The Power of The Cross: Embracing Peace & Unrest

By Kimberly Novak

 

I don’t know about you, but this season of Lent felt very long to me. It could be because I gave up coffee, and I’m undercaffeinated. Quite possibly though, if Lent has felt long for you, it is most likely because, over the past several weeks, we have sacrificed and taken our sufferings to the cross.

As we prepare for the cross, our prayers are heavy, burdens are recognized and lifted, reconciliation is hoped for, and the realization of Jesus’ death is imminent. All of which are heavy, draining, and exhausting to our prayer life. 

But we made it, and today is Good Friday, a day in which some churches allow us to kiss our hand and touch the cross, paying our highest honor to our Lord for His love and sacrifice. This loving gesture enables us to leave our sufferings on the crucifix through our physical touch. Often, when we can bring into action spiritual symbolism, like touching the cross, it resonates deeper within us and brings us closer to God in that moment.  

Venerating the cross is an opportunity to accept a commission from the Lord in this blessed moment. If your church allows, kiss your hand and touch the cross; otherwise, you can whisper to God in your heart.  

Some ways this can be accomplished are:

  • If there is something you struggled to surrender during this Lenten season, “Leave it at the cross.”
  • Surrender any regrets of failed Lenten promises, and “Kiss or whisper them to God.”
  • Prayerfully share your deepest need at the cross and “Kiss or whisper it to God.”
  • Prayerfully accept God’s call and “Open your heart to God.”

Unfortunately, not all churches incorporate this gesture into the Good Friday service. In that case, a simple, imaginative prayer can be just as intimate. 

I’ve been anticipating this day throughout Lent, with an expectant wonder of where my emotions will take me. After I suffered a traumatic brain injury a year ago, God gave me visions of His crown of thorns, which both comforted me and brought me peace. I knew God had not left me alone in those first two days, and the visions were His way of letting me know He was there. Shortly after those visions, I met with my pastor to try to gain insight into why God blessed me so richly. His words of encouragement were to pray for discernment into what God wants me to do with it. 

Since then, when I see the image of Jesus’ crown, I can only wonder where God is leading me. Looking upon the crown brings me peace or unrest, depending on what is happening in my life. For example, when I am anxious or need God’s presence, looking upon His crown and the reminder of His sacrifice is calming. If the image of the crown is graphic, showing His blood, it brings a sense of unsettledness and anticipation, as if this is a sign that something not so pleasant is on the horizon. 

I’ll never forget the feeling of surrender when God showed himself to me through his crown of thorns. Feeling His love and peace in such a chaotic moment was a precious gift. Jesus’ gift to us on the cross signifies the acceptance of suffering, hope, and a willingness to bear burdens. The same is true for us when we are up against the sufferings of this world, just as I had been through that traumatic injury. 

I have not been given any lightbulb moments other than to take opportunities like this one and briefly share the experience when appropriate. I eagerly await my turn on Good Friday, placing my hand physically or imaginatively on the cross and offering up the blessing of my visions for God’s glory! I pray for the openness, vulnerability, humility, and courage to accept His call.

I pray for blessings on you and your family on this Blessed day. May you be open and willing to accept God’s call, bringing His light and love into your hearts and homes. May God richly bless you this Easter and throughout the year.  

 

Be blessed & Happy Easter,

Kimberly

 

 

 

©️ Kimberly Novak 2025

 

Edited by Janet Tamez

Consider The Flowers

By Kimberly Novak

     

     Sitting in my church and admiring the altar recently, I was struck by the beauty of the flowers placed purposefully on either side. The flowers were specifically chosen to adorn the altar as an offering of a sacrificial act. The gardener who raised and nurtured the flowers had to make sacrifices to have the time and energy to do such a task. Then there is the sacrifice of the flowers themselves. 

     In his book, The Hidden Power of Silence in the Mass, Father Bonificace Hicks paints a wonderful picture of this sacrificial act. In a chapter devoted to the silence of sacrificial offering, Father Hicks brings light into the purpose of cut flowers in the mass:

The cut flowers continue to pour out their beauty as they die near the altar. From the moment they are cut, they are already dying. They use the remnant of their life to worship, shine forth in beauty, and direct our attention to the beauty of the Lord’s Eucharistic sacrifice. This is a great sign of how we are to enter into the sacrificial silence of the Offertory. We, too, are dying, already a day closer to death than when we first believed. (Rom. 13:11). And yet each one of us is also beautiful, a living reflection of the face of Christ. We each have some beauty left to offer, and we can allow our lives to be silently with Christ and point to His beauty, the source of all beauty.”

     My parish does a wonderful job of “flowering” the altar. Many times the flower arrangements adorning the altar are donated following a wedding or funeral service. This in itself is a sacrificial act from the families willing to part with and gift the flowers to the sanctuary. Some parishes may have a flower or garden committee, which has sacrificed their time. There are two times in the liturgical year when you will not see flowers on the altar. Father Hicks, explains why during Advent and Lent, the flowers are absent: The flowers which decorate the altar as a form of solemnity and a sign of joy are not to be used in Advent or Lent, and their absence is intended to evoke a sense of loss and longing.”  Therefore, as we continue on our Lenten journey and anticipate the heartfelt joy in celebrating the resurrection of Jesus, we can look forward to the outward beauty when the flowers once again adorn the altar. 

     Before being placed on the altar, the flowers lived as best they could, offering beauty and joy as their gift to mankind. God invites us to do the same. We are halfway through the 40 days of Lent at the time of this writing. It might be a good time to reflect upon the first 20 days and consider how your sacrificial act will transform your life or relationship with Christ. Reflective points to ponder might be: Am I living up to God’s standards and expectations? Have my decisions of abstinence been easy ones or Have I gone all the way and chosen a sacrifice that will foster a major life change? 

     However, it’s important not to overthink your sacrifices. God knows every part of our hearts and lives. That means he knows that sometimes, even the smallest sacrifices might be big ones, especially if the surrender renews and strengthens the relationship with God. I’m sure that Jesus, as he carried his cross, never once wondered if his sacrifice was easy or worth the effort. 

      I now have a new view of cut flowers and will treat them as holy. Admiring a freshly cut bouquet on my table in the sunlight will make me more respectful of the sacrifices that allowed me to receive their gift. Jesus is the flower at the altar, a reminder of the offerings I must make to honor His commitment to my life. Father Hicks states that  we each have some beauty left to offer, and I say, there is nothing more beautiful than a flower, chosen specifically for you.

 

“… there is nothing more beautiful than a flower, chosen specifically for you.”

 

With this knowledge, consider the flowers, and accept their beauty into your heart, for this is a gift from Jesus to be with Him always. 

 

God Bless! 

 

 

 

 

Quotes sited from, The Hidden Power of Silence in the Mass, by Father Bonifiace Hicks, OSB

©️ Kimberly Novak 2025

Edited by Janet Tamez

Back view of a young woman looking into the sunset.

Offer it Up

Offer it Up

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal which comes upon you to prove you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice in so far as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when His glory is revealed.”—1 Peter 4:12–13 (RSVCE)

Lent is approaching soon. As Catholics, it is during Lent—a season of penitence—that we often give up things we enjoy, or take on a little something extra: any little bit of suffering to help train us spiritually.

But sometimes we don’t need to go looking for trials. . . sometimes, trials find us. This is one of the world’s biggest issues with Catholicism: how could a loving God allow good people to go through hardship? The reason the world is so confused, though, is because that is the wrong perspective to have.

Even Jesus suffered while He was on Earth. But Jesus’ Suffering and Death on the Cross weren’t pointless—it was the price it took to win our souls back from the power of darkness and bring us back into the kingdom of light. And because of what Jesus did on that Cross, if we so choose to join our sufferings to His, every little cross Christ hands us can be the price for souls.

God doesn’t call us to pick out our crosses. He calls us to pick them up.

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t give ourselves little penances, but it does mean we shouldn’t expect that to be the only suffering we ever have to face. And when unexpected and unasked-for trials do arise, we should thank God for the opportunity to help Him save souls. . . and then offer it up.

