Experiencing Jesus washing the feet of his disciples

This is not going to be a polished post. I have let so many opportunities go by because I didn’t have the time to sit down and write a nicely crafted piece on what I wanted to say, so here goes.

Yesterday, in the Catholic religion, was Holy Thursday. It is common for all churches to have a mass and reenact Jesus washing the feet of his disciples as he did at the Last Supper. Last night was no exception.

Normally, we sit in the pews and the group of men sit in the front of the altar while Father washes their feet as Jesus did so long ago. For our church parish, it is normal for a hymn to be sung at this time. My hubby was the musician for last night’s services and he has been suffering from a sinus infection. It is so bad that he sometimes sounds like he’s drowning. Last night he decided to play an entire verse of music before beginning the singing, rather than jumping right in with the lyrics.

Before he could begin singing, our associate pastor, Father Ding, stood up and walked to the altar and opened the book. He began reading about the washing of the feet as our pastor proceeded with the task. He read a passage and then paused, read and paused, and continued on in this manner until the washing was complete. With the background music and his intermittent reading, it allowed the congregation to listen and meditate on what was being said. Instead of merely “watching” the reenactment, we were brought into the scene along with those having their feet washed.

Normally, those having their feet wash experience what it was like, while those of us sitting in the pews are left to “watch”. With Father’s reading, he allowed us to experience what the disciples must have felt.

Then, during the procession around the church (and I’m sure there are more appropriate terms to use), there was silence until the priest began using the incense in front of the tabernacle. At that time, instead of music and singing, hubby sang the song acapella. In years past, there has been music and singing for the procession. The silence was much more reverent and added to the service.

After mass, we took Father Ding to a hospital in New Orleans to visit with one of our parishioners and friends who will be with the Lord soon. We were discussing how reverent the mass services were with those changes tonight. He shared with us that he felt called to do something and he stepped up to the altar with no idea what he was going to do. He thought about singing and jokingly said he didn’t want people to laugh at him (he was joking, he sings quite well) but in the end, he felt moved by the Holy Spirit to read as Father washed the feet.

Father Ding is retiring in a few months and we have been so blessed to have had him with us this past year. He is a wise man and blessed with the Holy Spirit as we have witnessed many times. We witnessed him invoking the Holy Spirit as we prayed with our friend. There was such a calmness and peacefulness in the room. I would consider myself blessed if Father were around when I am dying. He has a compassion that we don’t often see and when he prays, it comes from his soul.

That’s all I have for right now. This was a blessed Holy Thursday this year.

Where has all the hatred gone?

     I was at a Woman of God conference when I sat down and opened up my journal to write. The title I wrote down was “When will healing come?” I felt that it was the appropriate place to meditate on the feelings and emotions that I was feeling at the moment. After writing down the title I put my journal away to listen to a speaker and didn’t think about it again until the next day.

     Strangely enough, as I was ironing, I began to revisit the previous two days I had spent at the conference and what had transpired. God must have sensed me teetering on the brink of moving forward towards my relationship with him and decided it was time He give me a swift kick in the butt. He put people in my path that weekend that He knew would answer some of my questions and clarify others for me. Each of the women whom I was fortunate enough to spend time with had had their own struggles and willingly shared their stories with me and listened as I shared my own struggles.

     To transgress a little, it all began after I arrived at the conference Friday evening. The conference came to order and the Bishop began his welcome speech. I slowly realized that all of the hatred and animosity that I had been harboring towards him for the past two years had miraculously disappeared. As much as I tried, I could not conjure up the angry feelings. They were gone. As I learned in a breakout session, I was caught between resentment and resistance. Finally, I realized that the anger had dissipated. I just could not figure out what was going on. God was going on; I had just not yet come to the point of acceptance.

     The feelings that I had toward the Bishop ran quite deep and that would be a story of its own, perhaps even a novel. It wasn’t until the end of the conference that I realized (probably a knock on the head from God saying “Hello”) that He had taken forgiveness out of my hands and showed me what I was to do with it.

