Purifying Your Soul

Me and Prudie

We Are in the First Week of Lent

The season of Lent has begun — forty days set apart for fasting, prayer, and penance. It is a sacred invitation to examine the soul honestly and return to God with the whole heart.

Confessing Our Sins

Sin is a reality of daily life, and that is precisely why confession is not optional — it is essential. Going to confession every five to six weeks has become a spiritual discipline, but during Lent, the frequency increases, because the desire is to remain close to God and walk in His grace.

Daily Mass is a profound gift, and it does help cleanse the soul of venial sin. Venial sins are indeed forgiven by receiving Communion and by the other intercessory prayers of Mass. That said, the confessional remains irreplaceable. The regular confession of venial sins helps form the conscience, fight against evil tendencies, and allow Christ to heal and strengthen the soul for progress in the life of the Spirit. There is no such thing as a “free pass” into heaven — but there is a merciful Father who never tires of welcoming His children home.

My Pew

There is an unspoken rhythm to Sunday Mass. For those who attend faithfully every week, the same spot, the same kneeler, the same corner of sacred space becomes part of how the soul prepares to meet God. So when someone else is already sitting there, the disruption is real — and the irritation that follows is understandable.

Is it wrong to feel that way? Honestly — yes and no. There is nothing sinful about having a preference or a routine. The frustration becomes a problem only when it pulls the heart away from worship rather than toward it. The woman and her son are also God’s children, made in His image, present at Mass for reasons only God fully knows. Perhaps the boy on his phone needs someone to pray for him. Perhaps the mother is exhausted and this Mass is all she has left to hold onto.

The invitation here is not to abandon the routine — it is to let the irritation become a prayer. Offer it. Let God do something with it.

My Parking Spot

Moving to another pew is not quite as simple as it sounds. Mike drops off at the front of the church before parking in his usual spot — his assigned parking space, naturally. By the time he walks in, he knows exactly where to find his seat. A change of pew would require a change of coordinates for the whole operation. For now, the routine holds.

Offering It Up to God

This Lent, the resolution is to offer these small annoyances to the Lord. The irritation of a displaced seat, the distraction of a child on a phone — these are small things. And small things, surrendered to God with intention, become something beautiful. The spirit will no longer be broken by something as ordinary as a different face in the usual pew. Offer it. Let it go. Let it become a prayer.

The Sacrament of Penance

Why do Catholics confess their sins to a priest? The answer goes deeper than tradition or obligation — it goes straight to the nature of sin itself.

Sin is, before all else, an offense against God — a rupture of communion with Him. At the same time, it damages communion with the Church. For this reason, conversion entails both God’s forgiveness and reconciliation with the Church, expressed and accomplished liturgically through the Sacrament of Penance and Reconciliation.

The Catechism of the Catholic Church makes clear what confession does for the soul on even the most human level:

“The confession (or disclosure) of sins, even from a simply human point of view, frees us and facilitates our reconciliation with others. Through such an admission man looks squarely at the sins he is guilty of, takes responsibility for them, and thereby opens himself again to God and to the communion of the Church in order to make a new future possible.” — CCC 1455

And for those who confess with honesty and a complete heart, the mercy of God is boundless: when Christ’s faithful strive to confess all the sins that they can remember, they undoubtedly place all of them before the divine mercy for pardon.

Indeed, the regular confession of venial sins helps form the conscience, fight against evil tendencies, and allow Christ to heal and strengthen the soul for progress in the life of the Spirit.

This is not a burden. It is a gift — one of the most merciful gifts Christ left His Church.

Two Confessions

During COVID, there were two back-to-back confessions — and the story behind them is worth telling.

It had been announced that one of the parish’s regular priests was being transferred to another parish. Because of COVID, confessions were held in the open area of the church, with room dividers standing in for the privacy of the confessional.

Having gone to confession the day prior with Priest A, the decision was made to return the following day — not primarily to confess sins, but to thank Priest B, the priest who was leaving. There was no other way to express that gratitude. Everyone was keeping their distance, and the room dividers created the only real opportunity for a private moment.

As the dividers were being arranged, a careful eye watched to determine which priest had gone behind which partition. Priest B appeared to be behind one of them. From the back of the church, the line formed quickly — and the wait began.

This was not a confession of sins. It was a confession of gratitude.

The Same Sin

When the moment finally came, the familiar prayer was offered: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was yesterday. The room divider concealed the priest’s face — but not his voice. It was not Priest B. It was Priest A.

“You confessed these sins yesterday,” he said.

In a flash of panic, the reply came: “I know. I can’t get past them.”

It was a lie. Said in the confessional. To a priest.

Priest B was never found. The goodbye never happened. But the next morning, Mass came — and with it, Communion. And that small white lie, a venial sin born of embarrassment in the most sacred of spaces, was met with the mercy of Christ in the Eucharist.

