I'm not what you'd call 'competitive.' My mom used to summarize my little league soccer games saying, 'yeah . . . sometimes the ball would hit your foot.' I've been known to intentionally lose a pick-up game of volleyball because it was getting cold outside . . . and after three times around a Monopoly board, I'll give you the Boardwalk and all my hotels for a chance to leave the table and do something else
First of all, if you answered ‘Ìâ‰âÂÌâèÏyes' to the question posed in the title, you are not a bad person or a bad Christian. It's almost a rhetorical question seeing as most of us have little things here and there that we may be slightly insecure about.
Life is hard. We will feel pain, but the pain we face as we struggle along in our journey will one day make sense as we reach our 'finish line' and experience perfect joy for all eternity in heaven. It is here where we will be welcomed for who we are, congratulated on the 'race' we ran, and showered with an eternal feast the likes of which we could never have imagined. You see, no matter what we may face in this life, it's worth it because of what lies ahead in the next.
A couple of weeks ago Beyonce was given the title of 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' from People Magazine. I feel like once you've got that award in your back pocket you can either:
- A) Finally allow yourself to wear sweatpants all the time (at which point you wouldn't actually have a back pocket), or
- B) Gaze at yourself in the mirror for endless hours and let your pride shoot up like jack's beanstalk.
No really, congrats Beyonce, you are gorgeous and have cleared up any confusion about how far I have to go to reach the plane you exist on.
How do you define a miracle? Is it only Jesus walking on water, raising someone from the dead, or healing people? And then there’s the saints – they did some pretty awesome things that are definitely miracles. Those miracles were such a long time ago though. We don't see too many today, huh? Or do we . . . ?
You see it all depends on your definition of a miracle. There's this amazing athlete, Emmy Kaiser; she's 21 years old and the #1 U.S. woman's wheelchair tennis athlete. She has Spina Bifida but that didn't stop her from pursuing her dream of being a professional athlete.
Throughout my life, I've always enjoyed doing things on my own. I couldn't stand group projects. I never enjoyed relay races, and I would rather play Madden '04 on my Playstation against the computer than against another person. So, when I set out to run a marathon, I thought this was going to be another thing I was doing on my own. Once again . . . I was wrong (a recurring theme in my life).
7th grade rolled around, and it was time to tryout for the school team. I made it past the cut and the second cut. There were 18 of us left to fill 16 spots, and well . . . I was one of the last two cut. It was heartbreaking, but I dusted off my wounds and worked harder. I tried out for the 8th grade team the following year, and guess what? I got cut again . . . one of the last ones. The hard work continued, and I gave it a couple more shots early in my high school career, and, each time . . . cut . . . at the end.
The pain was too much, and I couldn't bear the thought of another year of hard work only to be rejected again. So, when it came time to try out for the Varsity Team my senior year, I gave up. I quit.
I remember one of my first retreats in high school. I came home Sunday night on fire and ready to be a new person. It was time to change. I was going to go to Confession every week, get to mass everyday, pray the rosary every night, and read my Bible every morning. I was going to be holy. No more making fun of people, bad language, or laziness. I knew I could do it. I was inspired.
And that lasted until Tuesday. Yep. Tuesday. I had so much to learn.
If you've ever been on a sports team or in a band, you’ve no doubt had to practice countless hours in order to get as good as possible for your upcoming game or concert. Without this practice, your team would be more likely to lose, or your concert would sound more like a bunch of 2 year olds banging on pots and pans in the kitchen instead of a beautiful symphony (unless they are really talented 2 year olds).
Let me begin by setting the scene. I am 5 feet 11 inches tall and weigh 215 pounds. Most of my strength is in my upper body, and I've had minor surgeries on each of my knees in the past few years. In no way do I have what most would call a typical 'runner's body'.
Well, another new football season is under way and it got me to thinking about how the Catholic Mass can be a lot like a football game, if we look at it the right way ‘Ìâ‰âÂÌâ_