     At the conference I was surrounded by Christian women who seemed to have it all “going on.” They seemed to know where they were going and were doing so with overwhelming confidence. I had a constant longing to be on the same journey as they were; going to the same place that they were. This picture popped into my head of everyone in little cars, sort of like the Dr. Sueus book, “Go Dogs Go.” I have felt many times that I had finally found a car and was on the road but couldn’t find the on-ramp to the freeway. This weekend I felt that not only had I found the on-ramp but I had also started up.  I am still trying to merge and I may be on the on-ramp for a while but I am now aware that I am moving forward in my own journey.

     I was born and raised Catholic but never seemed to grasp what it meant. I would see others with their heads bowed in prayer but the feeling that they seemed to be experiencing always eluded me. Throughout the last few years and after many trips to the “Lost and Found” box, I finally realize what it means to be a Catholic.

     It was a culmination of events and discoveries that led me to this point. My first hurdle was the Lord’s Prayer. After going through a painful divorce and subsequent alienation of my daughters from me, I found this prayer extremely hard to recite, much less feel, especially the part, “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” I struggled with these words. How could I forgive such a horrible act and the person behind it? How could I forgive someone who would betray a child’s confidence with such manipulation? I know that this prayer is a prayer of forgiveness but I just could not forgive. I eventually changed the words so I could pray the Lord’s Prayer. God created me so I am sure he understood. I added the word ‘try.’ I would try to forgive. In time, I was able to move on and eliminate my change.

     At the conference I was lucky enough to speak with a young lady and this subject came up. She is a youth director and she told me that the group of teens that she directs did an exercise where they broke down each line of the Lord’s Prayer. What she told me that I found quite profound was that she teaches the youth that Christ knew how difficult it would be for us to forgive so He left us with the Lord’s Prayer. I had not heard that particular view point before and was intrigued by it. It made sense to me. I could wrap my head around that.

     We also discussed forgiveness. I told her that I was trying hard to keep the forgiveness in my heart but when phone calls from my daughters were not returned or emails left unanswered, the anger would come flooding back. With her wisdom and kind words, I was able to discern between forgiveness and anger, the feeling and the emotion. I can forgive but that doesn’t mean I cannot still be angry.

     Something else that I struggled with for most of my life was that Catholics believe that during the consecration of the host, the wine and bread become the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. No matter how much I thought about it or reasoned with it, I could not grasp the concept. I did eventually come to terms with my own beliefs and those were that in as much as Catholics believed in their heart of hearts that the wine and bread become the body and blood of Jesus, I believed just as deeply that they represented the body and blood of Jesus. Believe me, with this revelation I have sparked many a debate, but have always found that I was not alone and that always surprised me. It seems as though there are many Catholics who struggle with this.

     The young lady that I spoke with revealed a magnificent vision that God gave her. She too, it turns out, had been struggling with this very concept. But first, before telling me of her vision, she told me of a conversation she had with a doctor friend of hers. She giggled as she said she felt doctors were smarted than priests and she was quite interested in hearing of his beliefs. He told her that what cemented the belief for him was realizing the miraculous way the body can turn the food it is fed into blood. She then told me of a vision of Jesus Christ lain out on the alter during the consecration and of his body being offered up to God. Being a “picture” person, this vision from our conversation helped me understand the consecration in a different light. I do not feel that I am at the point of believing that it is the body and blood of Christ but I still feel that it represents him. It does bring up another question that I will eventually need to answer for myself and that is can I still consider myself Catholic if this is my belief. Does this mean another trip to the lost and found?

     I shared with this young lady my beliefs for the offertory part of the mass. A few years ago I read an article explaining the parts of the mass in a religious newspaper. It was told by a woman who claimed that the Blessed Mother had visited her in church and as each part of the mass was happening, she explained the part more fully. The explanation that has stayed with me in the following years was about the offertory. The woman claimed as the gifts were being brought up to the alter, angels would leave the people in the pews to bring forth their prayers. Some of the angels were glowing, others more solemn, and still others hung their heads and were quite sad. When the woman inquired as to why this was happening, the Blessed Mother told her that the people who had God in their lives and had a lot to offer were the one with the angels who glowed. The angels of those who were troubled and had few prayers to take to the alter were the more solemn angels. And lastly, the downtrodden, the down and out, those with little hope or faith had angels who could only hang their heads as they had very little to offer. I told her that this story almost always comes back to me at this time in church and I try to have my prayers ready so that my angel will have an abundance of prayers to take up to the altar to offer to God for me.