The Pew Report

The numbers are sobering. According to Pew Research Center data, of self-identified Catholics, only 23% reported a sacramental confession at least once a year. Despite the Church’s requirement that Catholics go to confession at least once a year — with more frequent confession highly encouraged — polling has consistently shown that over half of U.S. Catholics go to confession either less than once a year or not at all.

This parish is a different story. The lines for confession speak for themselves. On the evening of February 23rd, with several priests hearing confessions, more than 100 souls came forward to receive the mercy of God in the Sacrament of Penance. That is not a statistic — that is a revival.

Finding Freedom

There is nothing more beautiful than walking out of the confessional absolved. The soul is purified. The mind is cleared. The weight that the Enemy had been carrying on behalf of the sinner is gone — and communion with Christ is restored.

So if you are Catholic: go to confession.

God already knows every failure. There is nothing hidden from Him — not one dark corner, not one shameful moment. But the Enemy knows them too, and he uses them differently. Where God offers mercy, the Enemy offers chains — whispering daily that the sin is too great, that it cannot be forgiven, that return is impossible.

It is a lie. Of those who go to confession regularly, about two-thirds report “a clear sense of forgiveness, reassurance of God’s mercy, and interior peace.” The God of the universe is not waiting to condemn — He is waiting to welcome.

This is what Lent is for: to look honestly within, to name what is there, and to purge the dust and shadows so that the soul can see the Son clearly once more.

My Prayer

Dear Lord, forgive the transgressions of Your children. Purify our souls and heal the deep wounds of our past sins. May we enter this Lent with full confidence in Your mercy and Your desire to restore us.

For those who have stayed away from the confessional, soften their hearts and free them. Remind them that You are not a judge waiting to condemn, but a Father running to meet them.

Free us all. Amen.

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The Valentine Bloom

Happy Saint  Valentine’s Day!

How many of us can remember getting our hearts broken? Honestly this happened to me only once. Never as a young girl did a boy break my heart.  I learned a lesson about experiencing a broken heart in the third grade.  I was alone in my pain because I was surrounded by too many brothers and sisters, and our mother was too busy to hear my sad little story. If I kept this in my memory bank, it was for a life-learning reason. I am grateful to God for all my childhood memories because they have  molded me into who I have become today. Through the good and bad, Jesus will always be my Valentine.

Love Story

My love story with Mike is that of two people who God brought together forever. We are truly one; I see what he sees and we love each other unconditionally. That will never change. We are examples to our family of how to overcome any situations that the world throws our way. We are both hot heads and many times do not agree on matters, but this makes our marriage exciting and if I’m in the wrong, I apologized.

Attending Mass

Attending Mass every Sunday has brought Mike and me to a better understanding of how we appreciate and welcome God in our lives. We have both learned to place God first in our marriage of 54 years. So it is never too late to grow closer to God.  Slowly  I’m coming to the realization that my opinion does not hold any weight in comparison to what God has in store for me.

I always look to God for all my misgivings in life and continually pray for His guidance. I want to become the woman that God created me to be, but only through His special graces can I say, “Thank You for loving me, Lord.”

 

Flowers for Mary

Flowers

 

Flowers bring me great joy. Mike knows that my favorites are roses, so we have 43 rose bushes in our yard (I counted them). Aside from roses, our home is always filled with flowers; Mike makes sure of that. Almost every week I get fresh flowers: last week it was tulips and this week, in honor of Valentine’s Day, I received carnations and roses. I shared my flowers with the Blessed Mother Mary, making sure she, too, gets the honor of love.

 

 

Our friends
The family

Celebrating Love

I cannot recall how many years we have celebrated Valentine’s Day by going to dinner with our friends; this year we celebrated a day earlier. So on St.Valentine’s Day we had dinner with Russ, Sonja and the boys. The drive to dinner was hilarious because their 16-year-old son Lucas decided to drive. He had three backseat drivers, all with advice on how to drive!

 

First grade photo because I couldn’t find  a 3rd grade one. (sadly, I’m  still sporting the same hairdo)

The following is a story of my first heartbreak.

The Valentine Card

She carefully sorted her Valentine cards, setting aside the one for her teacher. Just one card read “Will you be my Valentine?” This card made her little heart patter with excitement. She was smitten by Joe, the smartest kid in her third-grade class. He was perfect in her eyes, and even his crowded front teeth made her smile.

No one in her family of eight knew that she would one day marry Joe. How could they understand?  Her four- year-old sister was too young to grasp these things and her brothers, all three of them, would tease her to the point of tears. Her two older sisters thought of her as a mere child. The only person she could trust was her best friend Anita. Anita was petite in size, she was kind and sweet, and only she knew how this little girl loved Joe.

