Do You Have Three Minutes?

Can you think of anything that actually requires only three minutes for you to accomplish?

Have you noticed that whenever someone requests your presence “for just three minutes,” it usually consumes at least fifteen, if you’re lucky?

We’re all besieged daily by ten thousand demands for our attention, not only in live human relationships, but also from constant electronic typhoons spun by newsmakers, merchants, special-interest websites, scam artists, and well-meaning friends who send three emails when one would suffice.

How do we sort it all out? How can we find God in the midst of the hurricane?

I seldom write book reviews, and this is the first time I have offered one here. But today I want to share with you a compact devotional primer: Three Minutes with God: Reflections and Prayers to Encourage, Inspire, and Motivate by Monsignor Frank Bognanno (Franciscan Media, 2022).

The book cover copy reveals that this book is a compilation of the author’s long-time series of televised 3-minute sound bites, “Thought of the Day” and provides an author’s resume that includes a host of other prestigious credentials: weekly program host for EWTN, chaplain to the Knights of Malta, member of the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre, spiritual director for the Christ Our Life International Conference.

(Fair disclosure: The author is a long-time friend, and I want to share some stories you won’t find listed among his formal qualifications.)

When I was a mother of two young boys, he blew into my wealthy, elderly, and seriously uptight parish like a pastoral whirlwind. Children were suddenly welcome to act like children in the pews. He regularly confronted the diocesan schools’ scariest principals on behalf of difficult students.

He accompanied pilgrims who were robbed on a train to Rome into dangerous neighborhoods, to help them retrieve—and protect—emergency funds wired to them by their families. Although we called him “The Pink Panther,” in those days he already had a reputation in our diocese as “the Energizer Bunny,” earning the moniker in late August of 1979, when Bishop Maurice Dingman abruptly called him downtown to the Chancery.

The bishop had just learned that Pope John Paul II had decided to include Iowa in his United States tour, in response to a personal letter from a small-town farmer. His Holiness would arrive in just six short weeks.

Father Bognanno was told to make the impossible possible.

“I was 39 years old, and my brain was still developing. I didn’t have enough sense to say, ‘Get somebody, anybody, else,’” he told the Des Moines Register on the 40th Anniversary of the papal visit in 2019.

The precise calibration of 350,000 Midwestern clergy, religious, and laypeople on the fields of Living History Farms in Urbandale, Iowa on October 4, 1979, remains legend to this day. The morning had started out in rain showers, but the sun broke through just as the crowd looked up to see the Holy Father’s helicopter circle down from the clouds. Weather remained clear and bright throughout that historic first—a Pope celebrating mass on Iowa soil.

 Monsignor Bognanno is a cancer survivor who hiked to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro to celebrate mass on the peak for his doctors. He’s a son who visited a full day every week for ten years, after senility stole his father’s ability to speak, and cried while celebrating the funeral.

The author of Three Minutes with God has served our Church for fifty-six years. At eighty-three, he’s still the Energizer Bunny, living his own amazing life with God, three minutes at a time. Then three minutes more. He’s culled it all down to the essentials, and what he’s learned can be trusted.

Here’s a short excerpt from Three Minutes with God:

It is you, my equal, my companion, my familiar friend, with whom I kept pleasant company.” – Psalm 55:13-14

A young married man recently told me that he and his wife were going to take a short vacation without their three children . . . This is a very wise young couple . . . The stronger their bond, the happier and more secure their children feel .

Prayer

Lord, help married couples see how spending quality time together strengthens their bond.

Amen.

(From Bognanno, Monsignor Frank, Three Minutes with God: Reflections and Prayers to Encourage, Inspire, and Motivate, Cincinnati, Ohio: Franciscan Media, 2022, p. 41).


© 2023 Margaret Zacharias

Cath-Lit Live: Bella’s Beautiful Miracle

Cath-Lit Live: Bella’s Beautiful Miracle

“Cath-Lit Live!” features brief interviews with Catholic authors who are releasing new books. Hosted by Catholic author and speaker Amy J. Cattapan, “Cath-Lit Live!” gives viewers a glimpse into the latest Catholic books while getting to know a bit about the author as well.

