I suppose I must get out of the mindset that I must write the Great American Novel every time I post in this blog. I titled this post "The Latest" hoping to relate the most recent events in my life but I seet his as a lost cause because I scarcely know where to begin.
I guess I could start with my sister Laura finally getting pregnant! I'm going to be an aunt! I bet most of you know that already. Blast. Well, in any case, she is due to give birth to my very first nephew August 31st.
How many of you know my other sister Amy is getting married this fall? Not many I think. Naturally, I'm one of the bride's maids, and honoured to be so. She has also requested that I sing Ave Verum Corpus for the communion meditation. I'm a bit nervous seeing how I've never performed in front of that many people and I will be also singing in the presence of our Bishop because he is marrying Amy and Nick. Should be fun. I hear chewing gum beforehand helps with nervousness. Hmmmm.
I've also obtained my driver's license, FINALLY. I feel so indepedent. It has been wonderful being able to leave anywhere I want without making my poor mother come to be the licensed driver. Now I'm going to start actively looking for a job. I haven't had much luck in that department lately. I'll do anything except "work the corner" for money. I'm so desprate.
As far as my studies goes. I am working on a distance learning program at the moment to obtain all the high school credits I need. Not many people know this but I am starting to reconsider going to Nursing School (not many people knew I wanted to be a nurse when I was 11 either). I think I'm going to work towards it. So prayers are welcome.
I have decided that I need to get out. Being in Maine has been eating away at my soul. I want a change of scenery. I love my friends very much but I have found that we are going to have to separate eventually anyway. We'll all go to our prospective colleges and meet knew friends and start our individual lives. The thought of starting a clean slate is overwhelmingly empowering. I want to go somewhere where no one knows me. Where no one is judging me based on what they know of my character as I was in my teen years. I feel like those years were so unforgiving and quite possibly the worst years of my life so far. I'm starting a new decade and I feel like a new person. I don't know how the idea of going to college made its way into my future plans. It may have had something to do with having my heart broken continuously and in the same way each time. I don't wish to dwell on that subject too long for if I do, the past will consume my being like decay. How do I know this? Because I've been weak enough to let it take over before.
There is my story for now.
~Kathryn
I cannot believe I have not posted a new entry in this blog since September '07. I'm sorry! It wouldn't surprise me if no one read this anymore.
Honestly, I cannot say there is much for me to write about. Life goes through cycles it seems, and it would appear I'm going through that part of the cycle where everything is stabilized and unaffected. Yes, I have had my mishaps for I cannot say my life is perfect. One learns to get by with the grace God gives us. I don't believe I would have survived these past few months if it were not for the wonderful family I have been privileged to be a part of.
Anyway, enough of this fiddle faddle about the ups and downs of my spastic, unstable juvenile life. I suppose I'll post something interesting after this entry, for this content is certainly not enticing at all.
God Bless,
~kathryn
Hieromartyr Januarius the Bishop of Benevento, and his companions, at Pozzuoli
Hieromartyr Januarius Bishop of Beneventum, and the deacons Proculus, Sossius and Faustus, Desiderius the Reader, Eutychius and Acution suffered martyrdom for Christ about the year 305 during the persecution ordered by the emperor Diocletian (284-305).
They arrested St Januarius and led him to trial before Menignus, the governor of Campagna (central Italy). Because of his firm confession of Christianity, they threw the saint into a red-hot furnace. But like the Babylonian youths, he came out unharmed. Then at Menignus's command, they stretched him out on a bench and beat him with iron rods until his bones were exposed.
In the crowd were Deacon Faustus and the Reader Desiderius, who wept at the sight of their bishop's suffering. The pagans surmised that they were Christians, and threw them into prison with the hieromartyr Januarius, in the city of Puteolum. At this prison were two deacons who had been jailed for confessing Christ: Sts Sossius and Proculus, and also two laymen, Sts Eutychius and Acution.