The Big Day

It was Valentine’s Day, the day she would know for certain if her true love would reciprocate. The bus ride to school seemed to take forever, and all she could think about was the cards she and Joe  would exchange. Her unspoken love was about to reach a new zenith, and it was a lot for an eight-year-old to bear.

When she entered her classroom she quietly took her seat toward the back of the room. They sat in alphabetical order, and, as always, her seat was  among the last ones. She wished her last name started with a “P” like Joe’s instead of a “U”. All day long, lunch, two  recesses she waited for the card.

The art project that day was to make a holder for all the Valentine cards; she cut and pasted, and the end product was perfect for holding that one card from Joe.

The Broken Heart

Fifteen minutes before dismissal, the teacher announced that it was time to exchange cards.  The girl’s eyes widened with excitement and she pulled out her brown bag with the Valentines. You could hear the giggles as all the children took turns in handing out their cards. It was Joe’s turn, and as he came toward this little girl, she put her head down. This was it, she thought to herself; now I will know how much he loves me.

The bell rang, it was time to go home. She held that one card tightly in her hand and opened it. The card had a picture of a kitten holding a heart which read “You are sweet, Valentine.” What! No! No! This was not happening! She looked over at Anita.  Anita was smiling, almost to the point of gloating. The same card, that she set aside for Joe was in the petite hands of Anita! Joe loved Anita, not this little girl. She wanted so badly to cry that it hurt, but she remained strong. The bus ride home was torture, and sitting next to Anita added to her heartbreak.

Yes, this is my first memory of Valentine’s Day. I have no idea whatever became of Joe, but I do remember that he broke my heart that day.

St. Valentine

St. Valentine of Rome is the patron saint of love, young people, happy marriages, beekeepers and epilepsy.  St. Valentine was put in prison by the Emperor Claudius II for marrying couples and professing his faith in Jesus. While he was in prison he healed a jailer’s daughter of blindness. On the day of his execution he left the girl a card signed “Your Valentine.” This is the reason we exchange Valentine cards.

 

St. Valentine

My Prayer

Dear Lord, Bring all married couples into union with You. Lord, for those who are contemplating a separation or divorce, heal their broken hearts and reconcile their differences. Amen.

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Free For The Asking: Godly Wisdom

King Solomon

“With age comes wisdom.”

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde coined this phrase, “With age comes wisdom.” The writings of this famous author first appeared in the late 19th century. This gifted writer flirted with Catholicism his entire life, and his works depicted his journey to finally finding God by becoming Catholic. While on his death bed, he summoned a Catholic priest who not only gave him his last rites but upon his request asked to be received into the Catholic Church.

Thank God that some of us have in our latter years grown in the wisdom of God.

My Wisdom

Believe me when I tell you that I am still in the process of shedding things of the world that disrupt my walk with God. Social Media is a means to get us worked up about irrelevant issues that bring us to a level of judging others. There is nothing more irksome than getting caught up in this dark entrapment. I, for one, am attempting to rid my mind of this deterrent. As a result of the mindless scrolling, I have come to the realization that this is keeping me from time spent in prayer.

Prayer

Prayer is a central part of my life and the guilt and grief that I beat myself up about when wasting so much time on Social Media is slowly coming to an end. Praying has lead me into another realm of wisdom. I no longer get all worked up about the problems of the world, especially what our country is currently enduring. Through the wisdom of God, new spiritual portals of faith have opened up for me at a deeper level.  For example, many times when praying for a person or a major concern the Lord will give me a vision of the situation. With the vision, I can go deeper into prayer.

Peace

Yes, I still get all worked up about many things, but I quickly come to my senses. It is  almost as if the Lord is telling me, “Snap out of it!” Then something indescribable happens: peace comes over me like a warm blanket from heaven covering my cold thoughts of this world. I can attest to the many times God has kindly reminded me of some uncharitable act, for which I either apologize or repent. Undoubtedly I am a sinner, but I can imagine the pearly gates ahead of me and I want nothing more than to please God.

Growing With Wisdom

As you  get older, wisdom should come naturally; but for some it does not. The simple reason for this: you fail to ask God for wisdom. Instead you seek direction from outside worldly sources that lead to idolatry. We can only serve one God, but when confusion rears its ugly shadow it casts doubt and plays dirty mind games.

I know a lot of well-meaning people who, because they lack godly wisdom, make foolish choices. What I cannot understand is that wisdom is there for the asking, yet many lack the knowledge or are unaware of how God wants us all to live full, wholesome lives.

 

King Solomon

Earlier this week the reading at Mass was about how God bestowed wisdom on Solomon. This wisdom was supernatural: so when God gave it to him, He entrusted Solomon with a gift.

 

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