Saturday, October 25, 2014

A Golf Shot

The ball was buried in the bunker. It was up close enough against the lip of the sand trap that I couldn’t place both feet in the bunker. My left foot was on the grass, my root foot in the sand. He said, “turn the club forward, close it down” Though the ball was enfolded in sand, I swung and popped the ball onto the green, leaving myself a putt for Par. “That was a golf shot,” he exclaimed. It’s one of the highest compliments I think anyone can receive on the golf course.  It’s my personal favorite.

Dad usually proclaims this affirmation after a “feel” shot - one that requires a seemingly effortless touch to obtain both the right speed and the right direction. (You might think that’s obviously the goal, what’s the big deal? Executing this combination is a hell of a lot harder than it looks). One of the things I love about a golf shot, besides the feeling of hitting the sweet spot, is that it exudes athleticism and ease while having a stack of knowledge behind the finesse.  It’s an acquired feel, usually earned after working through the unfeeling and wrong feeling of many previous attempts, coupled with the knowledge of the right weight and speed of how to best approach the shot.  

True on the golf course, the process of learning and pursuing excellence applies also to the spiritual life.
A repetition of virtuous action is necessary for us to strengthen our spiritual and moral muscles. We need to cultivate our response but also our disposition of receptivity.  Is prayer difficult for you? Feel like God doesn’t hear or that you can’t listen? It’s like any relationship. Communication gets easier with practice.  The other day Matthew Kelly subbed for me (via Itunes) and he spoke about starting out in prayer. He spent 10 minutes a day and in the beginning, he would sit in the Church planning his day. After a few weeks he moved to listing all he needed God to do, told Him to get busy, and he’d be back tomorrow. And then he had a decision to make and Matthew asked God what did He think he should do. He said that’s when things changed. It’s a relationship.

When I think about the beautiful gift of married love, especially amongst the old faithful, you can see they love with a “golf shot” kinda “feel” love. Not the Hallmark feelings kind of love but a love that is tried and true and instinctual. Do we strive to live this kind of love with God? When are you investing in your relationship with God today? For how long? Where will you pray? How will you pray/listen? Maybe it’s just setting time aside to list three things you are thankful for, maybe it’s a rosary without distractions, maybe it’s a commitment to going to Mass and or going to Confession before receiving the Eucharist if you previously missed Mass. Maybe it’s praying grace before meals.  Maybe it’s dusting off the Bible to hear His promises as a personal letter for YOU. Whatever it is - pick one. One place, one time, one way. And be open to the gift of change for “Our lives change when our habits change.”

One of the things about a feel shot is that there is a tempo kind of timing to it - controlled and steady. Let us consistently live lives of extraordinary generosity. Let us be thankful to God for all He has given and for the invitation to learn to hit the “feel shots” of moral and spiritual excellence. Let us be transformed by Love knowing anytime we give to the Lord it is returned exponentially as He desires our happiness and fulfillment more than we do. We can’t love who we don’t know and we can’t know if we don’t go - to Mass, Confession, the Bible, the classroom of silence. Let us go joyfully.

Verso l’alto,
Kathryn Grace

But I don’t worry ‘cause
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this mama said
It takes a little time sometime
to get your feet back on the ground


Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don’t worry ‘bout where it’s going, ,no, no
Don’t fly, mister blue bird, I’m just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know




Sunday, October 19, 2014

An Employment Issue

One of the biggest sources of comedy at camp were the group of counselors I liked to call the young guns - the kids who were as green as the grass at the beginning of the season who swore they had enough experience to run camp.  Though they barely knew how to get to camp without the help of two parents, eight phone calls, and 84 emails or facebook messages (because let’s be real, writing an electronic letter is sooo old school), they inevitably would make priceless comments that highlighted an eager willingness and a blind naivete before the campers arrived.  Days later their grand visions of running an entire age group were challenged by just trying to get 10 kids dressed for breakfast. Let me highlight, this is not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination!  

Lately, life feels like a conglomerate of moving puzzle pieces. “If you could move this one to the right and this one to the left, and if you could have done it yesterday it would have been helpful,” I annotated to God the way I think things ought to be.

Now, if God is as sassy as I can be I imagine His response would be: “Yes, and if you’d let me be God and you be you, we’d be better off as well.” Noted, the sass factor of God has not been documented in (any?) theological textbooks to my knowledge so this is written only under the authority that I am a Confirmed Christian who at times drips with New York sarcasm and sass and who appreciates that God speaks my language in order that I can understand my own ridiculousness at times.