     Another part of the mass that has become quite clear in meaning to me is the Eucharistic Prayer. I was browsing through my bible during bible study one day when I came upon a passage explaining that the Eucharistic Prayer is a reenactment of the Last Supper with Jesus and his disciples. I find that instead of being distracted by the long prayer, I am now able to focus and understand what is happening. And so with all of these little pieces fitting together like a puzzle, the Catholic mass has begun to make sense and I feel more like a Catholic than I have ever felt before.

     The weekend that I spent at the Women’s Conference was an enlightening one. God put quite a few women in my path to help me along my journey. There were some great messages being showered upon all who attended and many prayers answered.

     And while my life is void of my daughters for the present time, I can feel free to enjoy those that God has blessed me with in my life right now. I have to trust that I am where I am supposed to be, that God will meet me here, and that He has a plan. And, He will reveal that plan in His time. And maybe my trips to the Lost and Found will become less frequent as my faith continues to grow, although I am sure there will be many fender benders as I inch my way up the on-ramp towards the freeway as I continue my journey. And if I can forgive the Bishop, who knows what else I can do?

First appeared 4/16/2010

The World is My Oyster and I Don't Know How to Cook by Christy Potter – Review

CoverAward-winning writer and longtime journalist Christy Potter has released a new book that is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

The book, “The World Was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook,” is available from Amazon for Kindleor in Paperback, on Barnes & Noble for Nook, on iTunes for iPad, and on CreateSpace.com in paperback.

“The World Was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook” is a compilation of essays, interviews and short stories Potter has written over the past several years. After a 23-year career in journalism, Potter said she decided to put some of her favorite pieces into one collection for her readers, as well as for herself.

In her independent review, Lauren Mack, founder and editor of The Well Written Woman, called the book “comfortable.”

“At the core of ‘The World was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook’ is the growth of a writer through patience, understanding the inspiration of others, and taking the chance on a dream she knows can be truth,” Mack said. “By reaching out to people on the street, interviewing authors, and examining her own peculiarities, Christy Potter lends her voice on how to not only be a writer, but to experience life as a writer. Inspiration is all around us.”

Potter said for her, the book is extremely personal.

“I’ve never been anything but a writer,” she said. “And when I started going through my past work to put this collection together, I realized all over again just how much I love what I do.”

A native of the Midwest, Potter started her journalism career in 1989. She moved to New Jersey almost 20 years ago and has worked for a number of newspapers and magazines throughout the area. Five years ago, she started her blog, www.ChristytheWriter.com, which has garnered a loyal following. It features her writing, as well as interviews with well-known writers.

“I call my blog a celebration of inspiration,” Potter said. “The theme is ‘Inspiration is Everywhere,’ and I write about what inspires me, or what others tell me inspires them. It’s about finding beauty and meaning in every moment, including those that may not seem so beautiful.”

Some of the essays are humorous, others poignant.

“I have written about my own life as I approach middle age and still wonder who I am and who I’m going to be, as I wrestle with fertility issues and family drama and just… life,” she said. “I also talk to writers whose work I love. I interviewed Lois Lowry, whose books I grew up on. I talked to P.F. Kluge, who wrote ‘Dog Day Afternoon’ and ‘Eddie and the Cruisers.’ I had a defining moment when Janet Evanovich, now a bestselling novelist, told me about the day she took a box full of her rejection slips outside and burned them. Those are the moments I can relate to – that we can all relate to.”

Potter also included some short stories, poems, and a couple of what she calls “language experiments.”