 

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Bella’s Beautiful Miracle: A Caterpillar’s Journey by Kimberly Novak

Adventure awaits as Bella the caterpillar discovers hidden treasures in secret places! Bella the caterpillar leads a happy and content life in her tree in the Royal Forest. However, one terrifying night, Bella is uprooted by a sudden storm, carrying her far from home. Surprises abound for Bella unexpectedly when God sends new friends on Bella’s path to inspire and motivate her hunger for transformation. Bella’s Beautiful Miracle is a story of loss, healing, the transformative power of God, and the path He lays out for each one of us.

 

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About the author: Kimberly Novak is a child of God, wife, mother, author, and spiritual director. Her calling to minister to the spiritual needs of others was born when sudden changes developed in her personal life. Embracing the gift in those struggles allowed God to mold and transform her in ways that enable her to help those around her. Kimberly’s mission is to enhance each journey by guiding others where the light of strength is … God’s love.

 

 

You can catch “Cath-Lit Live” live on A.J. Cattapan’s author Facebook page. Recorded versions of the show will also be available to watch later on her YouTube channel and Instagram.

 

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Copyright 2023 Amy J. Cattapan
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Cath-Lit Live: Buzzin’ About Cousins

Cath-Lit Live: Buzzin’ About Cousins

“Cath-Lit Live!” features brief interviews with Catholic authors who are releasing new books. Hosted by Catholic author and speaker Amy J. Cattapan, “Cath-Lit Live!” gives viewers a glimpse into the latest Catholic books while getting to know a bit about the author as well.

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Buzzin’ About Cousins by Cathy Gilmore

The latest storybook in Cathy Gilmore’s Tiny Virtue Heroes series is now available! Parents will be delighted to meet the newest “character who empowers character in kids”! Buzzin’ About Cousins tells the story of Mary and Elizabeth at the Visitation and the life of John as a little child. Just like the rest of the books in the TVH series for kids 3-8, Buzzin’ About Cousins helps children imagine one of the Mysteries of the Rosary and helps them be inspired to think and pray, do and say … virtue. The story is told from the perspective of a lovable animal or insect, this time a honeybee named Devoree. She highlights the virtue of inspiration, in which we energize the faith, virtue or enthusiasm of others. The illustrations by Jeanie Egolf, creator of the adorable Molly Mc Bride series, are sweet and fun. The art supports a continuing pro-life theme in these books also! Visit VirtueHeroes.com to see all Cathy’s books, characters, and virtue resources.

 

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About the author: Cathy Gilmore is a Catholic wife and mom who wants to help people live and share the faith with joy. As Creative Director for the Mater Media ministry, she is using her creative experience in marketing and communications in the development of the new Celebrate Catholic Marriage Experience program. Cathy is also a dynamic speaker, catechist, educator, and award-winning children’s author. She offers fresh and fun tools for family virtue formation. Find out about Cathy’s Storybooks with “characters who empower character in kids” at VirtueHeroes.com. Plus, she has created the tool for families to discover virtue-recommended titles to read, watch, and listen through the new site: VirtueSearch.com.

 

 

You can catch “Cath-Lit Live” live on A.J. Cattapan’s author Facebook page. Recorded versions of the show will also be available to watch later on her YouTube channel and Instagram.

 

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Copyright 2023 Amy J. Cattapan
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Do Whatever He Tells You by Maria Riley

I love meditating on the Wedding at Cana. Attending a wedding seems like such an ordinary event for Jesus and his friends to attend. I imagine them laughing and enjoying themselves, much the way I do when I attend weddings, which helps me remember that Jesus was fully human too.

Another reason that I love the Wedding at Cana is that Jesus, as an adult, remained obedient to His mother. As a mom myself, I love this. His obedience also is a significant part of our understanding of Mary as the great mediator. She brings each of us closer to Christ by bridging the gap between us and Him. She tells Jesus that the wine has run out, and despite Him telling her it’s not yet His hour, Jesus obeys His mother (cf. John 2:3-4). Jesus’s first public miracle happened through the intercession of Mary.

Recently, while I meditated on this mystery, my mind didn’t focus on Jesus, His friends, nor His mother. Instead, my thoughts lingered on the servants, those who assisted Jesus in His first miracle. These servants aren’t even named in the scripture, yet by following the advice of Mary and obeying Jesus’s command, they partook in a beautiful miracle that all Christians know about.

They did whatever He told them (cf. John 2:5). And here’s the amazing thing—all He asked them to do was fill some pitchers with water. That was it! Jesus basically said, “Just go grab some water, and then leave the rest to me.” Because of the servants’ obedience, a miracle ensued.

