A Poem, an Ornament, and a Choice

A Poem, an Ornament, and a Choice

Even though it is now a few weeks since the official end of the Christmas season (with the exception of those who close out Christmas with the celebration of Candlemas), I still have one ornament up. This particular ornament, called “Snowy Woods,” is always the last one to be packed away, and every year it makes the short journey from the Christmas tree downstairs to the family prayer space, upstairs. It hangs in silence until the end of the month, inviting reflection, contemplation, and most importantly, it asks a single question as we begin the liturgical cycle again: Which path will we choose to follow this year?

The ornament is quite simple and is made of glass, surrounded by a metal frame. A snowy scene is etched on both sides of the glass; two deer walking apart yet aware of each other, in a wintery wood. Every time I look at it, Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken,” springs to mind.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1915)

(1) Two roads diverged in a yellow woods

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

(2) To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

(3) And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black,

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

(4) I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

This “Snowy Woods” ornament is a snapshot of the meaning the poem is getting at – how our choices affect our lives. In the ornament, the adult deer is looking back, pausing in mid-step. Has he heard a noise that caused fear? Or is he just taking a breather before continuing the way? Is the fawn following or leading? It all has to do with perspective.

 A snowy scene is etched on both sides of the glass; two deer walking apart yet aware of each other, in a wintery wood. 

When the ornament is held with the adult deer facing you, it seems as if the deer is looking back, over his shoulder. The shadowy fawn in the background appears to be watching and waiting for the adult deer to make a decision. But turn the ornament around and the positions are reversed. The adult is no longer looking over his shoulder but is gazing into the shadowy world at the small fawn. His steps and his gaze are very much focused on the small deer. The fawn, on the other hand, is looking out, away towards something outside of our vision. Both positions are telling. The fawn waits for the adult deer to make his decision, to take the path “less traveled by,” even though the path that the deer will take is set out by the fawn. The paradox of Christianity.

The adult deer is a perfect example of a Christian. He is solid. He is not shadowy or vague, but entirely painted in. His hooves are firmly rooted on the ground, even being entirely covered by the heavy snow. He is part of the physical, visible world we all live in. He is concerned with the daily struggles of life, poised to flee or fight, while wrestling with the heavy snowfall, the daily crosses of his world. While he is engaged, he is being watched by a small, shadowy figure, a guiding spirit who assists and guides his steps. This spirit might be an angel or even a figure of Jesus himself, always just out of sight, but somehow his presence is felt. The fawn, not the adult, knows the way through the snowy woods. It’s eyes are on something else, something higher and distant, away out of time and space. Unlike the solid white adult deer, the fawn is almost transparent, pointing to a spiritual, unseen aspect.

The two deer in this ornament are in a profound relationship, despite the fact that they are on two different levels. They remind us that no matter what path is chosen, the traveler will not remain in the crossroads. A choice, consciously or not, is always made. St. Catherine of Siena talks about this in her book Dialogue. She writes that “as long as you are pilgrims in this life you are capable of growing and should grow. Those who are not growing are by that very fact going backward.”

Each year, this simple little ornament strikes a chord with me. After all the decorations are done and we are looking forward, preparing to set out again, it beckons and asks, “What path will you follow this year? And will you walk it with Me?”

Photos courtesy of Sarah Pedrozo.

*This ornament was designed by Hallmark artist Robert Hurlburt and is part of the Elegant Ornaments Collection, a group of ornaments often based on archived Hallmark greeting cards.

 

January 2024 Member News

January 2024 Member News

 

Our Catholic Writers Guild members are always working hard on new projects. From writing articles and works of fiction to developing courses and winning awards, we’re excited to celebrate the following members and their accomplishments from Quarter 4 of 2023!

Join us in celebrating and supporting our fellow members, won’t you?!

 

Articles

 

“Back to Basics: Experiencing God at Army Basic Training Camp” by Lisa Livezey

Specialist Livezey with his mom, the author

Published: October 2023

 

Published in the National Catholic Register, this article highlights the depth and solid foundation the Catholic faith provides to a new army recruit, the author’s son, during Basic Training. Her article can be viewed in its entirety at link: Back to Basics

 

 

 

 

 

“Christmas Questions” by Thomas B. Demshuk

Published: December 2023

This article explores the true answer to the question “what did you get?” for Christmas.

