I believe God exists because I am here, thinking about this and writing this.

My brain is thinking these thoughts and my fingers are typing them and you are now reading the words that were in my brain on your computer screen. Or your phone or iPad or whatever other nerfty gadget you have.  And those right there should be proof enough of our intelligent design.

In school we learn about animals and the various species. Reptiles, amphibians, arachnids (eek!), birds, insects, and mammals, etc. And of course we learn that we - homo sapiens – are part of the mammal species.

But we all know we are much more than ‘animal’. Sure we share many characteristics and traits with all the other creatures out there. (Another poof of intelligent design) We eat, drink, sleep, breathe, pee and poop, reproduce, gestate, give birth and nourish new life. We do what we can to at least stay alive. But it’s obvious there’s something different about us – something extraordinarily unique.

We care about things that animals clearly do not. You don’t see animals walking around in clothes and getting together for coffee to talk about the state of current affairs. Animals don’t spend time looking up into the night sky and wondering if there is a God or not. Animals don’t sit around wondering what they are supposed to do with their lives, they don’t think about who they want to be friends with or where or if they are going to go to college or who they are going to marry and how many kids they will have. (They are actually a step above us in that respect.)

But I do. I’m more than some ‘evolved mammal’ who lives only to survive and follow my animal instincts.

I think. I ponder. I wonder. I contemplate.

I feel.

And not just pain – animals feel that too. And not just basic emotions – animals can be depressed or content. Ask anyone who has a pet.

I feel sadness, grief, anger, frustration…hate.

I feel peace. I feel joy. I feel LOVE.

And because of these thoughts and feelings, I do.

I move. I work. I act. I decide.

What I do isn’t just about survival. I don’t behave only according to whatever is best for my survival. I don’t only make behavioral choices because of ‘forced social norms’ or because of how it will benefit me. (Well not all the time.) I have the capacity to go beyond that.

I have the capacity to forget myself, to forget what’s best for me, and do what’s better for another.

That’s called LOVE. Not only can I feel love, I can choose to accept it and to give it. Because it has been given to me.

If you think about everything humans can do and have done. It’s incredible.

We talk, we sing, we dance.

We explore, discover, learn and teach. We dream and aspire. We yearn.

We create, build, and express -

Captivating art, music, prose and poetry that reach into the depths of our souls; the great and mysterious pyramids and other awesome architectural buildings; planes, trains, automobiles, space shuttles that stretch our minds (and the laws of physics!); machines, computers, robots, things like Google glass; and let’s not even get started with modern medicine and all the life-saving miracles it can bring!

And I’m sure we haven’t even gotten started yet.

Humans are amazing creatures. And we are not just some random and unorganized mass of protons and neutrons with the capacity for high intelligence and grand ideas.

What we are and who we are – and all that we can do and be – is because we are intelligently designed that way.

Hence, a Designer.

 

 


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My husband and I watched The Passion of the Christ again a couple days ago; we thought it would set a good tone for the rest of this Holy Week.

Mel Gibson is an interesting guy (to put it mildly) but he sure did do an amazing job with this movie. If you haven’t seen it, I’d highly recommend it (for adults and older teens). If you’ve already seen it, I’d highly recommend watching it again, especially this week. However, I’ll caution that it’s horribly hard to watch. If you can’t stomach movies with graphic violence, you probably wouldn’t be able to handle this either. Especially since it’s undeniably a true story.

This isn’t a movie review though so I’m not going to comment on what I thought about it as a movie, only what it made me think about and how it makes me feel when I watch it – which is the point.

Feelings as I watched it:

Sadness, deep, deep sadness.

For Him; for His Mother. I hold my baby and think about Mary – what it must have been like to watch her own son – her baby – suffer like that. What it must have been like to then hold her Son – his heavy, bloody, lifeless body – cradled in her arms.

Anguish, anger, sorrow.

At the Pharisees, at the people who hailed him one day and killed him the next. Anger and sorrow for them, for Judas.

Confusion.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did He choose this time – out of all human history? Why this particular form of execution? Why did it have to be so brutal, so painful, so humiliating? Why did God the Father allow this to happen to His own Son? Why did God the Son endure such an awful, horrific torture and sacrifice – just for us – ugly, ungrateful, selfish, hypocritical sinners that we are?