Sometimes I think I’m not doing enough to live out my faith. I think I need to live in more drastic poverty or pray for hours every day. But maybe, just like the servants, Jesus is actually asking me to do something simple and well within my abilities, training, and current life situation.

When I stop to listen, this is what I hear Jesus say to me: “Fill this cup of milk, then graciously clean the spilled milk for the eighth time today. Write this story. Feed this family I have given you. Read aloud with this child.”

These commands, doing whatever He tells me, may not be as complicated as I think. Easy? Not always. Almost every day He reminds me, “Love your husband, and forgive him for not being perfect. In all things, selflessly love the way that I love you.”

If I humble myself and accept these charges from Him, then I open the door for the miracle to happen. If I do my small part, no matter how insignificant it may seem, I am honoring the will of God.

I’m not in the business of turning water into wine. But filling pitchers with water? I can do that.

Scripture as a Writing Prompt

Scripture as a Writing Prompt

Here’s an idea that works fabulously for me, and I pray for you as well! Need help with writer’s block? Try using scripture to break through that blank page; this strategy is also handy for anyone facing spiritual dryness. The Word of God, living and dynamic, connects us to our Lord in a mystical and remarkable way. Since it is God who endows us with our creative gifts, gifts we long to utilize well, why not turn to Him to uncover what to write next?

How well do you know the Bible? How often do you interact with the scriptures? When did you last genuinely encounter the Word made Flesh—Christ himself—within its pages? Here’s how I proceed, especially when I’m feeling uninspired.

First, I pray to the Holy Spirit (this is a crucial first step), then I flip open the Bible, and begin to read. When I feel that spark from the Spirit (trust me, you’ll recognize it), I stop and focus on that verse (or verses). I re-read it slowly and then ask myself questions about what I’m reading—either the questions posed in that particular scripture or any questions that arise within myself as I read.

In discovering what the Lord wants to say to you, perhaps you’ll unlock something He wants you to share with others.

Nonfiction writers may feel called to explore the scripture and its interpretations; however, fiction writers might wish to dig deeper into the characters, the scene, or the emotions invoked in the verse. Honestly, that latter suggestion is not a bad tactic for nonfiction writers, either. Even if you’re not writing about the Catholic faith specifically, it is good for us to know the Word. As St. Paul teaches us, “All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, so that everyone who belongs to God may be proficient, equipped for every good work” (2 Timothy 3:16), including writing!

Here are a few verses to explore to get you started. Note: I’m using the New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition (NRSVCE). I find sometimes it is helpful to look at different versions of the same scripture and find that easiest to do with BibleGateway.com.

Philippians 4:8

Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

Question: Whatever is true, just, pure, and pleasing to you at this moment?

Hebrews 13:8

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.

Question: How have your experienced this truth in your life?

Luke 10:33-35

But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity.  He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’

Activity: Contemplate this scene. What emotions are evoked? What does it teach you about the character of the Samaritan? Can you imagine the dialog between the Samaritan and the beaten man?

Copyright 2023, Allison Gingras

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Cath-Lit Live: Encountering Signs of Faith

Cath-Lit Live: Encountering Signs of Faith

“Cath-Lit Live!” features brief interviews with Catholic authors who are releasing new books. Hosted by Catholic author and speaker Amy J. Cattapan, “Cath-Lit Live!” gives viewers a glimpse into the latest Catholic books while getting to know a bit about the author as well.

 

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Encountering Signs of Faith: My Unexpected Journey with Sacramentals, the Saints, and the Abundant Grace of God by Allison Gingras

Allison Gingras shares how blessings, prayers, devotions, and objects such as rosaries and scapulars, also known as sacramentals—which prepare us to receive the grace of the sacraments—transformed her faith. In Encountering Signs of Faith, Gingras shares the story of how these helped her discern the adoption of her daughter from China, strengthened her faith as she waited to meet her, helped her bond with the toddler, and taught her daughter about her faith. Gingras offers examples of saints who inspired and embraced sacramentals, including Juan Diego, Faustina, Bernadette, and Venerable Patrick Peyton.

Discover the spiritual benefits of incorporating sacramentals such as sacred images, novenas, prayer cards, Lectio divina, and holy water into daily life. Reflection questions and grace-building activities are included with each chapter. Gingras will guide you to experience these sacred signs in a new way and to connect you more meaningfully to Jesus, Mary, and the saints.