 

 

Audiobooks

 Perdition’s Heirs by Jane Lebak

Published: Fall 2023

 

The audiobook for Perdition’s Heirs is the sixth book of the Archangels Series and available on Audible. Link: Perdition Heirs

 

 

 

 

Awards

 

“Advent Redux: A Seasoned Colloquy” Poem by Sr. Fran McManus, RSM

Sr. McManus’s “Advent Redux: A Seasoned Colloquy” poem placed Second in the 2023 Marian Advent Prayer Contest: Seeking Intercession poetry category. You can view her listing here: link  Advent Redux – A Seasoned Colloquy

 

 

Cinder Allia by Karen Ullo

Winner, Louisiana Indie Author Project, November 2023

 

The Indie Author Project recognizes the best independently published work across the U.S. and Canada. It is sponsored and judged by public libraries. Cinder Allia is the statewide winner for Louisiana, which includes a cash prize and a feature in Library Journal. Cinder Allia will also be considered at the national competition with winners to be announced in 2024. Cinder Allia can be purchased on Amazon. Link: Cinder Allia

 

Going To Williamsport by Rich Agnello

Sports Category Finalist, 2023 American Fiction Awards

 

This Sports Finalist recognition was for Rich’s first published novel. The Sports Category Winner,  Bob Moseley, writes for Sports Illustrated and the New York Times! Not bad for an altar boy going to the Little League World Series from little Keyes, Oklahoma! Going to Williamsport is available on Amazon. Link: Going to Williamsport

Award information is available at Link: Award Info.

 

 

 

 

“I’m a Wolf, Not a Monster” by Nikos Lambdin

“I’m a Wolf, Not a Monster” is a hilarious short story and fresh take on the Big Bad Wolf as a disgraced grocery store employee. It was published in Niko’s college’s literary anthology, The Lantana Review. Later, in October 2023, Nikos attended a public launch party at the college, which celebrated submitted and published works. This achievement has given Nikos the inspiration and courage to pursue and evangelize through other projects including Catholic children’s novels.

 

 

 

Children’s Books

 

Gerold’s Dream by Angela Lano 

Published: October 2023

Gerold lives a lonely life at home with his overprotective mother. He dreams of going off to battle in war like his older brothers and finding a beautiful woman to marry. It seems his dreams will never come true, but God has an unexpected future in store for him! To learn more or purchase, visit Amazon at Link:  Gerold’s Dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I’m Getting to Fly! by Beth Ann Ramos

Published: November 2023

 

In Olive and Andy’s latest adventure, I’m Getting to Fly! Andy gets to go on his first airplane ride! Although he’s a bit nervous, he is excited that flying means seeing and exploring even more of the world! With big sister Olive leading the way, the siblings navigate check-in, savor plane snacks, and meet air travel helpers like pilots and flight attendants. This simple and colorful rhyming children’s book is the perfect way to show your child what to expect on their first flight! Available on Amazon. Link: I’m Getting to Fly

 

 

 

Where the Trees of Freedom Are by Suzanne Cruz Published: Fall 2023

 

Where the Trees of Freedom Are breaks down the complex idea of freedom. From the time of Socrates’ teachings under the sycamores to modern day America’s Liberty Tree, this idea has been discussed under Trees. But the bonus is the Mount of Olives where Jesus taught the real secret to freedom. You can learn more on Suzanne’s website at Link: SuzanneCruz.com

 

 

 

 

Courses

 

Catholic Self-Publishing Course and Author Membership by Kate Frantz

 

Kate recently reopened her Fiat Self-Publishing Academy. She now has a Self-Publishing 101 Course / Roadmap with a comprehensive checklist, videos, and tons of resources for learning how to self-publish. Additionally, she has an affordable author membership for Catholic self-publishers looking for marketing, business, and book coaching. If you are Catholic and considering self-publishing or have already self-published and are looking for support, this is the place for you! You can learn more at link: https://academy.thyolivetree.com/p/products.

 

 

Fiction 

 

All Things New by Victoria Everleigh

Published: November 2023

 

This book is the first in Angela’s new Connecticut Coastline Series. She published it just 11 days prior to giving birth to her second child! All Things New explores whether a shattered marriage can find redemption in the midst of betrayal. You can learn more at VictoriaEverleigh.com or purchase from Amazon. Link: All Things New

 

 

 

 

The Charter Class by Anne Faye 

Published: December 2023

 

Mother John Berchmans Somers of the Sisters of St. Joseph dreamed of establishing a college to serve the Catholic young women of western Massachusetts. With the support of Bishop Thomas O’Leary, that dream became the College of Our Lady of the Elms. In September 1928, thirty-six brave students embarked on the grand adventure of being the charter class for the new institution. In their quest to obtain a college education at a time when that was an unexpected route for young women, these students will face challenges at home, at school, and in their personal lives. Available on Amazon at link: The Charter Class

 

 

 

