Imagine the Love of God if…

    My daughter just finished a very special trip with her grandparents.  Ten days visiting Washington, D.C.; seeing godparents; enjoying some new clothes; but most of all enjoying a different vision of the world she lives in.  She learned a great deal about where she comes from on my side of the family.  My daughter lives a very virtuous life, and is a role model for me her Dad.  Her selflessness for living God’s law is impressive.  While she was gone though, her absence let me think about how God’s relationship with each of us in the story of the Prodigal Son.  This story is always about the tale of the two sons, but it also gives us a deep insight into the love of God for each of us.  

    In the previous excursions of my children with grandparents I never had a child who was at the age to explore life away from the family.  This time though, my daughter took a trek to the outstanding Christendom College in Front Royal, Virginia.  There she met one possible destiny.  She saw shelves and shelves of great books.  She sat in classes where she had more of the Shakespeare memorization complete then the students (recent homework at Regina Caeli), and also experienced a class knowing she was not yet ready for it.  When she was done she found a great college, and felt it could be a home away from home for her.

   My young lady left, and seriously contemplated the next phase of her life.  Thankfully for me, her description of why included the statement “They really try to live out our Catholic faith there dad.”  In the story of the Prodigal son, however, the boy wanting to live in man’s world chooses to live by his own rules.  He leaves the father, and the father knows he may never come home.   This faithful father also realizes the son may also forfeit a home in heaven for his soul, and this fate would trouble the father even more than a failure to return to the family home. 

    When the father sees his son coming home repenting of his sins, he rejoices. He hugs and adorns his child with all he can.  While the physical return home is good, the father knows a repentant son will be with him forever in the paradise of heaven.  Since tradition teaches us the father is symbolizing God the Father, we know the human joy and love we see pales to the love God has for us.

    So when my daughter returned I rejoiced in having my faithful and true daughter in my care once again.  I also thought of the Father in the Prodigal Son.  Here a son, who was dead to him, returned home.  The son showed repentance, and demonstrated his embrace of the Lord’s ways.  If my joy was immense, I could only imagine the joy and love God poured forth into the moment when sinners come home.

    What an awesome God to believe in, and see reflected in natural law throughout history.

-ehw

Spunky

    At then end of a long day, when you just came inside from playing in the dirt with your brothers you just get SPUNKY!

    I love my kids….this is just all part of loving the moments on the high ground of life.

-ehw

Prayers are Good

Holy Spirit Catholic Church Doraville, GA

Holy Spirit Catholic Church Doraville, GA

    Prayer is good.  The saints say we are made to pray.  Heaven is all prayer all the time.  Thank God we still have places we can go and be in his presence for just 15 minutes!

    Last year I embarked on a year with a prayer intention book.  I am so happy for the many good returns, the strength delivered for continued toil, and friendships made stronger by unity in prayer.  It is now a habit, and I will begin it again. It was fitting to start my second year on my knees before the Blessed Sacrament with a rosary on St. Dominic’s feast day.

    Prayer is made to bring us to God.  To help us atone, nourish, and increase in our spiritual lives.  There are tough patches, great patches and smooth sailing patches.  Each has a purpose and they are worthy experiences for all to encounter.

-ehw

Sunrise with the Lord

First sunrise shot in about ten years!

First sunrise shot in about ten years!

    Back in June I was able to get up to the mountains of North Georgia.  It was hot, but a good time to explore a little of more of the state.  One opportunity I received was the gift of an early rising to meet the sun.  Watching the earth go from black through its purples, reds, orange and full daylight was a simple pleasure. What a gift from God!!

-ehw