“I love to play with language,” she explained. “I like to push the envelope and take language and writing right to the brink of wrong. For example, I used to make my college professors crazy by sticking sentence fragments in my papers now and then. They’re not proper English, but I’d use them sparingly, for emphasis, and I’d always get away with it. The ability to manipulate language to make it fit what I want to say is one of my favorite things about being a writer.”

Potter’s long career as a journalist taught her not only interview skills, but how to listen and observe and then bring all that together in her writing.

“To me, writing is as much a science as it is an art,” she said. “When I talk to someone – and everyone has a story to tell – I can feel the piece coming together in my head. It’s the same when I’m writing a short story or an essay. The stories tell themselves, really. I’m just the messenger.”

For more information on ordering “The World Was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook,” click here. For more of Christy Potter’s work, visit her blog at www.ChristytheWriter.com.

My Review – 

I must admit that I’ve been putting off writing this review. It is a hard book to review. It is personal stories and there are many different types of stories in the book. I thought some of the stories were good, some bored me, and some I didn’t care for. I realize this type of book is very personal in whether you enjoy it or not and I hesitate to tell anyone not to buy a book.

I am going to give this book three stars. It wasn’t for me. If you would like to try the book out, Amazon allows you to download a snippet of books to Kindle. And always remember, everyone’s taste differs and you may actually enjoy this book.

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A Boy back from Heaven by Celeste and Matthew Goodwin (Review, Giveaway)

Mommy, are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t want to come back?” 
Celeste and Billy Goodwin sighed in deep relief when their four-year-old son Matthew finally came to consciousness after critical surgery. But just when they seemed to be in the clear, Matthew’s eyes rolled back in his head and he became unresponsive for several harrowing minutes. 

Doctors called the episode a medical anomaly, but what really happened can only be described as a miracle. When Matthew returned it was with a perspective and wisdom about life and love that was far beyond his years. Experience the serenity of heaven through a child’s eyes as you read Matthew’s true account of his walk with angels and his shocking revelation months later about the angels’ identities.”

Celeste Goodwin: (From Goodreads) As much as we plan and prepare, there are times when our lives simply don’t turn out as we anticipate. If someone would have asked me at 20 where I saw myself at 40, I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams the mountains and turns that were ahead for me. 

In 2007 my little boy, Matthew, nearly lost his life to hypertension. In the spring of that same year, Matthew shared a very real and life altering experience with our family. On the day his little body almost lost it’s battle to live, he took an amazing walk with four angels. It was an experience filled with peace, calm, and healing. He visited a place he said he never wanted to leave. My book, A Boy Back From Heaven, shares Matthew’s insightful journey.

I discovered much about myself and the strength that can be pulled from places I never knew existed deep within my soul. My faith was tested, but Matthew’s health crisis brought me closer to God and gave me a deeper understanding and perspective of the importance of Christ in our lives and the unending love He shows to us all. I find healing through sharing with others just how powerful and life affirming prayer can be.

Now I find myself as a Christian speaker, patient advocacy presenter and educator in healthcare forums, mom, wife, activist, author, and motivator.

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My Review:

One afternoon following his visit to school, we were playing on the floor with Conner when Matthew had an unusual request. He asked for me to read from the Bible. He had always liked story books, but it was different for him to ask for a reading from the Bible…I went to his room and grabbed his children’s Bible from his bookshelf…Mathew said, ‘No , Mom, I want you to read from your Bible.’…’Where do you want me to start?’ I honestly had no idea which scripture or book to read from. I wasn’t sure what was troubling his heart at that moment, but thought that maybe text regarding healing and God’s power to make the sick well would be something appropriate…Matthew took the book, opened it, and pointed firmly at what he wanted me to read. It was from the book of John. John 3:16 to be exact. ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ He looked completely content after I finished the sentence. I was puzzled, surprised, and amazed all at once.

I asked, ‘Matthew, do you understand what those words mean?’ He looked at me like I had completely lost my mind and said, ‘Of course, Mom! Do you know what they mean?’ I giggled and said, ‘Well, I’m not sure. Can you help me out and explain it?’ He proudly sat up with his little Hot Wheels car in his hand and gave me an explanation that God loves each of us so much that He sent his very own Son to die on the cross for all of the bad things we have done. He asked, ‘Mommy, do you know what sin is?’