The Cookie Connection by Sarah Anne Carter 

Published: November 2023

 

The Cookie Connection is a clean holiday romance that has been well received at events (attended by Sarah Anne) after an article about it was published in the newspaper. Reviews and sales are good so far. This is the first book she has self-published and she is especially proud of all she learned during that process. You can find Sarah’s book on Amazon. Link: The Cookie Connection

 

 

Paper & Feathers by Zephyr Thomas 

Published: November 2023

 

Paper & Feathers is the latest novel by ZMT Books, a unique entry into the literary fantasy genre. Focusing more on characterization and drama than tension and action, the book is a low-stakes, relaxing read with full-color interior illustrations. The e-book is available now. The paperback version will be available in early 2024. You can learn more on his website: link: Paper & Feathers

 

 

 

 

 

Newsletter

 

“The Forgotten Library” by Suzanna Linton

 

Susan began posting short speculative fiction on Substack. Her stories are about God’s grace bursting into people’s lives in strange and sometimes disconcerting ways. You will find a blend of fairytale, horror, fantasy, and science fiction, all from a Catholic point of view. You can view her newsletter on Substack. Link: https://theforgottenlibrary.substack.com

 

“Playful Poet–Where Faith and Fun Meet” By Sharon Dodd (pen name Rose of Sharon)

Published: October 2023

Do you have children who think learning about their faith is boring? In Sharon’s newly launched “Playful Poet Newsletter,” jokes, rhyming riddles and mystery poems are beautifully woven together along with saint bios, fun facts and prayers. Playful Poet is published on the first Wednesday of each month and highlights a saint or liturgical theme for that particular month. You can learn more at: https://playfulpoet.substack.com/

 

Non-fiction

 

 

The Peace in the Storm Project by Maureen Pratt

 

The Peace in the Storm Project is a new model of ministry to help parishes accompany people who live with chronic pain and illness. It is based on my book, Peace in the Storm: Meditations on Chronic Pain and Illness. Over the past few months, it has been approved in numerous archdioceses and dioceses and in early 2024, parishes will begin implementing it (as I introduce them to The Project). I’m beyond grateful for this tremendous blessing and abundant work! Please keep The Peace in the Storm Project in your prayers.—Maureen Pratt

Learn more about The Peace in the Storm Project at http://www.thepeaceinthestormproject.com

 

 

 

 

Novella

A Paper Snowflake Christmas by Jane Lebak (Pen Name Maddie Evans)

Published: December 2023

Available on Amazon at  A Paper Snowflake Christmas

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

 

Total of Eight Poems by Carmela Martino

Published: Quarter 4, 2023

Carmela’s poetry was published in three different publications this quarter! Most recently, two appeared in the Christmas-Winter 2024 edition of Parables: Catholic Stories for Children, a magazine for children ages 6-12. Details can be found online in the January 2024 issue of Carmela’s newsletter at Link: https://preview.mailerlite.com/z7e1n3u4w0/2385691276063281723/h0k4/

 

Poetry by Sr. Fran McManus, RSM

Published: Various Dates, 2023

Sr. McManus had an essay and two poems published!

She contributed an article called “The Revelation of Poetry” to the book Forming Franciscan Minds and Hearts, which is available here: link https://www.franciscanpublishing.com/books/spirituality/forming-franciscan-minds-and-hearts/

Her poem, “The Catch,” was featured in the Catholic Poetry Journal. More information is available here: The Catch

 

Young Adult Fiction

 

A Faith Such as Heaven Intended by Amanda Lauer

 

This book is the fifth in Amanda’s award-winning Civil War series. You can learn more on her website at: https://amandalauer.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our next Member News blog post will highlight Quarter 1, 2024 accomplishments. Stay tuned for details on how to submit your next accomplishment!

 

(Some links may include affiliate links by which the authors benefit.)

 

 

Hearing God’s Voice in Unexpected Ways

Hearing God’s Voice in Unexpected Ways

I am savvy regarding computer programs, social media sites, and internet surfing. Recently, I found a new feature on my cell phone that allows me to create stickers from photographs. I found joy quickly when I made stickers of the dog and began to share them. I only recently realized this feature has been around for a long time. A little deflated that my discovery was old news, I didn’t let it steal my joy and continue to play with it today.

The other day, as I was digging through photographs for sticker making, I stumbled upon a short video I had captured a few days earlier. I had been sitting at my desk, and out the window, I saw one lonely leaf on the tree, literally wiggling side to side. As a butterfly lover, I thought it was a very large chrysalis. Jumping out of my chair, I reached for the binoculars, quickly discovering a rolled-up leaf had remained after the tree lost its leaves for fall.

