GO TO SLEEP, FOOL!
—Me, to myself. Every. night. (via unaba5hed)
last night’s class really made me think.. this semester at LMU has been a rough one.. but His Grace always prevails. I thank God enormously for giving me the grace to finish my work.. for compassionate professors..
this one class has really made me think of the realities of the youth in our world today… many do not have a solid concept of religion. many youth think that religion is confining, institutional, boring, unrelate-able, and not worth it. they have come to this concept or belief that it is all about being a good person - which is yes, very important… but how about being a person of faith? and not just a convenient faith.. but a hard faith.. a solid faith.. a faith where you actually have to stand firm and believe and converse and dialogue and learn and know… and truly believe… a faith that gives meaning, depth, purpose, and vivacity to each and every moment of your life.
our society.. it’s sad… but the challenge for many religions nowadays.. is combating this pluralistic society that says.. pick and choose whatever you like and make it your own.. because after all.. it’s about YOU.
what is this mix-up of spirituality vs. religion?… why is it bad to have order or ritual? or even… tradition! something that to its depths links generation after generation to a profound belief or custom…
what tradition do American youth know?
and i know there are exceptions to the craziness… there are youth who are devout young men and women of faith.. that are living boldly and courageously in this world.. men and women for others.. serving others and being Love in the world. they are standing up for what is right… because there is a right and a wrong.. there is such thing as Truth.
oh how i wish that the youth of today would wake up and realize that the journey of life is worth so much more than just floating around and conveniently taking in whatever passes their way… i hope they wake up.
well, those are my thoughts. ahahah i did not discuss catechesis… but.. altogether.. we need a strong, vibrant, living, relate-able catechesis.. i feel, much more than we have ever needed before… media and information flow so easily into the lives of our youth. who is guiding them in their journey of discovering Love and Truth and Mercy? do they realize that a very real, personal, loving, compassionate, gentle, and merciful God is waiting to reveal to them His marvelous and beautiful plan for their lives?
God’s candid faithfulness is beyond comprehension. But even so, the little things about Him—the little things about Love—that I actually have come to understand and know throughout the past Liturgical Year are things that I will always be grateful for.
I started the year off so broken and so lost, paralyzed with pain, and drowning in darkness. I was lost in a storm inside of me and I didn’t know how to calm it down. I was unemployed, all my closest friends weren’t in proximity, and I was dreading to move back in with my parents… I lost my sense of purpose. I felt humiliated, alone, and numb. Thankfully, the darkness didn’t engulf me; I was far from being suicidal. Thankfully, God believed and trusted me enough to go through it. Thankfully, Love set me adrift. I was carelessly and effortlessly floating around, waiting to be captured by Love. Little did I know that my floatation device was His faithfulness to carry me through the storm.
This year, I’m starting out strong because now I know how much He loves me. I could go on, and on, and on, (and on!) about how peacefully wonderful my life currently is and how blessed I am to be reminded, with every single breath, of how well Love reigns in this world of temptation… I could.
But I won’t. Because my writing will never be able to encompass the magnitude of joy that I feel or the glory that God deserves.
So, my dear friend, I hope that as you read this, you may, too, feel the radiant warmth of Love that I do. I hope that, when you see me, I may be a lamp of light in which God dwells. I hope that, when you see me, you hear not my voice, but His. I pray that you believe, just as much as I do, in His faithfulness… That you see how beautiful, and blessed, and loved YOU are—even if you’re a little broken. YOU ARE LOVED.
In light of recent events in my life, I’ve come to better understand the concept of “waiting on love.” It’s not the idea of being patient and waiting for the right person to come along and make me whole. NOT AT ALL. It’s realizing that I am ALREADY complete. It’s willing to be vulnerable and brave enough to give pieces of myself away, knowing that I am blessed in brokenness. It’s having faith in our Faithful God and knowing that serving Him is the best thing for me to do and that it’s the only thing I should do.
We must consistently remind ourselves that the tasks of discovering our vocation, refining our relationships, and enlightening the world with the Light of God are similar to the tasks of waiters/waitresses. We’ve got to smile, have patience, and be courteous. We must understand that we can only offer what we have and give it away prudently so that we evenly distribute our time, talents, and resources. Most of all, we must learn how to gracefully put everything down on the table (AKA: altar)—not to unburden ourselves or to be paid for our services, but rather, because we see and prioritize the need to feed the hungry and thirsty.
Do you see what I’m getting at? To wait on love is to serve Love. What we serve: love (charity). Whom we serve: Love (the hungry and thirsty). Why we serve: Love (Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam).