How Can I Keep from Singing?

I like to think I’m a funny person. I mean, my jokes are so funny, I laugh at them even though I know the punch line…But in this blog, I am going to be writing, comically at some times, about a serious issue – the issue of our very purpose on Earth….which is…. to be a Saint. To live a life that is Holy. To honor God through the thick and thin, or as my confirmation Saint Therese of Lisieux  says, to love God through everything in every “little way” by giving God every little thing that you do – whether cleaning, studying, driving, working, or just being.

Saint Therese is a model Saint (yes all Saints are, well, Saints, but they’re not all models – do your homework on St. Augustine of Hippo to see what I mean). Therese never strayed from the church throughout her life. She entered the convent when she was 15 and died of tuberculosis at 24.The image to the right is me  t 15, which, coincidentally is when Therese entered my life as my confirmation saint. At 24, I was married, out of college and working – living a very different life than my dear patron. More on Therese later.

When I think of Saints, I think of two main ways to become a Saint – you are reallllllly good or you die. To be honest, I think the martyr route is the easier of the two. I think that in today’s world, it is harder to be a Saint (yes, partly because we can’t just go get martyred on the way home from church). I think we have more distractions, more disagreements, more distance (personal and physical), more disillusions about Church and church. But I think that for every one of these hurdles, our era brings with it unique tools to not just achieve but seize our ultimate calling.

Follow along with me, and you’ll learn more about me and my shot-in-the-dark approaches to reaching that brass halo. But hopefully, with your thoughts and comments, and the Spirit’s movements, we will, together, keep each other accountable on the path to our final goal, the path where no wants to be The Biggest Loser, and ultimately, the path that Our Greatest Fan, who also happens to be Our Greatest Gift-Giver, the Make-It-Happen-Man, desires for us.

Will we make mistakes? Probably. But when (not if) we fall, we’ll give each other a hand, dust off our skinned knees, and lift each other up.How do we know if we’re doing it right? Well, we’ll be sure to ask really smart people and pray about it! But I can promise that there’s also one sure, simple sign. We are gonna wake up one morning and ask, How Can I Keep from Singing?

 

 

 

Note: Reflections in this blog are my own and do not represent the positions of my employer.