 

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About the author:

Allison Gingras is the founder of www.ReconciledToYou.com—where she shares the love of her Catholic Faith with stories, laughter, and honesty through everyday life! Her writing includes Encountering Signs of Faith (Ave Maria Press) and the Stay Connected Journals for Women (OSV). Allison is a Catholic Digital Media Specialist for Family Rosary and the Fall River Diocese. She hosts A Seeking Heart podcast and is co-host of the Catholic Momcast podcast.

 

 

You can catch “Cath-Lit Live” live on A.J. Cattapan’s author Facebook page. Recorded versions of the show will also be available to watch later on her YouTube channel and Instagram.

 

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Copyright 2022 Amy J. Cattapan
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Jesus is the Reason

Jesus is The Reason

Cookie baking, shopping, wrapping packages, writing cards, and looming deadlines. Santa, take me away!

It’s easy to become caught up in the hustle and bustle of the Christmas Season. Even today, I find myself at the very edge of a deadline, with the excuse that there are five Fridays this month. However, deep down, I know I would be better organized if I lived in the present rather than in the chaos.

The Advent season begins peacefully, and I do well to live in the moment of each day. I am spiritually energized and ready to prepare my heart for the birth of Jesus. I love the devotionals and the messages of Hope and Joy. Holiday specials on the birth of Christ are a valuable resource for keeping my heart and mind centered on why I celebrate the birth of my King. 

Despite the prayerful encounters and organization of Advent, every year, there comes a moment of pandemonium. Disarray takes hold somewhere between when I light that first purple candle and when I light the final candle. I can usually spot the warning signs, and I rely on my strong faith to pull me back and refocus. Letting go of the anxiety surrounding whom I still haven’t shopped for or having no clue what kind of cookies I am making this Sunday when my family arrives. Staying present is easier said than done, but it’s necessary to enter into the true meaning of Christmas. Jesus is why we celebrate, and the emphasis should be on Him.

Everyone handles this time of year differently. Some welcome the busyness of it all, while others prefer a quieter approach. The commonality is awaiting the birth of Jesus.  Recently, I watched a show called The Chosen. In season two, episode three, as  particular scene stood out to me and helped put the true meaning of Christmas into perspective.  Surrounded by the disciples, Mother Mary remembers Jesus’ birth, and from the point of view of a mom, she shines a light onto the blessed night. 

The Chosen Scene: Mary Remembers Jesus’ birth – YouTube

The video clip shares a teaser, “Can you imagine what the birth of Jesus must have been like, particularly for a teenage mom?”  Imaginative or contemplative prayer can help us to immerse ourselves in that event. However, we are invited more profoundly into the story by hearing Mary and seeing the emotions on her face and in the disciples. The way in which they are all seated around the campfire, for me, resembles those gathered in the nativity. 

In this scene, we hear Mary’s account of things being not what or how she expected them to be. Amid a fleeting moment of doubt and the assurance that Jesus needed her, we are brought into the heart of Mary during the precious moments of Jesus’ birth. There is no mention of cookie recipes or meal preparation, only the gift given to us, the birth of Jesus. 

I am not setting out to discount the traditional preparations or things that we like to do this season. Instead, I invite you to bring Jesus into the process. In keeping our hearts set on Jesus as the reason, perhaps we can bring the anxiety of it down a notch. Often our Christmas celebrations do not turn out as we expected, perhaps there is a blessing in them, just as it was for Mary. Amidst the deadlines, lists, and meal preparation, sprinkle in downtime for prayer. Let Jesus know you need Him because He needs you just as much.   


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A Rosary in Fatima

Every night at 9:30 p.m. local time in Fatima, Portugal, pilgrims who have traveled from all over the world gather to pray in the Chapel of the Apparitions, which lies over the site where Mary appeared to three shepherd children for six months in 1917. In this open-air, unassuming chapel, a candlelit international Rosary is prayed.

In early November 2022, I had the privilege of traveling as a pilgrim to Portugal. For the two nights I spent in Fatima, I attended the nightly Rosary. Only the fourth decade was prayed in English. The other decades, along with the opening and closing prayers, were prayed in Portuguese and the languages of other pilgrims.

As the pilgrims gathered, each carried an unlit candle. From the single candle on the altar, the priest lit his own candle and in turn shared the flame with someone nearby. Gradually, the flame spread to every candle, and the faces of the pilgrims glowed in the warm light.