© Isabelle Wood 2025

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Stumble onto a Forgotten Priest’s Homilies, and Wind Up in a Successfully Reflective Lent

Ever feel like you’ve failed Lent? You enter the season ambitiously on Ash Wednesday, receiving the smudged cross on your forehead, determined to read through the New Testament or Exodus at a measured pace, only to get stuck on a confusing passage and give up … for now.

A local parish offers an evening Bible study, but when the day comes, you’re too exhausted from work. Maybe next week, you think, but then the six weeks go by and you’ve missed the whole thing. You try online reflections, but you just breeze through them over morning coffee. You chastise yourself for being undisciplined or for refusing to take your spiritual life seriously. But maybe you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. A more relaxed approach, such as leisurely readings by a forgotten, but once beloved priest could deepen your faith, self-reflection, and ultimately your relationship with God.

Fr. Ronald Knox is little known to 21st Century Americans in favor of other popular English converts such as St. John Henry Newman and GK Chesterton, but in his time, Fr. Knox was regarded as one of the most influential and prolific Catholics of the past century. He is a contemporary of Chesterton and an Oxford neighbor of CS Lewis, and February 17 marks the 136th anniversary of his birth. Raised in the Anglican tradition, even becoming an Anglican minister, the good father followed in his country’s stead, not because he believed it was the perfect way, but because he wanted to bring the Church of England back to Rome. When he realized his ambition was futile, he converted to Catholicism at the still tender age of 29.

Fr. Knox was much sought after as a speaker, preacher, and retreat facilitator for his way of bringing depth to simple concepts and simplicity to the profound. His self-deprecating humor, orthodox theology, and insight into the human condition found its way into countless published homilies, broadcasts on the BBC, and even detective novels. He is also highly respected for his English translation of the Bible, known as the Knox Bible.

One collection of his homilies that might elude a mainstream audience is his title, The Priestly Life. Originally published in 1958 and re-released in 2023 by Cluny Media, this compilation of 16 retreat talks addressed to priests could just as easily be called The Saintly Life because it speaks to the saintliness we are all called to live. With the wisdom of a compassionate confessor, Fr. Knox, who seems to know what’s inside the flawed heart that yearns to be whole, begins with the Alpha and Omega framed in Biblical history, then gently leads the reader (or listener, originally) to realize his sinful nature, bringing him to humility and repentance. Catholic theologian and author John Janaro quotes Evelyn Waugh’s in a 2021 essay, calling the priest and his ministry an “apostolate of laughter and the love of friends” (Janaro).

His chapters in The Priestly Life address so many of the “No, not me” sins: sloth, apathy, grumbling and complaining, blaming. In “Murmuring,” he engages the reader with a compelling story of the Israelites venting and complaining about Moses and God. You read along, nodding and chuckling, amazed how much they sound like your co-workers. He goes on to explain why the grumbling, a “very difficult sin to avoid,” is a three-fold sin against God, neighbor, and self and realize, “That’s me!” and feel an urgency to go to Confession.

“Part of the reason why God put you into the world was to exercise the patience of others by your defects; think of that sometimes when you are going to bed” (pg. 81).

He speaks to his brother priests in “Accidie” about a “tepidity” of spiritual life. “What I mind about is not so much that I seem to get so little out of my religion, but that I seem to put so little into it. Or perhaps I should put it this way: what I mind about is that I should mind so little” (pg. 90). He also addresses a type of malaise, of going through the motions. The scenarios sound much like ruts that most everyone, at some point and in honest moments, experiences in marriage, work, and life in general. “All of the savour has gone out of his priesthood; he sometimes thinks, even out of his religion. Was he, perhaps, not meant to be a priest … is it possible that he has made a mistake?” (pg. 89).

Fr. Knox, in other chapters, addresses perseverance, death and obedience. In his piece on the Blessed Mother, he eschews “Mariology” and sounds more like a loyal knight honoring his heroine queen. While each chapter serves as retreat on its own, they also impart an appreciation into a priest’s very human life by which we might gain more compassion and understanding of a demanding and sacrificial choice, Wouldn’t that help make a successful Lent?