‘Yes, it is when we do something wrong or bad that God would not like,’ I replied. He smiled again and, with the amusement of a teacher whose student just answered the most difficult of questions, gave me a huge hug.

The story isn’t long, one hundred forty-four pages, but it packs a wallop. There is a saying, ‘Out of the mouths of babes.’ God says we need to have a child’s faith. This book provides a value lesson in just that way.

The book is written by mom, Celeste Goodwin, as she takes us back several years to a tumultuous time in their lives as little Matthew, after a battery of illnesses and tests, is finally diagnosed with childhood high blood pressure and kidney failure that threatens his very existence. Family photos scattered throughout the book bring the book alive.

Celeste writes of her family’s journey as they nurse Matthew through sicknesses and non-diagnostic tests, until finally Matthew is diagnosed. Where a diagnosis should have brought relief, it instead brought more questions. Just as Matthew was being prepped to make the trip from one hospital to another, he slips into unconsciousness. It will be months later before his parents learn of his journey during those precious moments of trying to bring him back.

When Matthew does open up, it is with a story of walking with angels and glowing white lights. Upon exiting his mother’s office one afternoon, he is drawn to a photo and identifies the people in the photo as the angels. It is a picture of his mother’s grandparents whom he has never met. Through many telling’s of the story, Matthew’s words have been consistent, and his family believes he was one of only a few whom God has chosen to show a glimpse of eternity.

Matthew’s story is a powerful one, and he is not afraid to talk about it. His faith runs deep and his words show maturity far beyond his age. It is a story that will show a test of faith and a parent’s will to put her child and trust in God. A Boy back from Heaven will inspire your own journey on this earth.

On another note, while the book has a powerful message to tell, I thought the writing was redundant at times. I had no problems with the grammar, but I thought parts of the book could have benefited from further editing. Having said that, I am giving A Boy back from Heaven four stars.

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Chasing Norie by Sophie Dawson (Review)

From Award Winning Author Sophie DawsonStones Creek: A New Series

The Civil War has been over for two years. Two young women step off the train in Stones Creek, Colorado at the same time. One is returning to the family and ranch she loves, the other starting a new life leaving the memories which haunt her behind.

˃˃˃ Norie is finally back on the Colorado ranch she loves.

She had spent the Civil War years in Indiana going to school. Norie is anxious to get back on her horse and gallop across the range. Skilled, smart and independent, there’s nothing she thinks is out of reach.

˃˃˃ Linc, her father’s ranch foreman, has a different view of things.

There are just certain things that a girl shouldn’t do; ride unrideable horses, shoot and throw knives better than a man. He doesn’t understand his boss’s pride in her since her antics scare him spit-less.

˃˃˃ Sparks tend to fly when the two are together.

Doesn’t she understand he’s only trying to keep her safe? Will her father object to his growing attraction to her?

Why can’t Linc accept her for who she is and why does he have to be so handsome?

Will God show them how to understand their differences?

About the Author

Sophie Dawson has been making up stories in her head ever since she was a child. She lives with her husband on the family farm in Illinois. Two grown sons, a daughter-in-law and granddaughter round out her immediate family. Sophie does all kinds of needlework and was a professional machine quilter in the past. She loves to travel, read, garden and now write. In her books, Sophie shares the wisdom God has taught her in stories of faithful living. Her hope is to demonstrate how acting and reacting in the way the Bible teaches can bring a positive impact on her readers.

My thoughts on the book:

CHASING NORIE is the second book that I’ve read by Sophie Dawson, the first being Leah‘s Peace.  I love the authenticity of the books and the humor of the author. Both go a long way to making such a book an enjoyable read. The characters are well-developed and fun. There is mischief around each bend as Norie is very strong willed having grown up on a ranch. She can shoot, throw a knife, and ride like the wind on a horse. Sophie Dawson had me believing I was Norie.