I am obsessed with caterpillars and butterflies, so my perception is, in a sense, tainted. Anyone else looking at that tree would have seen a leaf blowing in the wind. I, however, had an inside scoop. Only a few months earlier, I had witnessed a considerable caterpillar making its way up the most extended branch. Still, it never dawned on me that it was winter and the butterflies had transformed many months ago. Since I am currently working on a project writing about bugs and caterpillars, I chalk up the vision I saw to divine inspiration! After all, my first book began with a caterpillar clutching a leaf as a storm erupted around it.

I should also note one other important aspect of my leaf video. In the moment I recorded, the sky was dark and gray. Yet, when I watched it back, a small area of light appeared, proof in my eyes this was a Holy Spirit-filled moment. Always in tune with how God communicates to me, I knew there was a reason I was so captivated by the leaf in the wind.

Because I am a woman of faith, open to the promptings of the Spirit, my perception is programmed to view the light in the video as God’s whisper. However, anyone else looking through the same lens and watching the same video could pick up the reflection of the ceiling light bouncing off the window.

Another example is how we perceive God’s fluffy clouds in the sky. There have been days when I’ve seen things like a bunny, a vintage feather pen, a replica of the Ark, etc. Someone else looking at those same puffy clouds probably wouldn’t see them as I do. That doesn’t mean my perception is wrong. It all depends on how God has conditioned my eyes to see what He has placed on my path.

The stirrings in my heart and the knowledge of God’s presence are all I needed to convince myself of an experience of a Spirit-filled moment. Circumstances have trained me to expect God to show up and do big and small things. The instance in the tree is one of those small things, but it may have a more significant impact someday.

Going to scripture, I reflect on Luke 24:13-15, when the disciples walked the road to Emmaus. Because they had witnessed the death of Jesus, they did not expect him to be on their path. God had closed their eyes at that moment, but their perception was also conditioned by what they had experienced earlier.

When we are consistently open to the promptings of the Spirit, God can and will do big things. He will set the scene right when He has something to show or share with you. How you perceive it all depends on your willingness to let God in. It might be something that only you can see or something others think is entirely absurd—these are the moments when you stop and pay attention. God is most likely speaking to you and only to you!


Copyright 2024 Kimberly Novak
Images: Canva

The “Call”: We All Receive Them, But When Will You Answer?

The “Call”: We All Receive Them, But When Will You Answer?

Nine years ago, I got a text from a friend I hadn’t seen in a few years: “I don’t know where to turn or what to do. I’m sick and getting evicted from my apartment as of the 31st. Help me!”.

I was happily living my life. I was a successful singer and sommelier in the San Francisco Bay Area. But, with that one text, my life changed.

Are You Ready When the “Call” Comes?

My friend—we’ll call him Tom—flew with his life partner to say goodbye to his dying mother. While there, Tom’s partner fell gravely ill, passing away in the same hospital a few rooms away from Tom’s mother. In the breath of a few days, Tom lost his mother, partner, and reason to keep going.

Tom was a PhD and very well respected in his community and academia. Over the following couple of years, Tom filled his life with drugs, alcohol, and activities to numb his emotions and memories. When his life was turned upside-down, he reached out to people, but many either didn’t have time, want to change their plans, or put up with his antics caused by the pain.

Trying to Say “No” to the “Call”

I felt the same way when I received Tom’s text. I told myself, “I don’t have time for this! It’s the day after Christmas and my anniversary.” In full disclosure, Tom had been quite dismissive and mean in earlier conversations with me. So, I wrote back saying I couldn’t see him. He replied, “I have nowhere else to turn. This may be it for me. No one cares anymore.” Stunned by his hollow reply, I said I’d come by, but only for a few minutes.

When I arrived, I found Tom visibly shaken, sick, and weighing only half of what he had the last time I’d seen him. He had a few things packed in old, smelly grocery store boxes that he’d scrounged up, and he sat in one place—silent, rocking forward and back, eyes fixed on a spot a few feet in front of him. After making something warm to drink, he came out of the trance long enough to fill me in on what brought him to this point. He’d burned through all his money and lost his job and every “friend” he had. As of New Year’s Day, he would be on the street. He later told me he contacted me either for help or to say a final goodbye.

I stayed, helped him pack boxes, and promised to return the following day, but just for a few hours. That night, I spoke with my wife and told her all I’d seen and heard. The decision was made. We had to help. The next day, we moved his things into a storage locker and helped find a facility to take him in, allowing him to dry out and receive mental help. New Year’s Day became the first day of the rest of Tom’s life.

