Matthew 25

The Judgment of the Nations

When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit upon his glorious throne,

and all the nations will be assembled before him. And he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.

He will place the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

Then the king will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me,

naked and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me.’

Then the righteous will answer him and say, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?

When did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you?

When did we see you ill or in prison, and visit you?’

And the king will say to them in reply, ‘Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me. (Matthew 25:31-40)

Ever notice how the righteous are confused about the fact that their good works were done for the Lord Himself? It is as if they have never heard this part of the Bible. It is as if they were wholly unaware of Jesus and His teachings and His worldly disguises.

A Christian would be familiar with this Scripture.

A Christian would know what he was doing.

A Christian would be intentionally serving Christ in the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the naked, the ill, the imprisoned.

A Christian would not be surprised to learn he was among the righteous in this way.

A Christian may not know exactly who his actions are impacting, but he would have the intent of being salt and light and leaven, because that’s what his Lord asks of him.

And a Christian certainly would not look Our Lord straight in the eye at the end of the world and feign a humble surprise at having cooperated with the Lord’s plan to love as He loves.

It is almost as if the righteous in Our Lord’s tale are not Christians…

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The Poor Invited to a Dinner of Thanks

Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you, blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you (Luke 14:13-14)
The Parable of the Great Feast

One of his fellow guests on hearing this said to him, “Blessed is the one who will dine in the kingdom of God.”
He replied to him, “A man gave a great dinner to which he invited many.

When the time for the dinner came, he dispatched his servant to say to those invited, ‘Come, everything is now ready.’ But one by one, they all began to excuse themselves. The first said to him, ‘I have purchased a field and must go to examine it; I ask you, consider me excused.’

And another said, ‘I have purchased five yoke of oxen and am on my way to evaluate them; I ask you, consider me excused.’

And another said, ‘I have just married a woman, and therefore I cannot come.’

The servant went and reported this to his master. Then the master of the house in a rage commanded his servant, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in here the poor and the crippled, the blind and the lame.’ (Luke 14:15-21)

Dr Scott Hahn – Paschal Sacrifice: A Heavenly Banquet for Earthly Beggars

About 45 minutes into this phenomenal talk, Dr Hahn asks, “What would it even look like to invite these people?”

I had always imagined inviting “poor people” meant inviting people just like me, except they had a lot less money. They would come in clothes a little crumpled, sit at the table with us, share funny stories, thank us for a wonderful time, apologize that they couldn’t return the favor, and go home. Nice and sanitary image, isn’t it?

Then I read this:

Hunts Point Addictions – inviting Homeless Addicts to Thanksgiving Dinner

This shattered the happy little Bob Ross Painting in my head. This guy was messed up. He left dinner to do heroin in the bathroom? He took a shower in someone else’s house for TWO HOURS? He was PROUD that he might look like a prostitute? He never even said thank you… on Thanksgiving?

I was appalled. No respect for himself or anyone else. No decency. No civility. No self-control. No gratitude. This guy was poor in SO many ways. It was painful to read about from afar. I can’t imagine spending time with him in real life…

That feeling is something that, as a Christian, bothers me. I should not be scandalized or traumatized by imagining helping someone that poor. I should be familiar with it, comfortable with it… it should be something I do regularly.

Then, about 50 min into Scott Hahn’s talk, he comments on this verse:

The centurion said in reply, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof; only say the word and my servant will be healed. (Matthew 8:8)

During Mass, where we celebrate the ultimate Thanksgiving meal, the Heavenly marriage banquet, right before we take COMMUNION with GOD, we speak this verse to recall to mind the fact that WE are poor, blind, crippled, lame. No big deal when you think the poor are just like you on crutches.

But now I have to come to terms with the reality that I am as pathetic as that selfish homeless addict. The Holiest Family in the Universe – the Divine Trinity with all the angels and saints – invites ME to dinner at their house. I show up late, blind, underdressed, unprepared, distracted by my addictions and foolish desires, and I don’t ever remember saying ‘thank you’.

Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.

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CRHP – Final Thoughts

Our Renewal Weekend ended up being postponed to Nov 8 & 9, so it was just this past weekend. We chose to postpone it because we only had 2 participants signed up for the first weekend. This time we had eight. However, by the time the weekend was over, for various reasons, we had only four. I of course came down with a cold on Friday night. All in all, the weekend was beautiful, and challenging, and had many good moments.

The Lord had many reasons for the way it all played out. For my part, I’m certain it was because this whole time I had been avoiding asserting myself to the Spiritual Director. I knew she was doing my job for me and making decisions without me, but it just didn’t seem worth it to challenge her. She’s just a micro-manager, I reasoned, and as long as we give Jesus to others, I saw no reason to cause problems along the way.