Sin continues, growing in crudeness and rampancy exponentially by the day. I’ve turned off the mainstream news for Lent but I’ve heard a bit of what’s going on still.

Rape – by kids to kids, shootings, domestic and child abuse, hatred and discrimination, the depths of poverty, free government-paid abortions for any selfish reason at any time of the baby’s life, the attacks against real marriage and continual abuse and destruction to the family – the integral foundation of humanity, and so many other things & I don’t even want to get into the sins of our past - which have left their residual stains on us all.

Why does this all continue happening? Even after all He did – after all He gave up for us? If He suffered for all why do we continue suffering anyway? What was the point? I wonder, if it was the knowledge of all this that killed him – and not the scourging and crucifixion?

Sometime when I was maybe 15 or 16, I was in my room working on homework or whatever and I started thinking about all this, except with a more naïve imagination (how I miss those days!). I remember looking over at the crucifix hanging on the wall in my room and asking these same questions. Why? Why did You do this?

And I realized, in that moment for the first real time in my life, that the wrong person was nailed to that cross. They got the wrong guy. It should have been me.

But – He wouldn’t allow it, He loved me too much.

He took my place.

I’ve never looked at the cross the same since.

I don’t deserve what He did for me; however, I am grateful – eternally.

Some days, I feel like I need to do things so I can earn His gift for me. But then, in the stillness of my heart I hear Him say: You do not need to DO anything, I already did. Just accept me. Love me and share My Love.

I still have questions. I still feel dismayed, disgruntled and deeply saddened when I see how undeserving we are, how we continue to mock Him, deny Him, and turn away from His Sacrifice and unfailing Love for us.

But…maybe…the suffering and evil we continue to endure, is the why .

His Passion and Crucifixion was not the ‘end’ of the story. His Life, Death, and Resurrection, is THE ANSWER…to everything.

It’s up to us to accept it, to embrace Him and His Sacrifice and Love and unite our own sins and sufferings with His; or, we could deny Him, refuse His precious Gift, and continue down our own path of self-righteousness and suffering…alone.


Perhaps you noticed (or not) that I took a little break from the I believe posts I’d been writing.

Before I continue on that, I’m going to hop onto a little side trail for a bit, and expand on why I believe in God; how I know He is real and loves me…and YOU.

While I’ll always have a strong faith in my heart, I find it’s important to sharpen the intellectual part of my faith as well.

I’ve been reading (very slowly) through Peter Kreeft’s A Shorter Summa: The Essential Philosophical Passages of Saint Thomas Aquinas’ Summa Theologica. It’s heavy reading but has been a good brain exercise.  I appreciate that St. Thomas and so many others along the way, stopped and gave such deep thought and time to really reflect on why we believe in God. It’s not just because someone told us He exists. A true faith has to be more than that. I’ve found that many of his ‘proofs of God’ are similar to my own thoughts about why I believe God exists. You can read summaries of these proofs by Peter Kreeft here.

When I go into deep thinking about why I believe God exists, here are my main reasons why:

  1. I am here writing this and thinking about it. (Reason and Logic)
  2. Beauty and awe seen in nature (Creation).
  3. 2 +2 = 4 not 3 or 4.99999 (Absolute truths exists)
  4. Mystery. There are things that we can’t explain.
  5. A moral code that has existed throughout humanity’s existence.  (There are positive and negative choices)
  6. Evil, suffering, conflict exists.
  7. Goodness and kindness exist.
  8. Desire for contentment, happiness, love, pleasure and ‘purpose’ in life exists.

I’ll go into more detail for each of those in separate posts.  My purpose for sharing this here isn’t self-seeking or arrogant. I do not pretend I know everything and others are dumb or ‘wrong’; I’m just a simple person, I know very little. I’m not even doing it to try and ‘convert’ or change anyone. In fact, I heartily welcome a healthy and civil conversation about this, even from those who may disagree. I’m sharing it freely for the same reason a museum showcases a beautiful work of art; I too have discovered a Masterpiece that I’d like to share for all the world to see and know.


All week, I’ve been pondering about Pope Benedict XVI’s resignation announcement.

When my friend texted me early Monday morning asking if I’d heard the news about the Pope, I prepared myself for the worst. However, when I saw the words “resignation”, instead of “death” I was stunned.

