Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the New Civil Rights

I have a dream speech is just one of handful of speeches, including the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, that define us as Americans. I look forward to reading The Dream: Martin Luther King Jr. and the Speech that Inspired a Nation by Drew Hansen.

Today the most dangerous place for a Black child is in his or her mother's womb. They have more risk of dying from abortion than to live to adulthood. How many will we sacrifice on the altar of greed? 

Parce Domine!

This week many hundreds of thousands of people will congregate at States' capitals to March for Life as well as to WA-DC. It'll be cold and snowy, without many creature comforts. It really is a sacrifice for those travelling to march. But they do this because they believe all life is sacred from the moment of conception until natural death. Just as we think it's unimaginable what the Black people have endured, so I want future generations to think it unimaginable to kill a child in the womb. The right to life is the most basic right. Let us pray to grant all babies in the womb personhood. I am praying for you all who are making the journey this week to March for Life. God bless you and keep you safe!

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Family Stories

I love handmade cards and calligraphy and can always expect something special from my artistic friends for my birthday. I had such a lovely day catching up with an old friend at lunch and celebrating the new Starbucks opening on Daniel Island. That's my girl! I can just sit back and admire her. 


My youngest aunt has given me a project for this year--collecting family stories. Many of you know I've been writing about my mom so including my siblings and cousins feels spot on. Here's one from my sister. I'm about 2 yrs old and my sister is 5. She'd parade me around the neighborhood as "my beautiful sister!!!" The neighbors thought it was strange but our mom let my sister take full charge of me. I was a "living doll." She even convinced our older brother to play house where they were the parents and I, the baby. Apparently I went along with everything. The funny thing is that I remember chafing against all the extra mothering and supervision. I always wanted to run off. Of course, I was older by the time I remember, around age four. But I also remember that when I had to go to school, I didn't want to leave my sister. I think I screamed that entire first year when she left me with the nuns. Memory is a strange bird. It'll be very interesting to see how different people remember the same events and each other. And it'll be fun to be the official secret keeper :)

I pulled a picture of our kids at a similar age. Fun to see the resemblance. I wish grownups were as cute as kids.
 

My sister also sent me this with a caption: the young writer. I'm about 10 and I had not yet discovered A. J. Cronin (physician turned writer) and the dream of writing. My heroes were Mother Teresa, Fr. Damien of Molokai and Dr. Albert Schweitzer. I was interested in medicine and wanted to be a nun-doctor. But even back then, my sister and I played "What If" where we made up stories about the people around us. We kept this up in our teens. And I'm still at it :)

I love these snowy portraits of my kids. Family: my greatest gift.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

A White Christmas in Charleston

We love snow days!!! Christmas holidays have been extended for an extra week! Kids will go back to school and work on Jan. 8th. Locals tell me the last time it snowed so much (we got about 5 inches) was 20 years ago.

I know this winter storm is going up the East Coast so please stay warm and safe. And have fun playing in the snow!!!

 
 

 

 
 
 

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy New Year

The Magi won't reach this scene until Epiphany
(look closely at the picture of the Altar :)
I love that we celebrate Christmas for a full week and that the 8th day falls on Jan. 1st and when we celebrate the circumcision of our Lord, His Holy Name--Jesus--which means God saves, and Mary. As our priest pointed out, the solemnity of Mary has been in the opening prayer all along. I also love that there's a plenary indulgence for reciting Veni Creator Spiritus. So please sing along!





So thankful for all the blessings in 2017. Praise God!

I pray you all have a happy and healthful, blessed and beautiful New Year. My word and goal this year are one and the same: WRITE (with all the gifts of the Holy Spirit).