Of course, when you don’t at least try to stop something you know is wrong, it will continue to happen, and get worse. It finally came to a point where I had had enough. I was ready to quit CRHP altogether, but I did not want the devil to win. I asked a friend of mine to be with me when I spoke to her. I was upset and inside I blamed her for our problems, but I knew she would blame me. We did speak, and she did not see her fault. At one point I could not continue the conversation unemotionally, so my friend was able to step in charitably. I’m glad she was there, because if I had tried to do it alone, I know I would have lost my temper and quit on the spot.

Shortly after we decided to postpone, I had an opportunity to give my thoughts to the Continuation Committee. I did. In short, I’m not convinced CRHP is right for our parish. There are many ways we can communicate Jesus’ love for us. The strengths of the process, I believe, are in the individual components, not necessarily the format of the program.

To me, the best components are: witness, reflection, Adoration, Reconciliation, and HELP letters. I have come to realize that for me, I cannot get excited about a program that does not have an element of catechesis in it.


However, when I was a participant on a CRHP Weekend, it was a life-transforming event. The main message is: “Jesus loves you. Yeah, YOU.” I heard this message in many ways, but the most memorable moment was when I was in Adoration, and they were playing “The Altar” by Ray Boltz. During this part of the weekend, we are given an empty box that we are supposed to put our burdens in, and then bring them to the front and leave them at Jesus’ feet. I was very sad, holding onto the painful idea that I am not good enough. Then, I had a very clear experience that Jesus was in front of me, and He reached up and tenderly tucked my hair behind my ear.

That’s it. In that moment I knew He loved me, had always loved me, and would always love me. He cared about me, what I think and what I feel, He would never hurt me or disregard me, and He would always have time for me. He even had affection for me. I broke down.


Interestingly, this past weekend He gave me another grace while I was in Adoration listening to “The Altar” song. This time I was sick, exhausted, and sad at my inability to save the people I love. It bothers me that hell exists because people really do choose to go there. And because I know the Lord will respect their wishes, I am afraid He will let the people I love go there.

This time I had a very clear experience that Jesus was smiling, amused. “You don’t trust ME? You don’t have hope in ME?” He thought it was funny. Then I realized that it was me that I don’t have hope in. My power to be a saint and draw others to Him has proven over and over and OVER again to be pathetic and ineffective. I am just too sinful.

I put my power in the box. All good that is done through my actions will be because of His power.

I started this process on a little ‘power-trip’ at my role as Lay Director. Even though I recognized my inclination and tried not to give in, I still needed to grow. I ended the process understanding that power, or rather, the illusion of power, is actually a burden, because it distracts us from the will of God.

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CRHP Witness on Discipleship

Well, I went totally silent all these weeks and have not shared the CRHP process with you as I had intended.  But, the Women’s Renewal Weekend is NEXT weekend, so we are in the final ‘finishing touches’ stages.  We have gathered supplies and prepared all of the ‘things’ that needed to be prepared.  For the past number of weeks our women’s team has shared, prayed, reflected, encouraged each other, laughed, cried, and had an enjoyable time with each other and our Lord.

My witness will be on the topic of Discipleship, and how the Lord has worked in this area of my life so far.  I will be one of ten “Witnessers” speaking about Christ’s work in our lives in ten different ways: Renewal, New Life in Christ, Spirituality, Christian Community, Christian Awareness, Reconciliation, Eucharist, Scripture, Father’s Loving Care, and Discipleship.


SONG:                        WALK ON WATER by DANIELLE ROSE

The Catechism of the Catholic Church says this about Discipleship:  “The disciple of Christ must not only keep the faith and live on it, but also profess it, confidently bear witness to it, and spread it: “All must be prepared to confess Christ before men and to follow him along the way of the Cross, amidst the persecutions which the Church never lacks.”  (CCC 1816)

I grew up in an environment that was loving, but not religious.  We went to Mass every Sunday, but did not speak of Jesus at home.  I knew there was a God, but pictured Him like my father, critical and easily angered.

The closest I got to prayer when I was young was when I would pour my soul into my diary.  I longed for someone to find it and read it and see how much I was hurting inside.  We had a cottage up North that we would go to on the weekends.  This was my favorite place because I could just be myself and not worry about what my schoolmates thought of me.  I have a special spot in my heart for sunsets on our beach – God would draw me out of myself and close to Him as I sat there watching the sun go down.

I was convinced I was a wallflower – sitting in the back of class, too afraid to speak, and certainly not ask questions.  I used to collect little quotes that I liked, little snippets of wisdom that I found.  I did not realize at the time that I was seeking God.