Answering the “Call”

This was the day after Christmas nine years ago. This week, I received a note via email from Tom. He’s starting a new job he never thought he would have. He is fully employed, off the street, getting benefits—and most importantly—whole again.

Since saying “Yes” to that simple text—that simple “call”—my life has changed in ways I can’t yet express. Soon after, I received a “call” (quite literally) from a nun at my parish to help her establish an overnight homeless shelter for when there was inclement weather in the Bay Area. The men would bed down on our parish hall floor, and I would be there to facilitate and make sure everyone felt safe. I became a Knight in the Order of Malta, sworn to aid the poor and the sick, and I’m on the trail to the Permanent Diaconate. All of this is due to answering a simple “call.”

Did answering that single “call” change my life? Yes! Was it an easy transition? No! My life became topsy-turvy! What was important—no longer held my interest. What I held in high regard—was now pedestrian. And things that I didn’t have time for—became my focus.

We read in 1 Samuel that Samuel was “called” in the night. He didn’t know who was calling him or why, but when Eli told him to answer, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening,” Samuel answered the “call.” And when two of John the Baptizer’s disciples heard him say, “Behold, the Lamb of God…” they listened to the “call” and followed Jesus to where he was staying, causing Andrew (one of the two) to tell his brother, Peter, “We have found the Messiah.” All of this because they heard and listened to a “call.”

I say all these very personal things not to pat myself on the back or state how good I am. No. Just the opposite! I’m opening up to show that anyone, every sinner, like me, is being “called” regularly—every year, month, week, day—we each and every one is being called.

So:

  • What “calls” are you hearing today?
  • What things are causing you to say, “I don’t have time for this…” like I did?
  • What “call” can you finally say “yes” to in your upcoming year?

Copyright 2023 Ben Bongers

How Good That You Exist!

How Good That You Exist!

Everyone wants approval from other people. Some people are more desirous of approval than others, and some people are more aware than others of the existence of this desire within themselves. But the fact is, we all want to be approved of by others. Even gang members want to be approved of (at least by other members of their gang). In fact, that’s one of the main reasons that some adolescents seek out gang membership in the first place: to gain a sense of approval from their fellow gang members, to experience a sense of belonging and acceptance. Kids who experience approval at home, and who have a sense of belonging to a solid family, are far less likely to seek out a gang to join, and are far less likely to respond to a gang’s efforts to recruit them.

So what does it mean to “approve” of someone? Literally, it means to judge that person to be good, in the sense of having value or worth.[i] We all want to be judged to be valuable. We all want to be judged as being worth something. Josef Pieper, the insightful Roman Catholic philosopher from Germany, described the type of approval we seek, and the type of approval that others seek from us, as being captured by the exclamation, “How good that you exist!” We want other people to be glad that we exist, and other people want us to be glad that they exist. We all want to feel like we matter, that the world would be diminished by our absence.

You cannot truly love another person if you cannot honestly proclaim that it is good that they exist. You cannot truly love another person if you cannot first see some good in them. Finding some good in the other person is the first essential step toward being able to love them. And once you have found that good, you then have to continue to see the good in them, even at times when you may find that very difficult to do. Otherwise, love dies.

* This article is an excerpt from Rick’s latest book, The Book of Love: Brief Meditations

[i] Pieper, Faith, Hope, Love, 164.

Copyright 2023 Rick Clements

Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash

Cath-Lit Live: Murder at Penwood Manor

Cath-Lit Live: Murder at Penwood Manor

 

“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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Murder at Penwood Manor by Antony Barone Kolenc

Xan and Christina embark on a journey to Harwood Abbey, where they reunite with their old friends, Lucy and Joshua. When a brutal murder occurs at nearby Penwood Manor, all evidence points to Laurence, a Crusader recently returned from the Holy Land. Unconvinced of the man’s guilt, Xan and his friends must act swiftly to solve the crime. Who could have committed such a horrible killing, and is anyone safe? Is Laurence tormented by demons, or is he haunted by some other secret? And will Xan be forever changed by the choice Lucy and Christina present to him?

 

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About the author:

Antony Barone Kolenc (“Tony”) is the author of the teen historical fiction series, “The Harwood Mysteries,” which has won a dozen book awards. He is an author of fiction and non-fiction books and articles, a columnist for Practical Homeschooling Magazine, and the host of “The Shepherd’s Pie” radio show and podcast. He retired as a Lieutenant Colonel from the U.S. Air Force Judge Advocate General’s Corps after 21 years of military service. He currently teaches law at Ave Maria School of Law, and he speaks at writing, legal, and homeschool events. Tony and his family live in Florida.

