I just finished praying my last Rosary of the year; In all, it has been at least 365, one for each day. I had never done that. I don't feel any different, except that I know I will keep on praying daily: I would miss it too much. I do feel guilty because this site was supposed to accompany me in this journey. It was meant to be a place where I could document my thoughts and micro-epiphanies. I hope to visit more often next year. Happy New Year, and may you recognize God's blessings in your life.
As I sit here, there are birds singing outside, a nice sunshine coming through the window, greenery on my yard. I am waiting for my son and my daughter to wake up so that I can start cooking the pancakes I have planned. It is an otherwise quiet neighborhood. I feel sheltered. Blessed. Undeserving. I feel like I should be doing more. I tell myself, being a father of three, providing a home, being a family, that is my contribution. But still.
So it has officially been half a year already of praying the rosary daily. Sure, I may miss a day here or there, usually on weekends, but the next day I pray both the mysteries assigned for the current day and the day I missed. It has given me a hope that I find unsettling. Unsettling because events have been going my way, the toast has been landing butter-side up. For example, I was fired from a job that I thought was secure, only to immediately be hired for a considerably higher salary...
I don't want to jinx it but I started praying the Rosary daily this year. Usually as I make my way through traffic. I must look strange to the other drivers, rapidly moving my lips with a 1000-mile stare. In reality, when we pray, we are just... thinking, but it is sometimes a chore, tiring. Maintaining that focus. I find myself questioning whether I said that last Hail Mary correctly and I go back and re-pray it. It feels like sewing, missing a stitch, and going back to reinforce.
So here's an idea I want to put down before I forget I ever had it:
It began with a brunch. There were 3 couples in attendance, and a whole lot of alcohol had been served and consumed. I won't describe the bunny trials our conversation followed, but everyone on the table declared themselves Catholic. It was a huge surprise to me, since not everyone was religious, most of us are divorced, with one on his 4th marriage. Specially the person on his 4th marriage impacted me. (cont)
His first 3 marriages had lasted less than 2 years with one lasting months. His current marriage has now lasted over 15 years. Coupled with the idea that the Church dispenses annulments liberally (I consider it liberally), I began to think that marriage is a hard-to-reach ideal. Not every couple who has had a wedding is married, likewise, not every couple who hasn't had one by the church isn't. Marriage predates the church, and can be seen across cultures.
I think that is why annulments are in a sense easy to get. It is rare for a wedding to lead to a real marriage. When the church says that it doesn't believe in divorce, the cause and effect are backwards, by its nature, a marriage is insoluble.
The same applies to priests. When people say "let them marry" well, they wouldn't be priests. The idea of a man so devoted to obeying a higher ideal to the exclusion of worldly ties predates the church. The mystic has always existed.
A unchaste priest, just like a rich priest, or like a priest that has no authority which they recognize, is not a priest. The vows are not sacrifices, rather, they are descriptors, the essence of what a priest is, a mystic. There ARE people out there that, rather than forsaking lust, simply don't prioritize it because they have other matters much more important to worry about.
Going back to marriage: If you are married, but fall in love with someone else, were you really married at all?
You're not alone. I haven't taken Communion for a while for reasons. Yet I attend. It's good for me, instills the habit of prayer .. and after three years and change of being Catholic it doesn't feel right if I don't go.
I've had two awkward moments: both times young men I know have helpfully tapped me on the shoulder to remind me everyone else in the pew is up and on their way.
2/2 So that some are lit and others are not. I see myself in mass looking to the side and seeing myself attending at another time. All masses being one same mass. Interconnected. The more one misses, the more... gaps... are on the tapestry. It weakens it. Makes it uncertain, perilous.
I don't subscribe to the idea that sins are sins by nature, but rather by their resulting effect on the sinner. I try to find coherence to the church's teachings and dogmas.
(1/2) It had been bothering me: How is it that simply missing mass is a MORTAL sin? It seems a bit convenient, doesn't it? That the organization that depends financially on our attendance makes our attendance mandatory in the highest order... So, I've been meditating. I haven't figured it out 100% yet, but, there, in back of my mind, I think it has to do with time. How it isn't linear from a divine point of view. More like a tapestry upon which numerous heptagons are stitched, each a week.
I know I should, but I don't, go confess. I need to sit with a priest and hash out a plan to take holy communion despite my circumstances. Otherwise, I don't even attend mass. I know, intellectually, that there is a point to attending even without communion, but I just can't get myself to do it. The humiliation of staying in my seat while people shuffle past me to take the Eucharist. That awkward moment is dread.
On my drive to work this morning, while praying the Sorrowful Mysteries, it occurred to me that they, too are a progression.
I. In the garden, Jesus has mental anguish. His suffering, in part, is existential, in expectation of what is to come, and in sadness for all of us, our sins, our trials, our failures, our pains.
II. In the pillar, the suffering becomes physical. His body, lashed, bleeding, bruised, rendered.
III. He is mocked. There even are racist undertones to being called King of the Jews. The suffering of being dehumanized, of standing before our brothers and being rejected regardless of our well-intentions. The pain of not being able to connect at a human level; Of having those with power over us, abuse it; Of being trapped in an unjust power structure that robs people of their freedom, respect, and dignity.
IV. The pain of utter isolation. Walking to his death, though surrounded by a sea of humanity, he is alone. Yes there were respites on His way, but that is why they, even after 2,000 years, are those mercies commemorated.
V. Death. With death, He completes the full spectrum of human suffering.
Saw this quoted on birdsite and it hit home for me... I need to focus more on doing vs. planning:
"The devil frequently fills our thoughts with great schemes, so that instead of putting our hands to what work we can do to serve our Lord, we may rest satisfied with wishing to perform impossibilities."
St. Teresa of Avila
One of the local churches celebrates the Latin mass every Friday. I highly recommend the experience. It brings back a sheer sense of sacredness. Specially the high mass where the entire rites are sung. The priest faces away from the congregation, keeping the focus strictly where it should be. I don't go, unless I am freshly confessed and know I can take communion. I feel unworthy any other way.
Today I was thinking about the second luminous mystery in relation to the question: why do we pray? It has been explained that Mary changed the course of God's plan by requesting Jesus perform the miracle (water to wine at the wedding). So, are we attempting the same through our requests? Or are we trying to prepare ourselves to accept God's will through our prayers? I really don't know the answer. Prayer changes us, but does it change the course of natural events?
Or another way of looking at the third mysteries: How the divine seems through worldly eyes.
Just as the crown of heaven is turned to thorns and mockery on earth, so is the highest king born under the most humble of circumstances.
The perfectly just society of the kingdom is as twisted as that crown of thorns in this world full of suffering and abuses.
Lastly, the coming of the Holy Spirit first is cause for alarm, a violent wind. But just as that wind, the mysteries at last, transform us.
Admin of RosaryFaith instance, creator of the RosaryDeck.com , member of the Rosary Cofraternity, and struggling Catholic
A Mastodon instance concerned generally with the topic of religion or more specifically Catholicism. Everyone with an open mind welcome regardless of religion, belief system, or lack thereof.