Taxi cab’s protection from a Tower of Babel - La protección del taxista de una Torre de Babel. Saints - Santos.

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…What’s worse still is that I know priests that discourage young families; that ask families with kids that make any sound to leave – one priest in particular would actually stop the liturgy and ask the parent to take their child outside. Needless to say that this church became a church of senior citizens and only now is beginning to change with a new priest at the helm.

As Orthodox Christians, we need to be mindful of young families. As it is, they are exhausted and nervous about their children misbehaving and wanting to do the right thing. The last thing they need is judgment from other Christians when all they want to do is pray and put their kids on the right path. When you see a parent struggling with a fussy child at church, instead of scowling at them, how about you offer them a hand, like the Christian you purport to be. Instead of chasing them out of the sanctuary with your looks and sneers, help them come closer to God. Realize that this young family is the future of your church and your faith and pushing them out the door to satisfy your need to complete silence helps no one, not even you.

Christ said ‘bring the children unto me.’ Help parents do that so that everyone can reap the reward.

Thinking of alwaysabeautifullife and other moms of young kids who have felt less than welcome when bringing their beloved children to the Father’s house. Praying that we do all we can to encourage young families in their faith.

What souls we can convert by our prayers. The one who saves a soul from hell saves this soul and his own as well.
—  St. John Vianney 

Legend has it, that Saint Ursula was a princess who, at the request of her father King Dionotus of Dumnonia in south-west Britain, set sail to join her future husband, the pagan governor Conan Meriadoc of Armorica, along with 11,000 virginal handmaidens. After a miraculous storm brought them over the sea in a single day to a Gaulish port, Ursula declared that before her marriage she would undertake a pan-European pilgrimage. She headed for Rome with her followers and persuaded the Pope, Cyriacus (unknown in the pontifical records, though from late 384 there was a Pope Siricius), and Sulpicius, bishop of Ravenna, to join them. After setting out for Cologne, which was being besieged by Huns, all the virgins were beheaded in a massacre. The Huns’ leader shot Ursula dead, in about 383 (the date varies).The legend of Ursula is based on a 4th- or 5th-century inscription from the Church of St. Ursula (on the Ursulaplatz) in Cologne. It states that the ancient basilica had been restored on the site where some holy virgins were killed. [x]

Do you love Me?

The Gospel today is familiar. Jesus asks Peter three times if he loves Him and three times he answers yes. Three times Jesus tells Peter to tend to His sheep. The symbolism of the three times is evident, the three times Peter denied Jesus correlated to Peter saying yes to Jesus three times. It hit me during the homily today: Jesus asks us every day if we love Him and sometimes, we say no. Jesus asks us if we love Him when we are in the midst of temptation and when we fight it, we tell Him that we do. When we fall, however, we tell Jesus that we don’t. The Good News? Like Peter, Jesus is ready to forgive at any point. We can say we’re sorry, tell Him we love Him, and start again.

The Lord asks Peter what he already knew, and that not once, but a second and a third time, whether Peter loved him. And each time he has the same answer, that he is loved, while just as often he gives Peter the same charge to feed His sheep. To the threefold denial there is now appended a threefold confession of love. His tongue is not to yield a feebler service to love than it did to fear, and the testimony of his word must be just as open in the presence of life as it was before the threat of death. Let it be the office of love to feed the Lord’s flock, if it was the signal of fear to deny the Shepherd.

Those who have this purpose in feeding the flock of Christ, that they may have them as their own, and not as Christ’s, are convicted of loving themselves, and not Christ. They are motivated by the desire either of boasting, or wielding power, or acquiring gain, and not from the love of obeying, serving, and pleasing God. The thrice repeated saying of Christ condemns those, therefore, of whom the apostle complains that they seek their own interests, not the things that are Jesus Christ’s (Phil 2,21). For what do the words mean: “Do you love me? Feed my sheep”? It is as though he said, “If you love me, do not think of feeding yourself, but feed my sheep as mine, and not as your own; seek my glory in them, and not your own; my dominion, and not yours; my gain, and not yours… Let us, then, not love ourselves, but him; and in feeding his sheep, let us be seeking the things which are his, not the things which are our own.

—  Saint Augustine (354-430), Bishop of Hippo (North Africa) and Doctor of the Church
Sermons on Saint John’s Gospel, no.123

Prayer may change your experience:

The squeaking of an autistic Catholic.

I basically flapped and made random noises in my throat all through choir practice tonight. I’m not even slightly ashamed! Not a bit! Choir is my happy place! :)

When I’m singing, it’s like my mind goes quiet and the sensory issues lay down. I FEEL the light of God pouring onto me and I just can’t SEE it because I’m still in this mortal meatball of a body. It’s such an overpowering emotion of love. I wish I could just throw it on people who feel sad or hate themselves and say GOD LOVES YOU. 

I try to do that when I sing! I really do try!