As the prayer commenced, I heard many different languages. Some I recognized, others I didn’t, but all of the voices raised together to ascend to the heavens completely overwhelmed my senses. Though I could not understand the individual words spoken, I knew what they prayed because I prayed along in my own language.

There, at the Shrine of Fatima, I truly experienced the meaning of the word Catholic—universal. I prayed together with some who had traveled more than me and some who had traveled less, but at that moment, our distance and language couldn’t separate us. We stood and prayed together as pilgrims.

Praying that international Rosary opened my eyes to the true universality of the Church. The strength of faith and devotion to the rosary filled me with renewed conviction and affirmation as I traveled back home to continue faithfully on this journey the Lord has set me on.

Anytime you feel a deep desire to gaze on Our Lady of Fatima, you can visit the Shrine of Fatima website to watch the livestream from the Chapel of the Apparitions. www.fatima.pt/en/pages/online-transmissions

Throughout the day, they celebrate Mass and pray the Rosary together. The 9:30 p.m. Rosary is prayed at 2:30 a.m. EST, to accommodate the five-hour time difference to the East Coast.

We don’t all have the privilege of taking a pilgrimage to Fatima, but all are invited to come to Mary and pray together as part of the Universal Church.

Journey to Bethlehem

Scripture and our imaginations give us an image of Joseph and a pregnant Mary setting out on foot from Nazareth to travel to Bethlehem. Perhaps they brought a donkey along for Mary to ride as the road became more treacherous.

In fact, that road winds for considerable distance around dusty mountains as it ascends into the Judean highlands, where the town of Bethlehem stands perched on a cliffside. (I sure hope Mary did have that donkey.)

Today pilgrims ride the bus. In 1997, when I made my first visit to the Church of the Nativity, we traveled urban highways without obstacle, straight to an underground parking garage in Bethlehem.

In 2012, when I made my last visit, we were stopped at a passport checkpoint for almost an hour, while armed soldiers determined whether we should be permitted to pass into Palestine. This ritual was repeated as we returned to Jerusalem in Israel.

The journey to Bethlehem has never been easy.

Consider the Three Kings who traveled for months to pay their homage to the Christ Child. They did have animal transport, of course: camels, creatures that are reputed to be even more stubborn than donkeys.

Perhaps the most important journey to Bethlehem involves a sometimes-frightening walk down a church aisle with “everybody watching.” This trip is performed annually by small children dressed in outlandish costumes; a few of them might manage to enjoy the experience, but I suspect those are probably the exceptions. No, it’s us, their parents and grandparents who relish—in fact, insist upon—this yearly spectacle.

For more than a decade my fellow catechists and I joined forces to organize a typical extravaganza specifically for our public-school religious education children. Our students were not going to suffer because, for a variety of reasons, they did not attend Catholic schools! We would present our own Christmas pageant for the parish, no matter what it required.

In Matthew’s Nativity story, there is little mention of Mary; his focus is on Joseph. Aside from speaking to Joseph in his dreams, angels don’t appear, either (certainly not to shepherds in the fields). Joseph’s vital decisions, and important conversations the Three Kings hold with King Herod, drive the action in Matthew’s Gospel.

We know the angelic chorus and the shepherds from Luke’s Gospel, written much later in historical time. The Annunciation, the Visitation, a heavenly host of angels, and shepherds who keep watch over their flocks appear only in the Gospel of Luke. In Luke’s narrative, the Three Kings are notably absent. Neither Mark nor John offers a comparable birth narrative.

But the tradition endures.

At the Church of the Nativity, they tell pilgrims that there were once pictures of the Three Kings painted on its exterior walls. When Ottoman Turks swept through the Holy Land destroying Christian holy sites, this birthplace of Jesus was not razed. The invaders recognized their own faces in those mural portraits and spared the shrine.

For that reason, the precise site of Jesus’ birth is relatively more certain than many other Christian monuments in the Holy Land.

We often were told, “This may not be the exact spot where it happened. But it was somewhere very close by. These stories have been handed down, generation after generation, by families who still live right here today.” That’s the reason we love our Christmas pageants, too. They’ve been passed down in our families as part of our religious heritage. They may mingle different gospel stories; they may create a lot of extra work; they may drive sensitive elderly pastors crazy with their noise and chaos; but they are metaphors for something sacred that we all cherish.