 

 

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
Banner image via Pexels

God’s Christmas Wish

God’s Christmas Wish

Finding myself deep in the throes of holiday madness recently, a short phrase spoken by a house guest caused me to stop and think about where my focus is this Christmas Season.

“We want as much as we can get. All dogs want are the crumbs.”

Among the busyness that comes with the holidays are many suggestions for the gift-giving season. As a child, I recall giving my parents my gift wishes in not-so-subtle ways. I circled toys in catalogs and newspaper ads, as a blatant way of letting them know all I hoped for that Christmas. I have lovely memories of how my children voiced their wish lists, and I am enjoying how creativity is growing with each new generation.

Fixing our eyes on the birth of Christ becomes complicated when the commercialization of Christmas is all around us. Somewhere, at some point, there needs to be a balance. After all, God gave us the best Christmas gift ever, and doing the same for our families is good. Keeping our hearts aligned with God in the process is even better.

I never imagined such a profound statement coming from giving our dog apple pie crumbs. The truth in those words echoes in my heart days later. At this time of year especially, we do want as much as we can get, and if you think about it, the little dog considers the crumbs a full-course meal. I don’t think I will ever look at a piece of apple pie the same, and if my little dog plays her cards right, she may end up with a whole slice!

What would this look like if we flipped the circumstances just a little? Would crumbs be enough in everything we pray for or desire from God? If God’s will for our lives is not to receive the wish list in our minds but to receive only a portion, can we be as content as the dog receiving scraps? Taking it even one step further, let’s imagine that we are holding the meal, and God is patiently waiting for us to give Him a portion—how much are you willing to give God? Are you offering only crumbs or the entire piece?

A relationship with God requires opening your heart and giving God your time and energy. We put forth all of these things to the multitudes during the holidays. I never think twice about making time for shopping, baking cookies, and attending holiday gatherings. However, there are times when my prayer life suffers amidst the holiday madness. Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ, God’s one and only Son, given to us as a gift. It is a beautiful gift for you and me to offer our time, energy, and focus to the God who gave us life.

So how do we find that balance, the sweet spot where we can check off the holiday to-do list while staying true to our commitment to the intimacy of prayer? The obvious would be to put God first. This is easier said than done when our minds focus on everything else. Perhaps a written wish list between you and God might do the trick. Consider what God might wish for you, and then offer your requests prayerfully each day. Actions such as these will help to keep your heart and mind focused on involving God in the holiday preparations.

As you wrap presents and tie beautiful bows this holiday season, offer a prayer or two for God’s children who are happy and content with what little they have. Pray for the desire and grace to be satisfied with what God has given you, and perhaps drop a crumb or two to the little dog waiting at your side; God is right there with them.


Copyright 2023 text and dog photo: Kimberly Novak
Other Images: Canva

 

Why Do We Write?

Why Do We Write?

I never knew him. Even after he died, it would be another 60 years before I made my humble entrance onto the world stage as one of his many great, great grandchildren. The family occasionally spoke of him through the years, but I didn’t start to ask questions until I was in my 20’s.

He is my famous ancestor, a man formerly renowned for his musical and literary works, not to mention his well-heeled occupations as dramatist, professor and newspaper Editor.

His parents were famous and educated as well, along with his siblings and cousins for all manner of accomplishments in the fine arts. In fact, if you look him up (or his family line) you will discover that most of them have Wikipedia pages (you know you’ve arrived when you have your own Wikipedia page).

By now, I’m sure you’re wondering who I’m referring to, so I’ll put an end to your white-knuckled impatience. I am speaking about John Hill Hewitt, the great writer, poet, composer and author.

Underwhelmed, eh?

Yes, he gets that a lot.

John Hill Hewitt was indeed a famous man of musical and literary talent in 19th century America. He was born in 1801, and by 1825, he had published his first song, ‘The Minstrel’s Return’d from the War,’ which would go on to receive international acclaim. It was this song that earned Hewitt the title of, “Father of the American Ballad.” Unfortunately for my family, the song was published without a copyright, so there is no family fortune, or Hewitt millions.

John Hill Hewitt would go on to produce hundreds of songs, which would garner him a measure of fame and recognition. He also published many poems, essays, stories and plays. Several plays were produced in the South during the Civil War, and were quite popular in the confederate states, since they portrayed Abraham Lincoln in an unflattering light.

It is interesting to note that, during his life here on earth, John Hill Hewitt possessed the uncanny ability to be in the foreground of American History. He was present for the maiden launch of the first Fulton steamboat. He was in the room when Samuel Morse sent the first telegraph message over the Baltimore-Washington line with the famous message, “What hath God wrought.” He mingled and was personally acquainted with the likes of Henry Clay, John Tyler, Jefferson Davis, Davy Crockett, Walt Whitman, and … Edgar Allan Poe.