CHASING NORIE coincides with Leah’s Peace and there is some overlap of the story in that both books take place at the same time. I felt there was just enough overlap to allow a reader, who has not yet read the other book, to enjoy the story and learn about the characters of the little western town. I also like the Christian undertone of Sophie Dawson’s books. There are several men in Stone’s Creek who preach the Sunday lesson since clergymen were scarce, and there is always a lesson in the book; one that we could all use.

“As the congregation began to sing Norie heard a discordant sound. Someone was very off-key. Focusing on where the noise was coming from she realized it was from the young woman in front her. Inwardly groaning she tried to maintain a worshipful attitude but the awful sound made it difficult. The head of the small boy in Sara’s arms lifted off her shoulder. He looked at the woman then reached over and closed her hymnal. The entire row Norie was in as well as those behind burst out laughing. The toddler’s innocent action had accomplished what no adult would have dared say.”

I really can’t give too many quotes from the book, because it would give away too much. It was such a fun read and I highly recommend both books. I’m giving CHASING NORIE five stars. Read my review of Leah’s Peace here: http://wp.me/p1nV7v-wQ (I haven’t figured out links yet.)

“Norie didn’t appreciate Linc gathering several knitting projects as well as some of the turquoise and silver beads hidden under chairs and tables then giving them to her with a scowl on his face. She had tried, really tried, at least in her mind to put her things away but somehow Linc seemed to always find at least one she’d missed. He had taken to bringing her hat which hadn’t managed to stay on the hook when she’d thrown it in that direction. Her jacket also would show up on her chair at the dining table fairly regularly. He never said anything. He just handed the items to her or left them on her chair.”


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Leah's Peace by Sophie Dawson (Review)

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Stones Creek Series 1 & 2
The Civil War has been over for two years. Two young women step off the train in Stones Creek, Colorado at the same time. One is returning to the family and ranch she loves, the other starting a new life leaving the memories which haunt her behind.

˃˃˃ Leah, trying to flee her memories of the Civil War.

She moves to Stones Creek, Colorado in 1867 following the death of her surgeon father. She had followed along as he treated Union soldiers in battle after battle. All she wants to do is forget, especially the handsome physician whose career she knew she had destroyed.

˃˃˃ Eli, rejected by his parents because of his scarred face and arm.

He moved to Stones Creek following a war buddy and has found welcome. Eli is puzzled by the newcomer Leah’s coldness and avoidance.

˃˃˃ Each wonders about the other.

Why does this woman, who is friendly to everyone else in town, reject his offer of friendship? Why does she avoid looking at his face?
How can she have peace knowing she is responsible for his scars? How could God have lead her to a town where the one person she wanted to forget lives, works and wants to be her friend?

Sophie Dawson
 has been making up stories in her head ever since she was a child. She lives with her husband on the family farm in Illinois. Two grown sons, a daughter-in-law and granddaughter round out her immediate family. Sophie does all kinds of needlework and was a professional machine quilter in the past. She loves to travel, read, garden and now write. In her books, Sophie shares the wisdom God has taught her in stories of faithful living. Her hope is to demonstrate how acting and reacting in the way the Bible teaches can bring a positive impact on her readers.


My Review:

LEAH’S PEACE by Sophie Dawson is one of those sweet historical western romances that you can curl up in a chair with and enjoy, becasue the book is more about the journey than a thick guessing plot. Something different in this book that is not always shared in other historical romances was the faith the characters had in God. And, at the center of the book were the lessons we learn from trusting God in our everyday living.

I have always found historical romances intriguing because of the history in them and the way some authors are able to bring that history alive for the readerLEAH’S PEACE accomplishes this with the addition of fun characters and lots of love, from the youngest member of the book to the oldest.

LEAH’S PEACE is the first in the Stone’s Creek series and the characters of the second book, Chasing Nori make their debut in this book. The reader can easily see that the fun and love will flow into the second book seamlessly.

I really enjoyed LEAH’S PEACE and I am giving it 5 stars. I will definitely be reading the second book in the series.

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