mother Teresa noticed his reaction and said simply, “You saw Him too?” Once, she said, “By blood, I am Albanian. By citizenship, an Indian. By faith, I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the Heart of Jesus.” "As to my heart, I belong entirely to the Heart of Jesus." Now...
How to Be a Saint

How to Be a Saint

We all want to be saints. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. If you want to get started on being a saint, here are three things you’ve got to do.

How to Read the Bible and Get Something Out of It

How to Read the Bible and Get Something Out of It

How do you read the Bible?

Bible roulette? Where you just close your eyes, flop open the book and start reading? Or maybe you follow the readings of the day and skim through to kinda refresh your memory. Or maybe you don’t read the Bible at all (tsk tsk). After all, it is a rather old bit of bound wood pulp and it can be tough to get anything out of reading it.