They say it takes 10,000 hours to master something. When we’ve gotten to the level of mastery or even significant success in some areas of our lives it’s easy to start thinking I should have mastery over all areas of my life. The fact is, though, the Christian life, the Christian vocation, is fraught with mystery and wonder. And no matter how much we have “mastered” being a Christian there is still so much to learn, as we are an infinite distance from Perfect Love Himself.

God gently reminded me that I was acting like a young gun this week. It was an employment issue. I wanted to be God instead of trusting Him. His words from Job echoed:  

“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
    Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements—surely you know!
    Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk,
    or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together,
    and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
(Job 38:4-7)

To reverse the employment issue, I had to recognize and live the wisdom
Father Cavanaugh
gave Rudy: “There is a God and I’m not Him.” Let us trust and return with all of our heart. Let us live with the confidence that His benefits plan trumps any other and His life insurance plan is filled with good things – “a future and a hope” (Jer. 29:11).

Verso l’alto,
KGRC

Now I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind freed from the lies

Here I go again
I often stop to wonder how this comes to be
Such a glorious love, such a beautiful mystery


Take this cup away from me and find another one
Or give me strength to follow you and say your will be done



*I love finding new artists: PJ Anderson and Connor Flanagan is where it’s at, kids! They know what’s up J

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Rise

If I had a dollar for every time a doctor asked me a question above my pay grade as a patient, I’d have my co-pays covered for the past year without a blink of an eye. “If you don’t have any of the symptoms of any of the major diseases, why are your levels so high?” she pressed me for an answer. “I have no idea,” I responded quietly.

I may have no idea but I can tell you I’ve thought and wondered the same thing for a long time. Long enough that I should have just booked the darn appointment weeks ago so I could have heard the doctor’s befuddlement and the assignment, I mean prescription, to go get more blood work done. Even as someone who is a fairly experienced patient, I still hesitate over potentially difficult news even though I know searching for the diagnosis is the first step towards the solution. But knowing something in your head and even when you know it in your heart there are times when the chasm between where you are and where you need to go has you paralyzed.

Similarly, this might be the case when we need to make a lifestyle change or when we experience the onslaught of the waves of life. When we’ve come to expect the rolling in of the continuous tide, we can sometimes hold our breathe and duck under, maybe even long after the tide has rolled out because our expectations have us expecting difficulty. Like the woman who was accused of adultery, let us hear the words of Christ: “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11 She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and do not sin again.”[a] Let us lift up our eyes to see the hand that’s outstretched to help us up. Let us rise with the peace of the resurrection.

Verso l’alto,
Kathryn 

Come on up for the rising
Come on up lay your hands in mine

I will go

Open your up your eyes
You’ve got to rise up when this world has got you down

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfa3GZOEb38

We will rise out of the darkness
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5m4N69UjQA

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Beautiful Mess

One of the benefits of Anatomy 101 (I mean being a PT patient for a few years) is that you learn it’s all connected. The other day at yoga the instructor asked if my hamstrings were tight. I refrained from verbalizing the sarcastic reply, which insinuated my belief that if we still lived in the time and age of printed encyclopedias my picture would be sitting pretty next to tight hamstrings

Nonetheless, a few days later I was doing this meditative yoga, which infuriates the hell out of me because you seemingly do nothing and yet the effects are unreal. In the midst of it, I recognized I had a knot in my low back that could support the weight of the globe on the shoulders of Atlas. No wonder my hamstrings were tight.

“Every effect has a cause,” my own words from class the other day echoed back to me. Though I can trace tight hamstrings to poor posture while reading and sitting too much, I realize it’s harder to ask and understand the question which holds the cause of suffering as it pertains to good people.

I’m not going to attempt a treaty on this question, as the discourse that has been written is vast. Rather, the past few days I’ve seen the “cause and effect” of my own personal suffering in light of Love. As the God of life and love leads me through suffering, He walks with me and shepherds me with gratuitous love. I’ve seen the causes of other’s actions and uncontrollable circumstances open up and effect a new reality within and for me. Like Job, I can’t say I’ve liked the way God has communicated His love at times nor can I say I understand it, but I trust that even in the midst of suffering the Lord’s cause is always His steadfast love and the effects, when we cooperate, can transform a seeming mess into a beautiful one.

The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord - Job 1: 21

Verso l’alto,
K. Grace


Find a place that we find rest in this beautiful mess
You made us beautiful despite all our mess
We are created for holiness


What you don’t have you don’t need it now

Blessed are you
You are good to me

My heart will choose to say
Blessed be Your name



You can focus on what you’ve been through or what you’ve come through.