“What?! Why?! How?” was the collective response heard around the world.

After the initial shock, and upon further investigation, I understood more about the reason for this seemly drastic decision and was relieved to find it was one rooted in honest humility rather than the worst fears in the pit of my stomach (shared by many others I’m sure) .

The answer is simple: The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.(Mt. 14:38)

He knew his own human limitations and was humble enough to stare them straight in the face, acknowledge them, and accept them. Then, out of great love for Christ and the Church, he made maybe one of the hardest decisions of his life –which, if you know much about his life, is saying quite a lot – and surrendered.  Yet, in stepping down from his place on the great seat of St. Peter, he is not abandoning his vocation as a priest or walking away from his Faith in Christ or the Church – quite the contrary. He’s only going deeper into it.

As sad as I am about all this, I feel Pope Benedict gave me a great gift with this and a big sense of relief. No, not relief about him not being Pope anymore, but relief to know that it’s ok to admit that sometimes, we just can’t do it all.

I can’t runaway from my husband or children when the going gets tough, as much as I might joke about it or feel like it some days, I really don’t want to. Marriage to my husband, which now includes a commitment to our children, is the vocation God called me to and the one I accepted and embrace. However, in my vocation I have many roles and responsibilities, some of which I’ve had a choice in and most of which I haven’t.  And then, there are those things that I add onto my already full plate – all those self-imposed expectations and ideas that end up causing immense amounts of stress and cast a shadow on what and who is really important. At the same time, there are many great and wonderful things that I could do and spend agonizing amounts of time wandering if I should do but in reality I know I simply can’t at this time in my life. And that’s ok.  It’s always when I try to do more that I end up doing nothing at all.

Some wonder why Pope Benedict chose this time, right before Lent, to announce his resignation. For me, if it had to happen, I feel it’s the perfect time. The perfect time for all of us to take a step back and re-examine our vocations and our Faith; the perfect time to look at our roles and responsibilities and decide what we can and really cannot do anymore; the perfect time to put our Faith First, then our Works and open the “Door of Faith”, as Pope Benedict has invited us to in this Year of Faith. This Lenten season is the perfect time to do less so that Christ can do more through us and draw us deeper into His Love.


Well, Lent start tomorrow so I guess I’d better decide what to do for this penitentiary season. I find it’s good to mix things up by making a list of things I will not do and things I will do as an offering and sacrifice that unites me to the Cross and brings me closer to God.

I’ve given much thought to this for many days before today, so I’ll be all prepared for Lent tomorrow.

These are the things I’m giving up:

  1. Laundry – it gets in the way of my prayer life and makes me grouchy.
  2. Dishes – it takes time away from my family and makes me grouchy.
  3. Cleaning the house – why bother, it just gets dirty again and I would rather sit and read the bible or pray the rosary instead. Besides, cleaning makes me grouchy, too.
  4. Making food – Jesus went into the desert for 40 days and had Angels waiting on him hand and foot. In order to really understand what he went through, I feel I must give this up also.
  5. Anything that involves time and energy with my kids or husband – my personal spiritual life has been suffering long enough; it’s high time I took a much needed break to get to know myself again. I’ve rented a fully-staffed cottage in an obscure and secret location where I will remain in solitude and prayerful contemplation until the dawn of Easter.

While I’m gone during these 40 days of penitence, prayer, and fasting I am going to:

  1. Sleep more, well in the morning anyway. I’ll stay up late into the night reading blogs, writing blog posts, checking Facebook and Twitter for any updates, or catch up with TV shows or movies I haven’t seen in a while. Then, I’ll sleep in all morning, get up for some lunch, then take a little nap, then some dinner before my late-night binging. I’ll offer up all this sleep for Jesus – the poor guy hardly got any when he was going through his time in the desert with that pesky devil constantly at his side so this will be for him as my penitence.
  2. Pray more. In between my blog binging and naps, I’m going to pray 5 Rosaries a day, 5 Divine Mercy Chaplets, the Liturgy of the Hours and the Angelus at Noon before lunch.
  3. I’m also going to read the whole Bible and the whole Catechism while I’m there. I could do that at night in between status updates and during the Hulu commercials. Or, since I hate commercials, I could force myself to watch those and offer that up for more penitence! Score!
  4. Fasting: Since I’m giving up cooking I guess I’ll have to order in every day. I just hope there is a place close by that offers meatless options without skirting on flavor and nutritional value! (I’m trying eat healthier and what better time than Lent to start!)
  5. With that, since I’m using Lent as a way to improve myself I’m bringing several books along: How to Pray better so God can understand YOU, How to be the Best person EVER!, You First, How to be the BEST parent in the WHOLE Universe, How to Live Your Own Life but Still have a Successful Marriage, and if I have time I’d also like to read Blue Ribbon: One Woman’s journey to winning the Best Wife of the Year Award.

