me, too, m2

and it hangs on my fridge next to another from souza.

The Point of the Spear

What more can I add that is not so well written in Mark's post about the March for Life this Saturday?

Nothing. Read it.

Thoughts on the Franciscan Way

Thoughts on the Franciscan way by a girl who, being severely autistic, thinks in "pictures, concepts, and ideas without words". When askedhow she envisages the Franciscan way of living, she responded:

it is diffciutl to explain. some one walkign on a road. the road infront looks desolate. it is empty and dead and difficutl. behidn the person grass is beging to sprot and at the very end fo teh road there is soemthign very buitiful that i can tno put into words. the person cna not see the grass beigning to gow behind them. they can see the road that is dificutl btu they are lookign at the end. it is nto a easy picter to explain. i can not explain properly. the person is lookign at teh buitiful thing. i can nto expalin. ther is alto fo hope in the picter.

So fitting, so beautiful. And just what I needed to read...

Here. Now. ... Right now.

Earlier today, Julie D of Happy Catholic posted a little something about her daily prayer time. She had been quite obnoxious in her twenty minutes with the Lord but inspite of herself, God taught her a little something new. In response to this post, Will Duquette of The View From the Foothills posted an excerpt from Letter 8 of The Screwtape Letters. Here is that excert:

He leaves the creature to stand on its own two legs—to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such trough periods, much more than during the peak periods, that he is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be. Hence the prayers offered to Him in the state of dryness are those which please him best….Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.

Do you ever feel as though God is so far away you can hardly recognize His presence in your life? Perhaps you feel a separation so great He is not able to felt in your life at all? Even still, we know He is with us. Even in the times of greatest darkness, He is there. Let's always remember to offer God our present moment because even when we don't feel Him (or we'd rather not be with Him), He is always there. He is always there and He will always be there waiting for us to give Him our hearts.