Copyright 2024 Mary McWilliams

Knox, Ronald. The Priestly Life. 2023. Cluny Media. Providence, Rhode Island.
Janaro, John. Monsignor Ronald Knox. 2021. Magnificat. Catholic Education Resource Center.
Photo Credits: Keegan Houser and Eduardo Braga

An unexpected Evangelization Moment—Distributing Ashes on Ash Wednesday in Walmart

The USCCB states that evangelizing means bringing the Good News of Jesus into every human situation. So how can we everyday Catholics always be prepared to evangelize?

Our behavior and our actions and the words we use are tools for evangelizing. They show that we are Christian. Saying grace before meals while in a restaurant with family or friends, or simply having an “I Love Jesus” bumper sticker on your car, gives a powerful message. You get the idea.

Many times things happen that are “in our face,” and we have only a moment or so to decide what to do: Should we stay and help or keep on walking? It is very easy to ignore a situation, but that is not what the Good Samaritan did, is it? What follows is an example of one of those unexpected moments.

I am an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion (EMHC), and on Ash Wednesday, on my way home after distributing ashes and Holy Communion, I decided to make an unplanned stop at Walmart. I did not have to go there; there was nothing specific I needed, but there was the store and the next thing I knew, the car was parked. As I walked toward the entrance I decided I needed double-A batteries. I did not truly need them, but I guess I had to validate my being there.

As I walked into the store, the express lanes were ahead and to the right. Ahead and to my left was McDonald’s. Outside McDonald’s was a bench, and sitting in it was Rachel, an elderly lady I knew from church. We have been friends for a long time. I walked over to her to say “hi,” and she looked at my forehead and said, “Oh, Larry, it’s you. We forgot today was Ash Wednesday. We didn’t get ashes.”

Let the unplanned evangelizing begin.

Rachel weighs about 70 pounds soaking wet and she is in her late eighties. Her husband, Jim, has Parkinson’s disease and is about the same age. They had both been widowed, met in church, and have been married for about fifteen years. I was still in my shirt and tie and wearing my EMHC cross. Next thing you know I was sitting next to Rachel, praying with her and placing ashes on her forehead. When I finished, I asked her, “Where is Jim?”

Jim was on the line in McDonald’s. The entrance was about fifty feet from where we were sitting. As I got up to find Jim, I noticed there were about a half-dozen people standing there watching us. It dawned on me that there were some people wondering why I was smearing dirt on an old lady’s forehead. I simply looked at them all and said, “Hi folks, today is Ash Wednesday. You can Google it.”

I turned and headed into the restaurant. There stood Jim, about eighth in line with about ten more people behind him. The place was packed and the poor guy was standing there with his left forearm and hand trembling unmercifully. I walked up to him and he was stunned to see me. I said as quietly as I could, “Jim, I just gave Rachel ashes. Would you like to have them too?”

As I stood praying softly with Jim, our audience began to grow. By the time I placed ashes on his forehead more people were coming over to see what was going on. I did hear some people mention, “Ash Wednesday.”

That was my impromptu cue. I turned and faced the gathering crowd and raised my hands in the air. “Hey everyone, today is Ash Wednesday. I am Catholic, as are my friends here, whom I just happened to bump into. They were unable to get to Mass today so they are receiving ashes which remind us to ‘remember that we are dust and into dust we shall return’.”

I actually gave several more people ashes, but then I had none left. I know a lot of people, religious and non-religious alike, watched the unscripted distribution of the ashes. It was an evangelization moment for sure, and it all happened in less than fifteen minutes. I also know it had to be my guardian angel who helped me pull that steering wheel to the right, leading me into Walmart.

I never did get the batteries.

 

Copyright 2019 Larry Peterson 

Margaret Rose Realy and Lent – CWG February Book Blast

Cultivating Gods Garden - Feb 2015

This month’s CWG Book Blast is to get you ready for Lent. We’re a little behind, but that doesn’t make Margaret Rose Realy’s book any less applicable. It’s a perfect springtime meditation as well. It has the CWG Seal of Approval and is published by Patheos Press.

Cultivating God’s Garden through Lent

Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB

These daily reflections for Lent offer tranquility and simplicity by finding God through nature. Readers who love gardens and woods and find solace in experiencing the Creator through these environments will enjoy these prayerful reflections.

