Time for a new Scapular

After 2.5 years, that's what my old Scapular, on the left, looks like.

I have no idea if 2.5 years is a good run for a Scapular, average or really short. I did wear it every day, only removing it to shower. I accidentally washed it with my laundry a couple of times. I lost it once and found it four days later in the laundry.

I gave birth to two children with it around my neck. (In fact, in some of the pictures of me holding our children after the delivery, you can clearly see it over my johnny. Which led several friends to ask, "What was around your neck?") It's survived a lot of tugging and grabbing by two infants, but I think time - and my son - twisted it into a very fragile state.

The once-wide cords that laid over my shoulders slowly became thinner and thinner. Deep brown stitches that ringed the edges popped one by one. Eyeing it daily, I knew it was only a matter of time before it went completely. Then it happened the other night - I was changing my shirt, and I caught it when I was pulling my arms overhead. Snap. It was gone.

Now here's where - if I was smart - I would write, "So I retired the old one and grabbed the new one I had purchased." But, um, while meaning to buy a new scapular, I hadn't actually done it yet.

I headed to the Order who sold me this Scapular I loved so much - The Sisters of Carmel in Colorado Springs. I ordered a replacement and anxiously awaited its arrival.

Since I couldn't wear the broken one, I kept it in my pocket until the new one arrived. It felt odd not to have the cloth around my neck and under my shirt, and knowing I had it in my pocket made me feel a bit better.

The Sisters sent my new Scapular quickly - I received it in four days. It's back around my neck and I feel better. I know the Scapular isn't a magic talisman, nor does it hold any special power. The power of the Scapular - or Rosary or any other sacramental - is in the person. Wearing the Scapular reminds me to be like, as much as I can, our Blessed Mother. And that, hopefully, grants me the grace to be a better person. Same with the Rosary - pray it and you reflect on the life of Jesus, through his first and most amazing disciple, his mother. Internalize those stories and, hopefully, live a life more in tune with His.

So, that all written, I should have no problem properly disposing of my old Scapular, right? Well, I should have no problem, but I have grown sentimental toward it. I can't bring myself to properly retire it...at least right now. So it'll sit in my jewelry box until one day, probably a day when my daughter is old enough to start poking around my jewelry box and asks, "Mom, what's this?" pulling out a tattered, faded piece of cloth and string that's seen better days.

And, if you're interested, the story of how I came to the Brown Scapular is here.

St. George, pray for us

Today is the Feast of St. George, and since my parish is under the patronage of the dragon-slayer, Father passed out prayer cards last Sunday at Mass. They erected a small prayer area before his icon, and we all prayed the following after the intercessory prayers:

Father of divine mercy and compassion, may your holy matyr, St. George, who through the power of divine grace fought the dragon of hopelessness and fear, pride and self-reliance, temptation and doubt, help me to bear with like courage the burdens and challenges of life.

Inflame my heart and illuminate my mind with the fire of your love that I may pray as Jesus, "thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven."

Most gracious and loving Father, I place this petition before you in union with the passion of Christ (your petition here).

May the intercession of our holy mother Mary, and the prayers and merits of St. George, instill in me the blessed assurance of faith that you always grant what is for my good and the good of others.

Amen.

What really struck me during this prayer was the mention of "hopelessness and fear, pride and self-reliance, temptation and doubt" - all things I wrestle with at one time or another. 

Need something today? Ask St. George.

Four Ways God Answers Prayers

Around the time I re-embraced Catholicism, I heard this lovely saying. I only wish I could remember where I heard it.

God has three answers to a prayer:

1. Yes.

2. Not now.

3. I have a better idea.

I love that and think of it all the time, especially when a prayer is not answered as I requested.

Last Sunday, what did I find in our parish bulletin, but another take, which I thought I'd share.

Here are the four ways God answers prayer:

1. No, not yet.

2. No, I love you too much.

3. Yes, I thought you'd never ask.

4. Yes, and here's more.

Another lovely thing to remember.

Hello, again

The "again" above refers to those hearty few who may be familiar with my original blog, A Third Way. If you're wondering what's up with ATW, click here.

Now, onto this blog. What's with the name and do I need a mask to read it?

I recently finished the book, Welcome Home: Stories of Fallen-Away Catholics Who Came Back. Given I was a Fallen-Away Catholic not so long ago, I enjoyed the book, as it shared stories of many who fell away, but came back to be very exciting, inspiring Catholics, Fr. Corapi, Jesse Romero and Rick Strom, just to name a few.

One of the stories mentioned the term "contagious Catholic," as in a person who humbly lives Catholicism so wonderfully, it makes you want to be the best Catholic you can be.

I love that term because in two words it simplifies a tremendous philosophy, order and challenge: Don't preach, just be. Follow Him and you'll bring people to Him.

When I think of "contagious Catholic," I think of the first and best example in my life, my late friend, Raquel.

My husband and I met Raquel (and her husband, Tom) through our involvement in Catholic Engaged Encounter. Raquel and Tom were our local community's leaders at the time we started to become more involved.

I was (and still am) always struck my how "normal" Raquel was for an extremely faithful person - but I didn't know this until later, unfortunately. And by "normal" and I mean you'd never know how deeply religious she was. She wasn't holier-than-thou, she wasn't sanctimonious or a prude. When you think about it, she was what truly Catholic people are supposed to be - joyful, fun-loving, generous and deeply humble.

Before my reversion to the faith, I always equated truly faithful people as boring, wet blankets. They were sourpusses who wanted to tell you what to do and what not to do. I couldn't have been more wrong.

About 6 months after we met Tom and Raquel, she was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors attacked it aggressively, but the cancer was too far ahead, and a little more than a year later, Raquel was gone, leaving behind Tom and their two pre-teen daughters.

I remember Raquel's wake. I approached her casket, and there she was looking very peaceful. But what really caught my eye was a wooden stand just before her casket. It held an open journal, page-after-page written in by Raquel. Next to the journal was a Rosary.

I found out that Raquel prayed the Rosary every day - often on her lunch hour - and also kept this detailed prayer journal. I had no idea she was so faithful. How could she be, she was so much fun?

The next day, her spiritual life was revealed even more. Her funeral was concelebrated by 10 priests! It turns out, Raquel was also heavily involved in her parish, organizations for the homeless, and much more.

She was also an early subscriber to Magnificat, and apparently knew someone (perhaps Editor Fr. Peter Cameron?) via correspondence, because there were hundreds of copies of Magnificat at the door for us to take home.

In the too-short time I knew Raquel, I had no idea she was as faithful and prayerful as she truly was. She never showed it off. She never talked about her many other volunteer efforts. She wasn't holier-than-thou and she never walked around quoting Scripture and wearing a gigantic Crucifix around her neck - all things I thought the very pious did.

I only knew Raquel for a year-and-a-half, but she was the most contagious Catholic I ever met - all without ever speaking a word. She truly lived St. Francis' plea: "Preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary, use words."

In her life, she made me want to have a great marriage like she and Tom had. In her death, she continues to make me want to be the best wife, mother and Catholic I can be.

So that's a very long explanation behind this blog. I hope that in sharing my experiences in trying to live a Catholic life, it may help you in yours. I'm not going to preach and I'm not trying to teach. Nor am I trying to hold myself up as some awesome example of Catholicism. If you read this blog you'll realize I screw up, um, quite a lot.

But out of screw-ups come learning, for me and, less painfully, for you.

Thanks for reading.