Certainly, an illustrious and accomplished man by human standards. In fact, he remains a celebrity in our family hagiography.

And yet … John Hill Hewitt was not satisfied. If you read his autobiography, or the family papers and letters, it becomes apparent almost immediately that he felt as if his work was not adequately appreciated. He was competitive and occasionally quarrelsome with other luminaries of the age, as he struggled for prominence in the American literary world.

This struggle was painfully evident in Hewitt’s relationship with Edgar Allan Poe. I think it is even safe to say, that my dear ancestor believed Poe to be his nemesis. He seemed perpetually annoyed and then perplexed by Poe’s rising fame—never fully appreciating Poe’s vision or appeal.

Poe, for his part, was not terribly fond of my grandfather either—and their mutual animosity became physical one night in a Baltimore alleyway. Both men had entered a literary contest sponsored by The Visitor. JH Hewitt was the Editor of The Visitor, so he entered the contest using a pen name. As a result, Poe and Hewitt were awarded first prize. Poe, for his short story, and Hewitt for his poem.

Poe was not happy with this arrangement, and believed that he should have won both prizes. He accused Hewitt of cheating, since he was the paper’s editor, and of course my great, great grandfather being the man he was, punched Edgar Allan Poe in the face. According to history, here ends the tale of two famous literary talents duking it out in the streets of Baltimore. But I’ll let you in on a little family lore: my great-grandmother always used to say, “That papa had to hit Poe because he was no gentleman, and he didn’t know how to treat his wife.” So, there you have it; a little semi-ancient gossip that didn’t make it into the history books.

After Poe’s death, John Hill Hewitt was tapped to offer one of several eulogies; a task he did not relish. But that wouldn’t be the last time he was asked about Poe. Eventually, everyone wanted to talk to him about his animus toward Poe. The contentious relationship between the two men, actually became a defining factor during the last half of my grandfather’s career. This must have been a sobering realization.

Life is full of ironies … and this little story is one of them. John Hill Hewitt spent nearly a century crafting and honing a place for himself in the annals of literary fame, while simultaneously attempting to outshine other luminaries in the field … Edgar Allan Poe, specifically. But in the final analysis, it was Poe who would go on to garner literary immortality, while my grandfather became nothing more than a footnote at the bottom of a biography on the life of Edgar Allan Poe.

Reflecting on all of this family history leads me back to my original question: Why do we write? What’s in it for us? Are we writing because we believe in something? Do we have a message, a philosophy … an agenda? Do we write for personal satisfaction, catharsis, recognition … or something else?

I love my family, and I adore our family hagiography, but I’m a realist and I can see the errors of my literary ancestor rather clearly. He possessed credible talent, but having talent was never enough for him. He wanted something beyond writing and composing. He loved fame … perhaps more than he loved to write, and I cannot help but wonder if that was his downfall.

We all like to receive recognition. Who doesn’t love a good review? But, I pray that I will always write, first and foremost for God, and then for me.

And when it is time for me to leave this earth, I want only one sentence written about my life:

“God is all that matters, and that is why she wrote.”

© Copyright 2023 by Sarah Torbeck

Images from the personal files of Sarah Torbeck. Used with permission.

REJOICE! The Journey to Christmas Has Begun

REJOICE! The Journey to Christmas Has Begun

 

Turkey Day is over and now the 2023 Christmas odyssey is underway. It is my favorite time of the year and it all begins with the First Sunday of Advent.

I love the ‘reason for the season,’ which is the Baby Jesus. I love the awe in the faces of so many children and the extra smiles that come from the wonder and mystery surrounding Santa’s impending visit. I love the cookies and candy and cake and even some of the anxiety and pressure and insanity that mixes in as we move forward. I even love eggnog, fruitcake and pfeffernuesse. I am a hopeless Chrismatist.

More than anything, I love thinking about the Holy Family. Have you ever really thought about the Blessed Mother when she was a young girl about 14 or 15 years old? She was almost full-term in her pregnancy and was forced to travel on the back of a donkey for more than 80 miles to fulfill the census law. We have to marvel at her husband, Joseph, who must have  loved her so much that he was willing to accept her Baby as his own. He led her and the unborn Child on this journey, protected them with his life, and made sure that the Savior of all mankind lived to complete His mission. This was, after all, a very different time culturally. Mary’s alternative could have been death by stoning.

Thank you, St. Joseph. Thank you, Mother Mary. Thank you, Jesus.

