Work Day Workout

This morning I got up and said my reflections before daybreak. Sipping my coffee watching the rising sun I thought what a beautiful day! Thank God. He makes my days easy. And keeps my nights holy rest.

After my morning reflection and reading I did my workouts. Which made my day go so much better and less painful.

I had coffee and a late breakfast with one of my dear friends who truly is quite enjoyable company!

My workday was amazing I ran the cashier which is digital and a little tricky to figure out but I’m getting it. I love my work! Serving others is a true blessing.

After work I stopped by the church on my walk home. It was locked but the grotto is a beautiful place to pray as well.

Then three more blocks home and a hungry stomach. Quick to fix. I heated up my cast iron and fixed a chicken rice pepper stirfry a great healthy lunch with a fresh banana. Mmmm.

My life is changing for Christ. I’m working on improving spiritually in my current vocation of singleness. Preparing my heart for my maker and hopefully eventually a spouse. But we’ll see. Time has a way of making decisions.

And God will determine my path.

Josef Pieper and Coffee

The fog spread over the red brick streets like butter. There is an aura of mystery and profound silence greeting the morning. A swallow chimes its song. A small omen to the days beginning.

The air is crisp. The pages ruddy against my hands shifted as I pressed open the pages of my book.The coffee I’m sipping is steaming hot and the warmth against my hands is comforting.
Steaming Hot Guatemalan Coffee

The book that changed my life. The book that redeemed the way I thought about my conscious and saved my wayward thinking about Christianity.

Faith, Hope, Love by Josef Pieper is a riveting theological book that sparks all kinds of curiosity in the Christian mind. We, as Christians are all striving for the ultimate perfection of Heaven. We’re visitors to this life living as we have been called to live out our vocations, our callings. Being a visitor, viatoris, means “to be on the way”. The status viatoris is, then, the condition or state of being on the way.

To be a viator, therefore, is the state of making progress toward eternal happiness. This strikes a profound knock-on what seems the directionless doors of our society. We all strive for direction but it’s just as easy to get lost in the shuffle buried in passion, work, relationships, education, etc.

The way of man leads to death. The antonym of status viatoris is status comprenensoris which describes one that has comprehended, encompassed, arrived, is no longer a viator but a comprehensor. This word was borrowed from St. Paul’s epistles: “Brethren, I do not consider that I have laid hold of [the goal] already” (Phil 3:13)

The state of being on the way is not to be understood in a primary and literal sense as a designation of place. It refers rather to the innermost structure of created nature. It is the inherent “not yet” of the finite being.

So, therefore, the innermost structure would be how we think and what we do. At least that’s how I interpret it. Not a physical state of being but a look at the insides of who we are and where we’re going. It’s quite intense to think about, emphatically perplexing and overwhelming.

Now that the dust has settled from my life. I am able to look around and reflect on where I am and where I want to go. How I can strive for the perfection of heaven in my everyday. How I can help others on their status viatoris.

Where am I on my status viatoris? What am I called to do on my pilgrimage?

We, as Christians are all on a faithful pilgrimage trying to avoid sin and reach Heaven.

Thoughts on St. Bernard’s Way to Lead a Holy Life

“Why have I come here?”

These were the words uttered by St. Bernard on a daily basis. He would always finish this thought by thinking of his main duty– to lead a holy life.

St. Bernard was an Abbot and Doctor of the church. A doctor of the Catholic church, according to usccb.org,

“Through their research, study, and writing, they have advanced the Church’s knowledge of our faith. To be declared a Doctor of the Church does not imply that all their writings are free from error but rather that the whole body of their work, taken together serves to advance the cause of Christ and his Church.”

Others include St. Hildegard von Bingen, Theresa Liseux, St. Jerome, St. Ambrose, and St. Augustine.

I think, this “why have I come here” thought is such a powerful question for all Catholics and Christians around the world. Especially those seeking out their vocations in this crazy world.

There are points when everything seems so chaotic and unsettled. These are the times in which remembering St. Bernards teaching are important.

“Why am I here?”

“Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.”

-Catherine of Sienna

Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish

My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.

The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.

I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.

Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a

So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.

Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.

Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.

So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,received_626271504545193.jpeg I step boldly into my day.

 

God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!

Magnificient27

Goals–Putting in your Time

As I heaved the hoe into the ground I felt the wood beneath my fingers callus. The morning was hot but not too hot. I had begun work early. As I had learned from previous hoeing experience that the sooner in the day you start the cooler and you’ll be.
This morning I was hoeing up my neighbors strawberry garden. I love strawberries!Here are some pictures of my work and the finished garden!

The Pressing Solitude of Decisions

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Reverberates a prism of thought

Of connection.

Of dissonance.

A decision of solitude.

A decision of birth or denial.

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Strains its ugly ear to find you.

Strains into your deepest thoughts.

Listening, pressing close.

Making a crowd or closing in solitude.

A decision,

A decision.

Some say there’s choice.

I say there’s a decision.

Shakespeare said, “Life’s a play and we’re all but actors.”

A decision pressed closely against the glass. 

 

Here the truth lies bound up in thought.

A decision made.

A decision wrought.

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