Wednesday, November 7, 2012

He Asked Me to Paint Him Something Beautiful...

My first conscious thought this morning was that the sun was shining and how good it was to see the sun, which has been hidden since before Sandy. I took a long, comfortable breath and was aware of a deep but gentle sadness... and an overwhelming desire to paint something beautiful.

I feel sad but not despairing. Angry but not raging. I think Christians in this country already know that our nation has long been on the slippery slope. This stunning blow is a gift wrapped in the ugliest packaging. A wake up and renewed call to sanctity. Perhaps these are the first steps into an age of martyrdom in America, certainly white martyrdom... maybe someday red. A woman at church spoke yesterday of her native Russia and the American incumbent. "I have lived through Communism. I know it when I see it." We cannot, apparently, change the government, but we can work as Sts. Peter and Paul did until our time is up.

I turned on my computer and found that many others were being led in the same spirit. Being called to redirect their hearts and actions to a higher and more focused purpose. What a gift it is when we can see our areas of weakness and shallowness with clarity so that we might dig deeper and love more.

In the very first post I came across, I read a mama's admission that she has somewhat watered down her writings about the faith for the sake of reader appeal. I understand. I have done that. Then she wrote about how this approach can no longer be. She is called to a substantive witness to the Gospel of Christ. She was called to paint something beautiful, just like I was. It's just another call to conversion and an astonishing gift of mercy.

I kept searching and reading and reading and nodding and nodding...
America did get what she asked for. Her people were heard loud and clear. It's a time for action. A time for radical love. A time to fulfill our Christian mission and the purpose of our lives. It is disappointing to the utmost to see history doomed to repeat itself  in our once great nation. A Cleveland priest calls for repentance on Facebook. A Requiem for a Nation. Beer, bullets, and a bus ticket to Texas.

I started to laugh a little. It's still sunny outside. The most beautiful image in the house is the one of the Crucifixion on the wall. The days coming will not be comfortable for those who cherish life and liberty. But it will bring forth a mighty, mighty Eastertide.

Let's work and pray for justice, peace, and freedom of body and soul... and paint something beautiful for God.

Today's perfectly timed reading:

Philippians 2: 12-18

12Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling;
13for God is at work in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.
14Do all things without grumbling or questioning,
15that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world,
16holding fast the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain.
17Even if I am to be poured as a libation upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all.
18Likewise you also should be glad and rejoice with me.


  1. Yes! I too feel called to radical love. More so than ever before, really. I am saddened but sobered and have several activities I *know* God has called me to that I've been putting off out of laziness. No more! Politics isn't who we vote, it's what we do. And I want what I *do* to reflect faith in action. Peace to you, and thanks for your post election reflection :)

  2. This really struck a chord with me. I, too, woke with a heavy heart...saddened that our country is choosing a dark path. But our faith is not in men, but in our Lord Jesus for He is already victorious over evil.

    This is another *wake-up* call from be courageous and bold in our Faith 'til the end!

  3. Praise God! I woke up today with the same feelings of revival.

    Onward, Christian soldiers! :)

  4. Thanks for this wonderful post. Yeah, I've watered down my posts, especially more so since knowing my more liberal family reads it.

    I've just realized that now I need to be extra vigilant in raising my children with a solid faith and to start that off right, or else they could easily be lead astray. I know it's not a guarantee bet (as my husband's sister has become alarmingly liberal these past few years despite the same Catholic upbringing). But I need to do my part, and set an example for my child(ren).

  5. So very sad today. Recently the Gospel at Sunday Mass was from Mark: Jesus asks, "Are you able to drink from the bitter cup of suffering I am about to drink? Are you able to be baptized with the baptism of suffering I must be baptized with?" That phrase caught me. I have reflected on it many times since it was read at Mass. I understand it is as a call to martyrdom. I have cried over it. I have told Our Lord I am NOT able to drink the cup, or be baptized with His baptism. I prayed a lot about this recent election. I am so sad because of the celebrations of those who support these evil values. Reading this here I see I am not alone in my profound sadness today. I have seen how far short I fall from trust in God. I need to pray.

  6. Your words are like a sweet psalm, truly beautiful, like a balm for our wounded hearts. As always, thank you for sharing your gifts. I'm linking this up over at my place:)


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