 

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Yes, the Season of Advent began this Sunday (December 3) I have no idea how the days following will play out. No matter what, it will be OK. We are on our way to Christmas. For all of you willing to embrace the season, it is a beautiful, wondrous time for family, friends, love, joy and miracles. Even those who are experiencing debilitating illness or the grief of losing a loved one can find comfort in the Baby born in a cave surrounded by farm animals. That Baby is everyone’s salvation, even the broken-hearted.

Celebrate the feast of Christmas every day, even every moment in the interior temple of your spirit, remaining like a baby in the bosom of the heavenly Father, where you will be reborn each moment in the Divine Word, Jesus Christ.
–St. Paul of the Cross (Catholicquotes.org)

Remember that the Advent Season is all about reflecting on how we can prepare our hearts and homes for Christ’s birth in the world as it is today. So, wrap the advent season around you and absorb the love and warmth that comes with it. From the joyful to the ill and downtrodden the love of Jesus is there for everyone. Stop what you are doing, take in a deep breath, and fill yourself with the LOVE in the air. It’s FREE.

In closing, as we continue on this unpredictable and happy odyssey into Christmas wonderment, I would like to wish you all a beautiful, blessed, healthy, and joy-filled Christmas.


© Larry Peterson 2023

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I Wasn’t Prepared

I Wasn’t Prepared

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A few weeks ago in church, I listened to the sermon about the parable of the ten virgins, five of which were wise and the other five of which were foolish.  All went out carrying lamps to wait for and greet the coming Bridegroom. The five wise virgins brought oil with their lamps, whereas the five foolish ones did not. The five foolish ones took it upon themselves to wait until the Bridegroom came, at which point they would ask their wise counterparts for some of their oil. However, the wise ones told them that they could not share their oil with them, lest there would not be enough. The foolish virgins’ only other alternative was to go out and buy their own, but by the time they arrived at the scene of the Bridegroom’s arrival, they could not attend the wedding banquet with Him. The five wise virgins, on the other hand, were prepared, and hence, they were admitted.

My ears perked up when I heard this. When you think about it, it can be scary. It can feel pressurizing to be prepared for the coming of Jesus, lest we miss out on eternal bliss and peace. Nothing is worse than that, although when I heard this sermon, it reminded me of a similar experience of my own in which I was not prepared. No, I didn’t miss out on getting to heaven (at least not yet), but I missed out on something that could have been very good for me. It has been a hard lesson, and I’m still in the process of forgiving myself for this foolish mistake, which I will describe.

I was preparing to make a “leap of faith” and abandon my current temp job to start a freelance case study copywriting career. Saying goodbye to bosses, commutes, deadlines, pointless meetings, and office politics seemed almost within my grasp. I wanted to create a dream job scenario for myself which would allow me the flexibility to work from home doing something I loved, all while making my own hours, deciding what days I wanted to take off, being able to attend to my children’s upcoming issues at school or at home, et al. Being in job transition had allowed me that flexibility, and it had also allowed me to nurture my faith journey and my prayer life, and I got very attached to that routine.  The last thing I wanted was to stay in my current temp job or even to take on another job – temporary or permanent. 

The time had come for me, I had decided, to be in charge of myself, but when I received the phone call about a job interview in civil service, I should have been ecstatic. Here was a chance for me to work in an environment which is known for being accommodating to people who have children with special needs, for being generous with paid holidays, sick time, and time off in general, job security, solid benefits, and interesting work with good pay. My stupidity got in the way, and my emotions got the better of me because I thought that “my way” with the freelance copywriting career was the ticket to my financial success and my ability to be available for myself and my kids. As a result, I did not take preparing for the interview seriously. I went in with the attitude that I did not care whether I got the job, but that was before I got there and realized that this could be a great thing. 

As soon as I got to the office building in Ridgewood, Queens, I gaped. The surroundings were breathtaking. I looked around and realized that I could be happy making this trip into work every day. Then I went in for the interview. There was a panel of three people, all wonderful, warm, and friendly. They made me feel at home, and the questions they asked were pretty straightforward. Still, I did not feel as though I had done my job of preparing, and I’m almost sure that I blew it. I walked out of there wondering how I could have been so careless as to not prepare myself for this good thing. Had I taken it seriously, I could have gotten into the “banquet,” but I was like those five foolish virgins, and now for the rest of my life, I have to live with the consequences of my attitude. My only consolation in all of this is twofold – I learned a lesson, and I have not yet blown my chances of making it into the “banquet” of heaven.  At least with that, there’s still time to prepare.

© Copyright 2023 by Michael Vassallo

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