I’m feeling quite satisfied with this list. By Easter I should be rested, renewed and all filled up with myself and ready to do what I think God should want me to do.

 

 

 

 

 

{p.s. If you’re worried this very serious post is in some way making fun of anyone, please be assured the only person I’m making fun of with is me…and perhaps some overzealos Catholics}

Sharing more reflections on the Year of the Faith and Faith & Works today at CatholicMom.

Also, on a similar thought trail…

I heard a conversation about God and religion on NPR today that made me sad but also gave me some food for thought. Typical NPR style, the focus was on living life without believing in God or religion. (Similar to the “Good without God” billboards)

One woman shared that she still likes to attend synagogue and have “quiet time there with her thoughts”. Others shared how they gave up on their religion when they realized none of it actually made any logical, factual or scientific sense. And then it came turn for the Catholic and she, of course, left because of the teachings of the Church she didn’t agree with, namely those pertaining to homosexuality and premarital sex. (Why is that what it always comes down to?)

In each case, all expressed a sense of new-found freedom as they broke loose from their “religious chains” and let go of their dependence on a belief in God. (Although, one of the interviewees did admit that even though he does not believe in God (anymore) he really wants to.)

So I thought about this today and wonder, if they are turning away from God who in exchange are they turning to? Themselves?

God isn’t just some idea or feeling we choose to believe or not believe in. Unlike “Santa Clause”, the “Easter Bunny” and the “Toothfairy”, God is REAL. He’s not just some figment or marketing tool created to make us feel better about ourselves.

He gave us free will but whether I choose to believe in Him or not – He exists.

I have no power over that. What I can do though is choose to believe in Him, LoVE Him, and live my life for Him.

It doesn’t always feel good, in fact there are many times I feel nothing.

But He’s still here. And that, to me, is very reassuring, believing that I have someone – other than myself or any other temporary person/place/thing/idea – Who will be there with me -always.


For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate, he suffered death and was buried

What’s the best thing a person can hear when going through a hard time in life?

“Me, too.”

This isn’t because “misery loves company” or we because like others to suffer too. It’s because we like to know that we are not alone in our suffering or crazy or weird for whatever we are dealing with. As a mom, this is especially helpful when dealing with particular kid-related issues. While I hate for other moms to have a hard time like me, it also helps, in a strange way, to know that others have the same problems. It makes me feel that I and my children are not so strange after all (for the most part) and that I am not alone.

The truth is, we all are suffering in some way. Life is hard; full of aches and pains, both physical and emotional.

Suffering, struggles, hardships, and obstacles — it’s essential to any great story and a basic part of life. Overcoming them is only the climax, what we do afterwards maps out how the story ends.

God did not make it this way in the beginning. He doesn’t allow us to suffer to entertain Himself from a throne while he basks in eternal euphoria in some faraway paradise. God’s Will — what He wants for each of us — is Heaven: paradise, eternal bliss, joy, never-ending peace and tranquility. He does not want us to suffer. Suffering came about because of a great gift He gave us—Free Will.

We make our own choices…create our own ‘destiny’ so to say. God also made us humans – not gods. So, we’re not perfect, we can’t always see what effect our choices will make in our lives and those of others. In other words, we make mistakes. And, sadly, mistakes cause pain and can make hearts turn cold and hard. Most of the suffering in this world comes from these mistakes and untreated pain. Sometimes, however, it has nothing to do with anything we’ve done or haven’t done. This world is beautiful and wonderful, but again…not perfect. We are not immune or immortal, and no amount of drugs or vaccines or vitamins or ‘healthy’ food will ever change this. You can do everything ‘right’ but sickness still happens. Bones break, ligaments stretch, accidents happen; death happens. It’s part of the natural world we live in.

