tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439331035718369167.post420483993349008369..comments2024-02-09T02:48:13.776-06:00Comments on Daily Meditations with Fr. Alfonse: Mt 8:18-22 No Reason To RestFr. Alfonsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557206560119402976noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439331035718369167.post-71720011768320410802012-07-02T18:16:07.813-05:002012-07-02T18:16:07.813-05:00Dear Alison AKA Mom...I love it!!! That would be f...Dear Alison AKA Mom...I love it!!! That would be fantastic if your precious David became the "Cool Priest"! Thank-you for sharing your tidbit. :)<br /><br />(Yes, it is awesome to be able to view Fr. Alfonse Live in person!)<br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />-JenniferJennifer B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439331035718369167.post-67687826640199533012012-07-02T16:32:03.806-05:002012-07-02T16:32:03.806-05:00I have to share this tidbit. My healthy, active 11...I have to share this tidbit. My healthy, active 11 year old son, who was born at 24 weeks and a mere 1 lb 9 oz. is quasi resistant to go to mass at 6:45 a.m.(and I understand wholeheartedly:) This weekend we talked about mass, God, his being premature and how the doctor had asked me to abort him at 19 weeks just as he had recommended me to do with his twin brothers who died before he was born. I had never told him this story. We all have a lot going on in life but something hit me hard when after mass(I am blessed to be able to witness Fr. Alfonse LIVE:) that IF HE WERE TO BECOME A PRIEST, HE WOULD BE JUST LIKE the "COOL FATHER ALFONSE". Fr. Alfonse..thank you for making my children love to go to mass:) Who knows, maybe little David will be a "Cool Priest" someday:)Alison AKA MOMnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439331035718369167.post-37958725310103674062012-07-02T14:09:15.970-05:002012-07-02T14:09:15.970-05:00Lies have always been the one thing that I cannot ...Lies have always been the one thing that I cannot stand and honestly I rarely lie, really.<br /><br />I guess it is because my brother lied constantly when we were growing up and I knew it but my parents didn't.<br /><br />Then I married a liar, who I believed until I got smart.<br /><br />What I learned in all those years was that if someone lies to you, you always wonder what else in the relationship is a lie. You wonder if anything is true. You start to doubt what you know, what you believe to be true, and if the liars in your life are really good, they can convince you to apologize to them for you not believing their lies.<br /><br />Lying can really turn into a head game as you pointed out. <br /><br />Unfortunately Once someone lies to me, it takes a long time for me to trust them again. It doesn't matter if it's the first time or not. As soon as I catch them in a lie, I shut the door and it's a long time before I will even look out the peep hole at them.<br /><br />I realize that is extreme, and I'll have to get over it, but if I don't know what's true, I don't know what's true.<br /><br />I guess my point is that I know God is truth, period. But I still have a hard time trusting him, not because of anything he's done but because of what I've experienced. And I realize that is my problem, one I have to overcome, one that I want to overcome and I can only do it with his help and by his grace alone.<br /><br />Lord, help me trust you the way you deserve to be trusted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439331035718369167.post-10325386683615137342012-07-02T11:58:48.085-05:002012-07-02T11:58:48.085-05:00Your homilies not only "lay bare" your &...Your homilies not only "lay bare" your "soul" but are deeply relatable! Personal stories are much easier to remember than boring, highly theological and scholarly sermons. :) <br /><br />Wow...I think how many of the world's problems might resolve themselves if people were more truthful! As the old sayings go: Honesty is the best policy. The truth always comes out eventually. I think of the destroyed marriages, lost jobs, financial ruin, domestic disputes, and even death related to lies! It's so sad and so tragic. <br /><br />I know what it's like to be honest and truthful baring my soul, oftening feeling whips and chains from those around me. At my last job, I was honest with HR about some "harassment" issues that had been going on for years. I took the courage to voice a complaint. As a result, I became the "enemy" of the lab as well as the boss. They couldn't wait to find something to fire me for. Well, the moment happened and I got canned after 11 years. Yes, it was tragic but to this day I think it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm a lot less stressed out. I feel closer to God than I ever did when I worked at my old job. The thing is I wish I had been honest with myself years before and left the job on my own. I knew it was a terrible place and slowly killing me. I was scared and never thought I could find a better working environment. <br /><br />Anyway, being 100% truthful and honest is hard. It feels great when secrets and lies are all out in the open. I've found the scolding and burning from the desert sun doesn't tend to last very long. People get upset but then they forget about it and move on to other more interesting "drama." Over the years, dishonesty has always caused me grief. When I found I was silent about something, denied a problem or said a little "white lie" things never faired out well. Honesty and truth is very humbling! <br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />-JenniferJennifer B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15338737502809429613noreply@blogger.com