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Today I will reflect on this picture - a rainbow, clear and big in the sky. A bow of colour, made from the mingling of water and light rays passing through. A phenomenon that reveals the beauty of nature, if only one stops to look. In the Bible, the rainbow was a way that God made his covenant to Noah after the great flood - a sign of mercy, a sign of hope, a sign of love.
Every time I go to mass (reluctantly) after I’ve fallen, it is hard for me. I know that I am unworthy to receive Him in the Eucharist, I feel that I will be a half-participant in the celebration, so why go? But the fear of committing another grave sin - of missing Sunday mass - keeps me going. And that is a grace in itself, for when I go to church, even in my tainted state, I encounter the Christ.
In my darkness of sin, I want the light, I yearn for the light, but my sin hates the light. It dispels the light within me, and tries to surround itself more and more with darkness (and more and more sin). In a metaphor, it is like the rain in the garden-space of my heart, with dark gloomy nimbus clouds hanging low and blocking out all the sun in the sky.
Yet whenever I go to mass, I consciously go against this desire to keep hidden, and I expose myself (although in truth, I am always exposed, just like Adam was always exposed to God in his sin, but God was patient with Adam as He is patient with me) to God in my sinfulness. I say to myself and to God, ‘I know I am unworthy, but the more I hide the worse it becomes, and I know only one person who can help me - You, my Lord.’ In that moment, even though I cannot receive Him bodily, I still receive the graces (http://wdtprs.com/blog/2011/09/quaeritur-why-bother-going-to-mass-in-the-state-of-sin-fr-z-rants-with-hellfire-and-brimstone/) within the liturgy and the blessing. It is like the light I let through the clouds, and when water and light ways meet, guess what - a rainbow appears. 
God’s rainbow did not come from him drawing one in my heart, but from the work of His grace and my work - grace working on nature to slowly bring to perfection what God has called to be (http://scholastictheology.com/2012/03/11/grace-does-not-destroy-but-rather-perfects-nature/). Just like the prodigal son, he did not find joy in his father’s house by staying as a pig-feeder, but by making the decision to return home, where his father joyously met him along his way, when he was still ‘a long way off’. A rainbow. 
Thank you Lord, for giving me hope when my nature pulls me down in discouragement. Thank you for your graces that you shower upon me, and for your love, that believes in me despite all that I say or do. Let me never forget your rainbow. 
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asplendidbeginning:

Today I will reflect on this picture - a rainbow, clear and big in the sky. A bow of colour, made from the mingling of water and light rays passing through. A phenomenon that reveals the beauty of nature, if only one stops to look. In the Bible, the rainbow was a way that God made his covenant to Noah after the great flood - a sign of mercy, a sign of hope, a sign of love.

Every time I go to mass (reluctantly) after I’ve fallen, it is hard for me. I know that I am unworthy to receive Him in the Eucharist, I feel that I will be a half-participant in the celebration, so why go? But the fear of committing another grave sin - of missing Sunday mass - keeps me going. And that is a grace in itself, for when I go to church, even in my tainted state, I encounter the Christ.

In my darkness of sin, I want the light, I yearn for the light, but my sin hates the light. It dispels the light within me, and tries to surround itself more and more with darkness (and more and more sin). In a metaphor, it is like the rain in the garden-space of my heart, with dark gloomy nimbus clouds hanging low and blocking out all the sun in the sky.

Yet whenever I go to mass, I consciously go against this desire to keep hidden, and I expose myself (although in truth, I am always exposed, just like Adam was always exposed to God in his sin, but God was patient with Adam as He is patient with me) to God in my sinfulness. I say to myself and to God, ‘I know I am unworthy, but the more I hide the worse it becomes, and I know only one person who can help me - You, my Lord.’ In that moment, even though I cannot receive Him bodily, I still receive the graces (http://wdtprs.com/blog/2011/09/quaeritur-why-bother-going-to-mass-in-the-state-of-sin-fr-z-rants-with-hellfire-and-brimstone/) within the liturgy and the blessing. It is like the light I let through the clouds, and when water and light ways meet, guess what - a rainbow appears. 

God’s rainbow did not come from him drawing one in my heart, but from the work of His grace and my work - grace working on nature to slowly bring to perfection what God has called to be (http://scholastictheology.com/2012/03/11/grace-does-not-destroy-but-rather-perfects-nature/). Just like the prodigal son, he did not find joy in his father’s house by staying as a pig-feeder, but by making the decision to return home, where his father joyously met him along his way, when he was still ‘a long way off’. A rainbow. 

Thank you Lord, for giving me hope when my nature pulls me down in discouragement. Thank you for your graces that you shower upon me, and for your love, that believes in me despite all that I say or do. Let me never forget your rainbow. 

Plz make me happy…

  • take his hand
  • give him a half-look
  • smile
  • look away
  • trail your nails lightly up his arm
  • over his shoulder
  • and poke his neck
  • scoot closer to him
  • cuddle
  • snuggle
  • try to push him over
  • let him try to push you over
  • stand up
  • stretch
  • grab his arm
  • pull
  • lean back
  • right as he’s about to stand up…jump into his lap

fornowjustcarryon:

farfromourvices:

A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.

Every single one.

this gave me chills.

Reblogging this again because it matters.

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