We stopped attending Church when I was in middle school.  I had passed out during Mass due to a head cold, and I was so afraid it would happen again that I started to ask to stay home.  My parents did not put up much resistance.

Much of my life has been learning to overcome anxiety and self-hatred. As a teenager I began having panic attacks.  This was a difficult road, but at one point, God put a scripture on my heart that helped lead me:


During a summer college class the instructor gave us a list of things that people desire, and asked us to number them in importance.  There were a dozen things like, health, wealth, and fame on the list, but what I remember is that I had numbered Wisdom as my most important and Salvation as my least important.  Even though I was confused, I was still on the right path, but not yet a disciple.  The Lord had given me a heart like King Solomon, and He was preparing to give me more than I ever imagined.

WISDOM 7:7b-12                   HER RADIANCE NEVER CEASES

In college I met the man I would marry.  There is something liberating about being with someone day in and day out who wants you, helps you, forgives you, and loves you even with your flaws.  God chose him for me, and us for each other, to help us learn to love.

His mother has given me an incredible example of womanhood.  I have never met anyone with such joy and peace. I cannot be in her presence without thinking of Our Blessed Mother. She is light-hearted and contagious, and really models for me what it looks like to care about people more than things or circumstances.

Another blessing in my life has been my dear friend and boss, Ray.  He has been a source of strength and encouragement.  He has taught me how to be a Christian in everyday life, how to conduct business with integrity and the correct perspective, and how to get my Italian emotions in check and treat people charitably.  Ray is the one who pointed out that not only do I ask questions, but I ask a lot of questions and I ask good, penetrating questions.  I like that.

I wanted to be more like these amazing people that God had put in my path.  I became their secret disciple, watching their words and studying their actions, asking questions and taking mental notes.

In planning our wedding, we began looking for Catholic Churches.  Not because we understood how awesome she is, but because my family expected us to be married there.  We found a small parish that we liked, and during the initial interview, I asked the woman “Why should I stay Catholic?”  God knows my melancholic heart so well, because He gave that woman the exact words I needed to hear in order to be faithful to Him and His Church forever: “Because Catholicism is true.  All the other faith traditions pick and choose what they want to believe, but Catholicism has all of it.”  In all of my research since, my passion for this truth has not been disappointed.

MATTHEW 7:7-8                     SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND

The pastor that married us insisted that I go to Reconciliation beforehand.  I had never confessed my sins to a priest, and I did NOT want to go.  But somehow, the Lord had softened my heart enough to go, and I went one week before our wedding.  It is the best thing I ever did – I left walking on air.  A few confessions later, I found the guts to confess the sin that I was most ashamed of. I could barely speak it, but I did. Do you know what the priest told me after I had just looked him in the eye and admitted, out loud, something so shameful?  He took a moment to listen for God’s words, and then he said “God calls you daughter.”

That moment will never in my life leave my heart, and never cease to soften it…


By the time I was 25, God had saved me from the slavery of anxiety.  He healed me and brought me to a place where I can trust Him.  I remember the moment God gave me a special grace, and I consciously decided to stop making decisions based on fear.  I gave Him permission to let bad things happen.

To face my fears, I began carpooling to work with a girl who in many ways is my opposite, but we got along well.  One morning when I stopped to pick her up she came to the door in distress.  “Don’t leave me” she whispered.  We went to her bedroom where she had been for hours throwing up and in great pain.  She had been having migraines all week, so I thought this was a particularly bad one.  I called her mom to come, I called our boss to explain, I held her bucket, rubbed her back, and sat with her as she continued to suffer.  I felt powerless and afraid, and for the first time in my life I prayed as if God heard me and cared.  I prayed for help, I prayed for mercy, and I prayed for His will to be done.  It turns out she was having a brain aneurism and, praise God, when her mom came she was rushed to U of M and saved.  By putting my fears to death, I got to help save her life.

Soon after that I was a participant in a CRHP Weekend.  I had been going through life, tending to my nets and had no idea that Jesus was walking up to me, about to ask me to follow Him forever, to be His disciple.

It was during Adoration on the Renewal Weekend that I first really felt His love for me.  I finally let my guard down enough for His subtle, intimate gesture to break through. I prayed, “Lord, if that’s really You, what would You say to me?”  The answer was so clear and so unexpected that it could not have come from me.  I cried very hard, cleansing tears. I didn’t realize how much I had bottled up inside.  The Renewal Weekend set my little flame of faith ablaze, and my life as a disciple began, and kicked into high gear.

