Speed of God
Do you think of the speed of sound often?
When approaching a crowded place, all you hear is a murmur of people talking. There are different conversations going on in between the groups of people, but it’s hard to make out the individual conversations from a distance. Once you enter into the midst of the commotion, then you can make out the different conversation happening around you. Unfortunately, sometimes that means you are in a coffee shop and it’s impossible to focus because you are too close to a guy who is into too much detail about his real estate portfolio.
Sound has a way of captivating the mind and producing an experience unlike any other. Our ability to hear these sounds adds to our experience of whatever we are doing and it can completely change the way we remember a moment. This is why people pay more money to sit closer to the court at a basketball game, the stage at a Broadway show, or the main attraction at any other event. Being able to hear the sounds of those playing the game or the transitions that happen at the show. It allows us to enter into the minds of those who are apart of the show.
It’s also a huge reason WHY people want to be at the event. They want to be a part of the crowd, hear the uproar when something magnificent happens, and wait in silence in anticipation for the next move. Imagine the sounds of the Roman Colosseum in its heyday and the crowds of people shouting in sheer excitement to see the gladiator.
Come Holy Spirit
“All these devoted themselves with one accord to prayer.” -Acts 1:14
As we complete our Holy Spirit Novena, it is a great time to celebrate this Liturgical day along with exploring what a Novena is and how this ancient form of prayer connects to Pentecost Sunday.
Novenas have enriched my life in so many unique ways. From my very first Novena said many years ago to St. Thérèse of Lisieux to recently completing nine days of nine-hour novenas to St. Expeditus, my love of this traditional prayer has grown exponentially.
Be Not Afraid
The week we were leaving, I was scared out of my mind. I tend to get really anxious and worked up, so I went to Adoration to let it all out and pray for protection.
As I was sitting in my parish’s Adoration chapel, I looked up and I saw the words painted behind the monstrance - Be not afraid, follow me. I had seen those words on the wall for years, but on that day it was like they jumped off the wall. I even felt the Lord continue, “Follow me to Poland.”
Who’s your hero?
Who is your hero?
Growing up, I heard this question every now and again at school assemblies, from coaches, my church group, my own parents. When asked, “Who is your hero?” my younger self never quite knew how to respond.
“Who is my hero? There’s got to be someone, Lucas.”
Mic’d Up, Part 2
Last week, I shared a story about talking out loud to myself, and realizing I was still wearing a clip-on microphone. I reflected on our inclination, as Christians and as people, to hide our internal dialogue and remain anonymous.