One Advent, several years ago, I stood in a crowded church with a long line of people. We were all waiting to see a popular confessor when, ahead of me, I noticed three energetic teenage boys. They bounced on their feet as they waited and traded playful punches in the shoulder. Behind them, right in front of me, stood a teenage girl who had brought the boys with her into the church. I had watched her organize them into their current semblance of order with a charming personality that matched her physical beauty.

I kept thinking, “She looks so familiar.”

Finally, I touched her arm. “Forgive me. I think I might know you, but I don’t remember your name.”

She gave me a sweet smile and said, “I remember you. I’ll never forget the person who gave me my first Rosary. You cast me as Mary for the Christmas pageant in second grade.”

It matters how we travel.

May your journey to Bethlehem this Advent be blessed.

 

Copyright 2022, Margaret Zacharias

Heaven Scent: What My Father Gave to Her

 

I have been paid in full and have more than enough; I am fully satisfied, now that I have received … the gifts you sent, a fragrant offering, a sacrifice acceptable and pleasing to God. ~Philippians 4:18

 

Every Christmas, for as long as I remember, Daddy gave Mum the same gift. It was especially meaningful to her because of its French origin. In the mid-1950s, my parents were stationed in a picturesque community near the city of Nice, known as Villefranche-sur-Mer, a natural harbor in the Mediterranean Sea. The 6th Fleet flagship, USS Salem, called Villefranche its home port, and while Daddy was at sea serving under Vice Admiral Charles “Cat” Brown, my mother made a quaint home for my sister and me in this French Riviera village. Although I was only three years old, I remember endless stone steps throughout town, bordered by shops, small hotels, and apartments. I vaguely remember the nuns who taught my sister and me at the Catholic nursery school—evidence of the value my parents placed on passing down their Catholic faith. It was here my father gave my mother the first of her special Christmas gifts.

After those years in Villefranche, my parents returned to England and eventually made it to the United States with two additional daughters. On Christmas mornings, my sisters and I watched expectantly as Mum unwrapped the small package from Daddy. It was always the same slender, shiny, black cylindrical container with a gold band around the center where the cap met the base. 

Our whole family loved the smell of Arpege by Lanvin, a sweet compilation of luxurious, gentle, floral fragrances leaving a lingering essence. In my mind, it represented the bouquet of my parents’ mutual love and devotion housed in the crystal-clear vase of their precious Catholic faith. The perfume’s container, like their faith, released a heavenly scent as its contents filled the air. But, unlike faith and truth, manufactured perfume does not endure.

As the years passed, it became harder for my father to find Arpege. While I was away at college, my younger sisters helped him search Pensacola to find it, until one year, the package on Christmas morning was no longer cylindrical. It was rectangular, a book—a spiritual book. And while my sisters and I were disappointed, our mother was happy to receive a gift to strengthen her faith and raise it to new heights. We grew used to Christmas mornings without the French perfume. Instead, Mum breathed in the scent of heaven from each new book. 

Before my father passed away, our families spent Christmas with our parents. As Mum opened the familiar rectangle, she burst out laughing and admonished Daddy as she held up two more spiritual books, “Are we planning to open a religious bookstore?” Secretly hoping for something a little more feminine.

The truth is, both of my parents were living examples of valuing the gifts that truly count—deepening faith, love for Jesus in the Eucharist, love of Scriptures, daily Mass, prayer, and Rosary—placing Christ at the center of life and passing on the faith. My sisters and I may not have appreciated the scent of heaven permeating my parents’ lives when we were young. We were more interested in tangible gifts. But, certainly now, as my sisters and I spend Christmas mornings with our own families, we can still breathe in the lingering perfume of their lives because of the faith passed on by our mother and father.

What My Father Gave to Her

Every day

a spiritual bouquet, holy communion prayers

a single red heirloom rose

silence in the garden

 

Every week

Fragrant Sunday supper specials followed with 

love petals strewn across ivory keys

wafting the sound of his song

 

Every month 

perfectly synchronized dances with the big bands

swaying like fields of wild chamomile

sowing meadows of memories

 

Every special occasion

sentiments written sweetly across the page

words curved and scented like wisteria

 

Every year

perfume in a slender black cylinder

gold banded Arpege

floral essences

 

Forever

what my father gave to her

he gave to me.

© Paula Veloso Babadi, 2022