I started going to Eucharistic Adoration regularly, listening to Catholic Radio, and reading practically every article on the Catholic Answers website.  I read papal documents and devoured books and CD’s by amazing authors and speakers like Scott Hahn, Christopher West, Fr John Riccardo, CS Lewis, GK Chesteron, Frank Sheed, and Bishop Fulton Sheen.  It is an amazing time in history to be a Catholic.  There is so much information available for us to learn what the Church teaches and why.  She is His Bride, His Body, the Palace of Wisdom that I had been looking for, and the bottomless Treasure Chest He had been preparing me to receive.

JOHN 16:12-13                       THE SPIRIT WILL GUIDE YOU TO ALL TRUTH

The more I learned, the more I fell in love with Jesus and His Church.  He just lavishes her, and us, with gift after gift – the Eucharist, the Mass, the Sacraments, the Communion of Saints, all of her teachings and disciplines, especially the ones that are hard for people to accept – Papal Infallibility, Transubstantiation, Contraception, Marriage, the All Male Priesthood, and the Marian doctrines.  With Jesus as the foundation, the Catholic Church has kept His words in her heart for over two thousand years, reflecting on them, cherishing them, and slowly understanding their implications.  I found that all of her teachings witness to the profound love and respect she has for God and all of His gifts, they witness to God’s glory and immeasurable love for us, and they defend without compromise the inviolable dignity of each and every human person.  She is the Ultimate Disciple.

As I read the Scriptures, conversion stories, and the lives of the Saints, I started to identify with these characters – ordinary people, in love with the Lord; fallen, but trying to do His will… just like me.  God gave them to me so I wouldn’t feel so lonely here.  We share the same passion for Jesus and His Church.  I could relate to them and imitate them – become their disciple.  I especially love St Peter, St Joseph, St Marcela, and St Pope John Paul II.

JOHN 15:8                              BY THIS MY FATHER IS GLORIFIED

With the help of my current confessor, I started to pray prayers like, “Lord, may I never be lukewarm”, “Lord, how do you want to heal me?”  “Help me be docile to Your will.”  “I do not wish evil on this difficult person”, “Lord, can I spend Heaven asking You questions?”  I was finally starting to pray like a disciple!

I started to receive the Eucharist on the tongue because I wanted to show the Lord that I submit to Him and allow Him to feed me, instead of me feeding myself.

I naturally became more active at our parish.  I became an RCIA sponsor and a teacher for the RCIA Youth.  I became and Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion, and joined the 24th Christ Renews His Parish Women’s Team.

I started fasting, and giving food to the homeless man I saw on my way to work every day.  I started praying outside of Planned Parenthood on my lunch hours.  I joined the Emmaus Pen-Pal ministry and wrote to a young man who was in prison.

I had always pictured Jesus’ twelve disciples as little lemmings, following Him with unwavering loyalty like baby ducks follow their momma.  But this is far from the truth.  They argued about who was the greatest, panicked when they were on the stormy water, fell asleep during the Agony in the Garden, lost Him, abandoned Him, denied Him, and one betrayed Him.  However, these are also the men that stayed when He insisted that they eat His flesh and drink His blood, they were present for the descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, they confessed Him to be the Messiah, devoted their lives to Him, and ultimately died for Him.

Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I were offered the choice to renounce my faith or die.  I would probably chicken out like St Peter did at first, but I hope not.  To me the Catholic faith is so obviously true – they would be asking me to deny Jesus Himself, the one who gave me my dignity, my identity as God’s daughter.

I imagine Satan offered Our Lord this very choice on the cross – “Renounce the dignity of JSK, that stupid sinful girl who lives in that place and time, or die.”  Jesus looked him straight in the eye and said, “I will not.  I will defend her with my life.”  And He did.


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A Plea to ISIS

Please, in the name of the Almighty and Merciful God, please stop.

The intense, seething, all-consuming hatred you feel is probably motivated by an intense love for God and desire to defend His honor and glory.

You are deeply disturbed by the immorality of the West and all it appears to stand for.  There are many ‘infidels’ who would agree with you – all immorality is deplorable and wicked and must be stopped.

We share our father in faith, Abraham.  Abraham is an ultimate example of obedience to God.  Abraham was surrounded by immorality in his day too.  He was as disgusted and offended by it as you are.  He was obedient to God’s commandment – Thou shalt not kill.

God does not want this bloodshed.  God is the Life-Giver.  Look at the beauty and bounty of creation!  He gives life and love and mercy and hope at every opportunity!  He does not want this hatred to consume your hearts and minds and actions.  Every life you have so brutally taken was a life that God Himself was holding in existence the very moment you took it.  It is HIS decision when a life will return to Him, not yours.

Please, we beg you to stop.

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