On the following morning they led out all the martyrs into the circus to be torn to pieces by wild beasts, but the beasts would not touch them. Menignus claimed that all the miracles were due to sorcery on the part of the Christians, and immediately he became blinded and cried out for help. The gentle hieromartyr Januarius prayed for his healing, and Menignus recovered his sight. The torturer's blindness of soul, however, was not healed. He accused the Christians of sorcery, and ordered the martyrs beheaded before the walls of the city (+ 305).
Christians from surrounding cities took up the bodies of the holy martyrs for burial, and those of each city took one, in order to have an intercessor before God. The inhabitants of Neapolis (Naples) took the body of the hieromartyr Januarius. With the body, they also collected his dried blood.
Since the fifteenth century, the blood liquifies when the container is placed near another relic, believed to be the martyr's head. Many miracles proceeded from the relics of the hieromartyr Januarius. During an eruption of Vesuvius around 431, the inhabitants of the city prayed to St Januarius to help them. The lava stopped, and did not reach the city.
When are those silly pagans gonna understand that we Christians are furnace-proof?
I decided my long hair was becoming too much of a nuisance and though I've heard it said, 'Pain is Beauty,' I had to disagree because having a perpetual fir coat when a scarf will suffice is just not worth it. I donated 11 inches to
Locks of Love and well, just thought I'd show you how much 11 inches is. Not too shabby, I hope a little bald kid out there is wicked happy. For those of you who wanted a lock of my hair, it's too late, I already mailed it to Florida. That was a joke...yeah.
On another note, my brothers are completely insane. Yesterday, I was standing at the sink washing dishes. As most of you know, our sink has a window looking out on the deck. So I was washing dishes and down comes a stuffed frog dangling from a string of yarn, evidently, it was hanging from the bathroom window. Then more stuffed animals came bouncing down tied to a string a yarn, and they were knocking the items on the window sill into my dishwater. So as I'm being distracted by the suspended toys, I was thinking: my life would be so incredibly dull if I didn't have those crazy boys in my life.
Interview With Author of "The New Fundamentalists"
ROME, AUG. 27, 2007 (Zenit) - Aggressive relativism is the newest form of fundamentalism, according to author Deacon Daniel Brandenburg, and Catholics are called to stand up and do something about it.
In this interview, Deacon Brandenburg, who will be ordained a priest of the Legionaries of Christ this December, comments on his book "The New Fundamentalists: Beyond Tolerance," recently published by Circle Press. Read More...
No wonder my method of knocking some sense into these people hasn't been working.
http://www.lumengentleman.com/content.asp?id=62
Satan hates all women. Now, it is certainly true that, as bearers of the imago Dei, he hates all of us enough to desire our eternal damnation - anything to smear and smudge that Divine fingerprint which we reflect. But it is also true that, if you are a woman, Satan has an extra special hatred for you. He looks upon you and he seethes with rage, renewing again his intention to see you first distorted, and then destroyed... Read more...
It's amazing how Satan can go right under our noses and profane something so beautiful without people noticing. He has totally brainwashed women to think that their ability to bring life into fruition is weak. I don't know about you but I'm inclined to believe it takes STRENGTH to carry a human for nine months in ones womb and then when the nine month term is over to squeeze a 7 lb
person (I won't get graphic)out through a small opening. Women have been convinced that they cannot make anything of themselves if they become a "baby machine." Why? Because as far as they're concerned it doesn't put them in a seat of power.
Also, why has it become such an insult for a man to open a door for a lady? Explain this to me. The only argument I've heard from feminists is "I can open my own door, what do you think I'm completely helpless??? *hisssss* *bite*" He's not trying to degrade you and say that you're weak and can't open a door. It's a way of showing you that you hold a place of honor as a woman. Do we realize what a sacred place our womb is? Mary's blessed womb was the first tabernacle. It was the first vessel to carry the body of Christ. When a gentleman (few as they are) opens a door, he is honoring your womanhood, and your femininity.
What a beautiful role we have the honor of playing.
