My reflection for Thursday's Gospel--washing of the Disciples' feet--is up on CatholicMom. I wrote it last September, not realizing that Catholics worldwide would not have access to Mass due to the pandemic. How we hunger for the Real Presence of Christ amongst us. How we long to receive Him. How we miss Him. One of the blessings has been no sacrilege--but with churches slowly poised to reopen, I am appalled at some of the suggestions of dropping the Sacred Host into people's hands. Better not to distribute the Holy Eucharist than to do this. The risk of abuse is too much.
I am equally distressed at the lockdowns continuing. Do they actually save lives? Perhaps. Take a look at these two articles: Lockdowns Don't Work by Lyman Stone and The Worldwide Lockdown may be the Greatest Mistake in History by Dennis Prager. I hope and pray that it's people like these who are advising our governments about policies because it's one thing to be under emergency orders for a month or two (that have already destroyed many small businesses) but quite another if civil liberties are suspended for months on end.
There is always a trade-off between risk and security and unfortunately most people do not estimate risks very well. Every year, we have 1,000 people who die in car accidents just in the state of SC. Do we ban driving? We take a risk every time we hop into the car. We take precautions, like having a vehicle in working order, wearing seatbelts, and driving defensively, but we drive at our own risk. We risk becoming a nanny state, or worse, under totalitarian rule if we do not think for ourselves and our families. We are praying, praying, praying for our leaders to make wise decisions. I also loved this article by Msgr. Pope: Coronavirus, Where is Thy Sting? Why This Gripping Fear is Useless because yes, we want to live abundantly, both physically and spiritually.
So here's my birthday girl--19 years old! Still a teenager but maturing into a lovely young woman. She's the same age as i was when I met Michael, but the biggest difference is that she's God's girl and knows it. That's her true identity. I pray she continues growing closer to God. I still remember how upset she was when she learned that there was no St. Dagny--I told her she can be the first. After all, that's what she, and all of us, are made for. Heaven!
Here are some scenes from our little patch of paradise and it wouldn't be complete without a couple of book recommendations: Ultimate Makeover by Carrie Gress and A Mind at Peace by Christopher Blum. Be well. Pax Christi!