This is the rosary I got from my mother on the day of my First Communion and Confirmation. This Rosary went years just sitting in a little jewelry box, but I’m happy to say that it’s getting used regularly these days :)
I love how ornate and beautiful the Crucifix is, and I love having an image of my Confirmation Saint right there when I pray.
Having a devotion to saying the Rosary will change your life, I’m tellin’ ya. If you’re considering trying to say a daily Rosary during lent, Do it. You won’t regret it.
Saint Therese, Pray for us!
This is my grandpa, Antonio Diaz. This year on April 14th
he turns 77 years old. This past month he has suffered several strokes and open
heart surgery. A surgery they had no hope of him surviving. He’s diabetic. He’s
lost his big toes. He’s mean and demanding. He has expectations for his
children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. He’s lost over 200 acres of
Mexican land to a shady bank over fifty years ago. He worked in the California fields. He Marched
with Cesar Chavez. He married the most beautiful girl in his city – even though
they had no love - nor time for it. He has outlasted many of his 10 siblings.
He sits in the waiting room long after they’ve passed. He accepts his multicultural grandchildren –
even though he was raised racist and classist. He’s toiled as a mechanic, a
sheet metal worker. He bought his own restaurant and ran it for over a decade
and gave it up so that he could help more of his family come over from
Mexico. This is my grandpa Antonio Diaz,
the same man that was drafted for the Las Angeles Angels and never showed up for the
first pitch, because his wife was in labor. The same man that walked away from
being a professional wrestler so that he
could work two jobs and help his mother out and support his own family.
This is not an obituary, this is a biography. He’s not just
my grandpa. He’s my Hero. He’s my inspiration. I work multiple jobs and push
myself beyond limits because he had a dream that one of his descendants would
buy back the land he was tricked out of. Because he believes that one of us
will make the Diaz family grand again.
He won’t be disappointed. Not all
of his dreams have to die. Nor will they.
Lent relentlessly moves on and shows us who we are, our true identity as Christians, what it means to be a Christian. “Blessed are the poor; blessed are the merciful; blessed are those who hunger for justice….“ We recite the Beatitudes and each of them makes us move a little further away from the sea of God’s mercy, because each demands all of us….
The mercy that we must give to others includes that of standing up for the poor, the lonely, those who have no education and cannot stand up for themselves. It means to engage in what we call social justice on behalf of our brother. That involves opening ourselves to being pushed around and crucified. This always happens to those who stand up for others….
Are we going to allow Lent to give us this immense gift of the Holy Spirit called fortitude? It is a gift that is little spoken of and is neglected. Fortitude is courage, the courage of our convictions. Christ said, “Who is not with me is against me.“
Lent is here to remind us that the mercy of God is ours provided we embrace his law of love; provided we realize that it’s going to hurt, and hurt plenty, but that the very hurting will be a healing. That is the paradox of God, that while you hurt, you heal. That’s true healing.
The sea of his mercy is open before us. Lent definitely and inexorably leads us to it and makes us think about what it takes to swim in it. Lent also reminds us that each of our hearts can be a sea of mercy and forgiveness to others. This is a very great shortcut to God’s heart.
Is it legal for a public school to punish its students for missing school/music concerts/athletic events due to religious obligations?
My younger sibling and some of my students are running into this at their high school and I would like to know if this is a violation of their rights or not. I’ve researched it a bit but haven’t been able to find anything definitive.
A kid named Knox just fell and hit his head on concrete while playing some pickup football at my house. He is seriously injured too. My mom had to call 911 and the police, firemen, and ambulance all showed up. He got put in a neck cast and was driven to the hospital. Pray for home to be okay everyone!