Excerpt:

Thursday after Ash Wednesday

 Fast from bitterness; turn to forgiveness

Fast from hatred; return good for evil

It was a relatively small patch that I had dug at the back end of the yard to the rental house where I planned a vegetable garden. As an undergraduate at MSU, and a decade older than my classmates, I knew that growing my own food was a necessity; I did not have parents supporting my education.

I dug a portion of the sod and broke up clumps, picked stones and broken glass from the soil, raked it smooth, and mounded the edges to help direct water. Purchasing seeds, I then planted the early season crops of peas, radishes, kales, and a few herbs. A few weeks later I would purchase starter plants for vegetables that took longer to mature such as eggplants, tomatoes, and peppers.

I returned home rather late after classes one day about a week later and again headed to the back of the yard to water the seedlings before sunset. A few feet away I stopped dead in my tracks, saddened by the state of my garden patch. The mounded edges had been kicked into the lawn. Two-thirds of the patch had been covered over with pieces of hand-dug sod, while the remaining third was trampled. Apparently I had unknowingly encroached into the neighbor’s property.

Disheartened, I cleaned up what remained but knew I did not have enough time in my schedule to expand the now even smaller patch.

Soon afterwards, as weather permitted, I planted starters of tomatoes and eggplants in the remaining section of garden. In another garden area bordering the house I tucked in some bush zucchini seeds.

Throughout the summer when I was studying in my room, I would often hear the neighbor mowing his yard and anxiously hoped my plants were safe. They were often coated with grass clippings but never really damaged.

It wasn’t long until the fruits of my labor ripened and canning and freezing commenced. There is something about tomato and zucchini plants in that I always underestimate their production. Even with the smaller plot I had an overabundance.

While washing the vegetables I looked out the window over the kitchen sink. Sitting in the shade of a large sycamore tree was the woman who lived with the man who mowed the lawn that covered my plants with debris. What I saw was just another woman on a hot August day trying to find a cool place to sit. I had lived next to her for almost a year and never knew her name. After all, I was just another student in the rental house next door.

I carefully laid newspapers in the bottom and up the sides of a small cardboard box. I placed a few small zucchini to one side and then piled several large tomatoes on the other. I took a deep breath and headed out the screened side door.

As I approached the woman I introduced myself and held out the box of vegetables. I could tell by the look on her face she was surprised to see me. I think she realized for the first time that I, the student next door, was close to her own age and not a teenager.

As she accepted my gift she seemed dumbfounded by my presence. She never rose from the lawn chair or told me her name. Avoiding eye contact, she spoke a barely audible “Thanks.”

Feeling rejected, but without bitterness, I turned away and went back to my kitchen to continue putting food by. Looking again through the window I noticed that my neighbor had left her shady area and taken with her my gift.

That September I found a room in a house closer to campus. Before I moved away I kicked the mounded edges of dirt into the little patch that had been my garden, smoothed it over, and dusted it with seeds for new lawn. I patted down my pant legs and “shook the dust from my sandals,” knowing I had already moved on.

____________________________

Heavenly Father,

Guide me to always reflect you to those around me. Spare me the shame of reciprocal behaviors rooted in personal pride and let me not limit your love to human love. Grant me to be charitable and forgiving in the face of apathy or anger, so that those whom I meet will know it is you that I serve.

Amen.

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Cultivating God’s Garden through Lent offers daily reflections for each of the days of Lent. These reflections come from the writer’s experience bringing order to gardens both real and spiritual. At every turn of the trowel, every sprinkle of seed, every tug of a weed, Margaret points out to us the rich, loamy meaning that God has for us, just waiting there quietly, if only we will make ourselves still and small enough to see. Margaret does this, shares the fruits of her contemplation with us, and in doing so, invites us to examine our own gardens, wild and weed-ridden they may be. If we stop and look with her, we will see the kind of quiet, luscious adventure that only a gardener can find. This is the first book to ever make me wish Lent could be longer than it already is. The meditations in Cultivating are just the right length to slow you down without dragging it out, and the messages are presented so clearly… I cannot wait to see what sorts of seeds come forth from the read during that time of cold, silent, invisible growth [of Lent]. ~ Mrs. Erin McCole Cupp, OP