You know what’s nuts?

St. Kateri Tekakwitha was only Catholic for four years. She was baptized when she was 20 and died when she was 24.

In those four years, she was amazing enough to be declared a saint: she took care of the poor and sick, avoided persecution from her Mohawk family, and had a crazy intense love for the Eucharist. She was a young, unmarried, lay woman, just like many of us here.

Dang. I’ve got some work to do.

Prayer Requests 2/9/16

Please pray for Angel, who is undergoing testing for Multiple Sclerosis.

Please pray for Nick that he may start attending Mass again and for his wife, Cathy, that she may be strengthened in her trials.

Please pray for Steven and Andrew, who are in need of jobs.

Please pray for me, that I may gain patience and wisdom, and that I may find my vocation.

“Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!  You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you.  In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.  You were with me, but I was not with you.  Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at all.  You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.  You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.  You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you.  I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.  You touched me, and I burned for your peace.”

How Do You Say BFF in Latin??

Ora Pro Nobis means Pray for us in Latin, fyi. 

I love the Saints.  


It’s not worship, duh. We all pray for  people we love, don’t we? And we sometimes ask others to pray for us, right? This is the same thing. BUT by asking the Saints to intercede on our behalf, we’re asking very holy people to help us out. 

The Saints were once normal people with average problems (for the most part) but who led extraordinary lives for Christ. They know what it’s like to live on earth, struggle at work, suffer through tough relationships, get sick, be homeless, and sometimes fail.

They know that feel, bro.
And they totally want to help us out.

They are the people we can turn to for advice, for intercession, and for good examples of ways to lead our lives. 

They are also all pretty freakin’ awesome. 

If you ask me.

So, ch-ch-ch-check back here to learn more about the Saints and to find a Saint specific to your needs, troubles, personality. 

By the will of the heav’n   above,

on earth below is found

the Order of redemptive love

to free the captives bound.

John for the task is set apart

by God the Trinity;

he consecrates his life and   heart

to saving charity.

For those who seek nobility,

inspired by heaven’s call:

to love and serve God, One and   Three,

exceeds the hopes of all.

Belov’d of the redeeming Christ

is John who chooses here

redemption of all those   chastised

by bondage cruel and drear.

O God, when time has run its   course

and all in judgement share,

no other deed shall have more   force

than love’s redemptive care.

To save his neighbors from   distress

and ease their cruel plight,

John shared in their dark   bitterness

and led them out to light.

O God, Redeemer, set us free

and keep us without strife;

restore to all their dignity

that you might be our Life.   Amen.

Prayer Requests

I have a whole bunch, so I’m just going to put them all on one.

- Marcos is looking for a job.

- Joey is also looking for a job and has a second interview on Monday.

- Rose is looking for a job and has a lead, but she won’t hear more until Monday.

- Baby Ebby who is very sick.

- Paul, Ruth, Justin, and everyone else who is going on the CRYS retreat this weekend, either on team or as a retreatent.

Sorry that previous post was way more grumpy-sounding than I meant it to be.. I do have a soft spot for HP but it’s just not that soft a spot.

So I’m working on a story just now and it’s going well, and that’s great, I’ve finally coalesced all the fragments I wrote of it when I was not allowing myself to actively work on it and all into some kind of coherent whole. And that’s going well. So I mean, fuck outlining, right? I guess that’s working out for me, not outlining at all. It was a disaster for a while but I’ve worked it out.

And I’m really pleased with how the story’s going– I’m up to 2 chapters posted, and I have two more drafted chapters in the bag and I’m working on chapter 5 and there are enough almost-solidified segments to take it up through about eight or nine chapters before the big thing that might be the end of this story and the beginning of another.

(The only snag is that the first two chapters are getting the very lowest response I’ve gotten to a fic in recent memory, which is really discouraging– the prequel, people seemed to respond well to, so I went ahead with this one and… maybe it’s just the time of year, but it’s a lot of crickets. And I’d been feeling silly for my chapter notes on the prequel wherein I was worrying that this pairing wouldn’t attract many readers, but– uh… It’s awful quiet in here.

Not to passive-aggressively beg for attention; I have so much of this story written it’s getting posted anyway. Just, for the record, I was right. It’s just really funny because I’ve had that pairing in my other stories all along; it’s more, I think, the absence of another powerhouse ship. Fascinating anthropological data, I suppose. I’ll just have to see, when I eventually finish it, if it can manage to get recced as a finished work. Long payoff, but when you tend to write epic WIPs you can’t let yourself do a lot with short-term goals…)

MY POINT. I had a point. 

Oh yes. My point was, the only issue with writing this thing so slow and scattered is that I swear to God there was a really poignant little bit I meant to include, one of those flashback sensory memory things, and I swear I wrote it but I can’t find it and those right there are the times when you hate yourself for writing epics with no outline.

I’ve been doing this for over two decades now, writing, and my brain is pretty good, inasmuch as it’s good at anything, at making things connect. I’m at the point now where I’m understanding that the themes in my whole thing have been present all along and it’s not what I set out to tell a story about but it’s definitely what I’m telling a story about and I’m delighted at the discovery and also feeling pleased that my trust in myself wasn’t misplaced. 
That’s the thing. I’m good, is the thing, at what I do. So I always eye self-help books longingly, but I know: I’m not the kind of person that can help, and I wouldn’t want to change. It’s just hard to have faith when your method is kind of no-method. 

But I have a sneaking suspicion that this scene I wrote is in something I’ve already published. I’m sure I wrote it, it’s not among my drafts– the prequel-prequel was in another folder. I’m sure it is. 

I don’t want to reread it. Does anyone know, offhand– is there a scene in Ora Pro Nobis where James gives Natalia a bitter Latvian herbal liqueur called Black Balsam to prank her for her reaction, and she misremembers, later, being the one doing the pranking? I feel like I used it for some kind of memory-fuckery in there.