God saw our suffering, he tried to reach out but He felt too faraway and obtuse. So He sent His Son to repair the bridge, to become one of us. He did this not only to be understood, but to understand. He didn’t want to just ‘watch us suffer’, He wanted to be there WITH us. He didn’t come to cheer us on from the sidelines–he came to join in the race and run along right by our sides. He is fully Divine yet also fully human, like us in every way but sin. This doesn’t mean he didn’t suffer. He did. Very much.

He felt hunger. He felt pain. He felt sad, mad, happy, joyful. He knew what it was like to be a baby, to feel frustration when learning to crawl and walk. He knew what it was like to work hard with his family even when he’d rather play or sleep. He knew what it was like to have to listen and obey his parents, even if he thought he knew better (which He probably did but that’s beside the point). He knew what it was like to be tempted, to choose good even when it was so, so hard.

He knew what it was like to have friends…and enemies. He felt love…and betrayal. He saw joy…and sorrow. He saw life…and death. He laughed…He wept.

He was an innocent man; filled with only love for us all. Yet, He was hated, persecuted, treated like a filthy, good-for-nothing, criminal.

They threw heavy rocks at Him, hit Him, beat Him, scourged Him, mocked Him. They stripped His dignity and flaunted it in front of everyone to rip and shred apart. That wasn’t enough.

They forced Him to carry a heavy wooden beam — too heavy for one man to carry on His own, let alone one that was half-dead already. They pushed Him, tripped Him, yelled at Him, spat at Him, showed Him no mercy; kindness was foreign to them.

Then, they took His body, already drenched in sweat and blood, and nailed Him to the cross, raised Him up for all to see, then watched and waited for Him to die. Finally, after all that, He suffered the last and greatest of all human suffering – DEATH.

He could have stopped it, could have climbed off that cross and said, “Forget this, I’m too good for this.”

But He didn’t. He stayed in the game—for YOU.

He joined in our suffering, so that we would not be ALONE. He is here with us still, as we each carry our own crosses, even if they seem light and small compared to His or others–they are OUR crosses. And He is here, to help us along the way.

But, the story doesn’t end there…


What I’m thankful for {steam of conscience unedited version):

Husband amazing loving strong wise patient goofy my rock hanging out under the stars taking pictures together watching movies discussing politics life faith family love children my beautiful happy daughter sweet first-born son energetic three-year-old son my precious baby boy stars the sun’s warmtnth and light night-time home my bed sleep breastfeeding co-sleeping the way my baby feels snuggled up next to me while we sleep the way his head smells so wonderful baby smiles cloth diapers toilet paper diaper wipes cute baby clothes three-year-old squeaky voice three-year-old smiles three-year-old silliness and playtime three-year-old hugs and snuggles first-born son’s gigantic grin and excitement over the smallest things first-born son’s sweetness my daughter’s joy for life that is contagious reading Little House books with her and other books reading books with my kids getting lost in a good book for me art drawing painting creating writing feeling good music dancing laughing so hard I almost pee my pants good movies that make me cry laugh ponder God His Love His Mercy His Compassion His JOY family mom dad together so close generous helpful sister funny creative awesome brothers honorable funny loyal faithful men of integrity compassionate smart teachers of my past and for my children now friends old new forever for a season enriching my life supporting me through the good and the bad nature trees flowers mountains valleys hills oceans lakes rivers streams sunsets sunrises sunsets dawn twilight quiet snow snowmen snowball fights sledding skiing crunchy falling colorful leaves new grass buds butterflies birds food healthy delicious food bon bons hamburgers broccoli salad mango smoothies pina coladas on the beach my kitchen-aid mixer local grocery store less than a minute away water clean pure water clothes warm cool trendy new comfortable practical shoes exercise volleyball walking bike rides with the kids nature walks together praying together alone with friends with Saints for others helping others be loved find love to love health happiness joy love gratitude fulfillment Jesus Mary Church Eucharist Adoration Mass quiet time with God everything He has given me and done for me life; a GOOD Life.

 


Read my recent article at CatholicMom.com about The Worldwide Public Square.

“Go forth and make disciples of the whole world!”

In Christ,

~ Erika

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