The power of a name

"Of course" said my daughter "when you get down to the heart of it, it's all about Jesus." I always think of this when I hear the story of Mary Magdelen's encounter with Jesus after the resurection. She doesn't recognise him. Why should she? She's just seen him die a terrible death. Then, gently, he says her name "Mary" and she knows, she knows for absolutely certain, that it's him. No one else has ever has or ever will say her name as tenderly and as lovingly as he does. I have this wild hope that one day he will say my name like that and I'll know...it's him. No one will ever say my name like he will.

Deadness

"HIS ways are not our ways" I have often heard this said and I think it's from the Bible though I'm not sure where, but in the few weeks that have made up 2013 have certainly shown me how true it is. I began this year determined to "Rejoice" but the truth is, since then, I've spent little time rejoicing. We've had family issues, health issues, and simple spiritual dryness issues all of which have greatly challenged me The dryness is the worst; in fact I'd call it deadness rather than dryness. I've faced many challenges in my long life as we all do, but this is the worst spiritual challenge I've ever experienced. Mass leaves me cold and I find myself looking for excuses not to go, and even at our beloved Latin Mass last Sunday I thought "I don't think I'll bother coming all this way just for this Mass again"! I haven't said the rosary for days, I just can't find the time strangely enough. Yet I have not lost my faith in God at all, I just feel I can no longer be bothered. I said when I started this blog "In the shadow of His wings I sing for joy" well I'm still in the shadow of His wings, I know it, but the joy has gone. It must be His will for me at the moment...to walk faithfully without the joy. I must go through the motions even though I face inner resistance all the way. God is good.

Missing

I usually attend Mass most weekdays but due to family commitments this hasn't been possible for several weeks. Even worse, our beloved Fr Tom was ordered by the Bishop to take a holiday (and he certainly needed one) so there has been no Latin Mass since Christmas until he returned last week. Although I pray in the early mornings and, of course, go to the English Mass on Sundays, I feel as if I've been in a kind of spiritual wilderness. Next week we'll be back to normal and I can hardly wait. God is good!

The joyful ringing of bells.

We had a new Bishop about a year ago and he's brought about a change that I really love. He's allowing churches to ring their bells before Mass! Our former Bishop, very liberal and known in true irreverent Kiwi style as "Protestant Pete", forbade the ringing of Church bells. He said it would disturb the neighbours. But now, for a few minutes before Mass, the bells can be heard. It gives one such a spiritual uplift. And as an added blessing, at the Latin Mass the bells are also rung during the consecration! What a joy! Thank you God.

The Gift of Prayer

What a blessing prayer is. Yesterday we had some upsetting news about our dearly loved adult grandson E. living in the UK. His parents are being as supportive as they can be from NZ and are in constant touch with him. There seems very little Alex and I can do, and we could feel helpless, but we don't simply because ...we can pray. I went to Mass this morning to pray for him. The Mass had been cancelled but at least I could kneel before the Blessed Sacrament and implore our Blessed Lord to bless him and show him the way forward. What a gift for us and for E, that we can do this because we know Our Lord listens to, and answers, our prayers. I won't stop praying until he does!

Encourage!

I love reading the Bible and read it daily. I am reading the Letter to the Hebrews at the moment and I read this yesterday: "Encourage each other daily..." Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all did this? What a blessing if we all stopped criticising our fellow Catholics and encouraged each other! This is another thing I'm going to work on this year. Rejoice and encourage! Look out world!

Word for the New Year

I was sitting with my two lovely daughters and they began discussing their "Word for the Year". I can't remember what they had each chosen but I'm sure my eldest daughter, the Professor, chose something abstract and esoteric and that my youngest, the Journalist, chose something green and New Ageish. I said nothing although I knew what my word was. That morning I'd been praying about the new year and suddenly I thought "Rejoice". It may not be a very trendy word but it's mine and that's what I'm going to do this year- with God's help.