Inspired, Mrs. Don-o. I woke this morning with thoughts about this Holy Week and how far I am from my Lord.
I live with the fear of loss, fear of pain, fear of rejection, fear of abandonment that removes me from active participation in carrying the Cross to being merely one of the bystanders shedding tears as Christ passes.
Everyone does.
It’s that choice that comes down to the Will, trust and whatever little courage we are granted. I hope I don’t fail.
Our shepherds have been exercising a little courage. We have to pray that they become lions because another Obama term will have America resembling the bifurcated church in China. The PRC have started arresting the Mongolian bishops and priests and the Church there has had to go underground.
The left can move very fast. They have no restraints to bridle them.
There's a famous novelette -- "Song of the Scaffold" or something like that? ---- about the Carmelites who were martyred during the French Revolution, focusing on one of them who was really timid, quaking, fainting, not "suited" so to speak for martyrdom. But...
Weak-kneed. Yo. If and when the time comes: honest to God I don't know about myself. Martyrdom? Who am I kidding? A raised voice sends me weeping, nose running, red and bulbous. Heck, a mere cross look and I dissolve like a salted slug.
But...