As for Me and My House
So, in my English class, I have two very good friends, and we were just talking about games, Madden Mobile to be precise. One of them asked me if I got the new update. I said no, I don’t have the game. He freaked out and told me to take out my phone and download it. I said, “I don’t have a phone”. The entire class collectively gasped. Okay, that stretching it. It just got really quiet and everyone looked at me. Long story short, they both thought my parents were communists for not allowing me to buy my own smart phone. I told them calmly that is just the way we roll in my family.
Last week, on Thursday if I’m correct, I had probably the most stressful day I can recall. I won’t go into details, because then this post would have about one hundred lines of negative thoughts, and that’s not what this blog is about. Anyway, I was at school calling my mom on my dad’s extra phone that he (thankfully) left in my band bag. i was so stressed that I completely forgot my mom was even on the phone. Someone asked me a dumb question and I started swearing. Pretty loudly too. Anyway, afterwards I kinda beat myself up about letting it loose (I am just one of those weird people who doesn’t swear every other word). My friend asked me why Catholics had to be so different from the rest of the school. Why can’t we just be like everyone else?
That seems to be the question everyone is asking nowadays. We seem to be the only ones standing up for traditional marriage. One in a small group who stand for the Right to Life. We are a lot like the apostles in today’s readings. Jesus tells his disciples that to enter Heaven, they must eat His flesh and drink His blood. “This is a hard saying” they murmur, “who can follow it?”. With that, many turn and leave Him. Jesus turns to His disciples and asks, “Do you also wish to go away?”. And Peter, the first Pope replies, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life”.
Have you ever noticed that, out of the thousand Christian denominations, Catholics are the only ones who believed Jesus when He said “This is My Body”? That alone is enough to make us different. But why do we act different? Maybe it is because we are not ordered to this world. Death is not the end for us. We live for Christ. That is why we are different.
Take a Catholic, a good, faithful, devout Catholic, and order his life to the world. What do you get? A normal person at best. Probably a bad person. All he would want to do is to be happy, nothing else. He looks for fleeting pleasure in everything and cares about himself. Whatever is good about Catholicism is ordered to God and Heaven (A.K.A. ALL OF IT). And whatever is good about you is what is ordered to God.
I found this poem on Star of the Sea blog in a post about wealth. It’s very powerful.
Wealth can be an idol, built of gleaming gold,
bringing dreams of paradise, futures bought and sold.
Some will choose to gather it, all that they can hoard,
but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord!
Don’t fall into peer pressure. Don’t let others influence you to do wrong. Others are willing to let their technology govern their lives. Many push for evil in our government. Almost all are ordered towards this world, and what little it offers. Tell them boldly that they can do as they wish, but as for me and my house, WE WILL SERVE THE LORD!
- I was notified recently of what is essentially, a Catholic Facebook. Its called Awestruck, and its awesome. You can join groups that have similar interests as you. For example, I’m in the Tolkien group, as well as the Latin Mass group. You can pray for each other and post prayer requests. You can Pray a virtual Rosary complete with Scriptural Reflections, as well as the Liturgy of the Hours. I highly recommend it, and you can follow me at http://awestruck.tv/members/catholicteen/
- There have been a ton of new readers recently, so I just wanted to point them to the Follow button on the sidebar. If you click that and type in your email address, you’ll get an update overtime I write a new post. It is a must for any reader of this blog.
- Fo those of you who missed the memo, there will only be posts on Sundays for a while. I am extremely busy and do not have time during the week. I may be able to drop in a quote like I did last Monday, but the chances are slim.
- NEW FEATURE!!! – Just a few inches below this, is Tolkien Tavern. It’s a little thing I’ll do every Sunday writing about Tolkien and his works. I might have a language corner, or a reflection about his life, and definitely a quote. Remember, this is a new feature, so I need reader advice on how to improve it, and what you want to be in it. I don’t write a blog just to read it myself, I have a journal for that. I think eventually it will morph into a post by itself, maybe even a newsletter. But again, I’ll only do it if people will read it. I you want that to happen, MAKE SURE TO TELL ME! I’m not God, I don’t read minds.
- Guess what, GOD LOVES YOU! Don’t forget it!
~ TOLKIEN TAVERN ~
Today’s world is very dark. And getting darker. But remember, even darkness must pass. “A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer” – JRR Tolkien.
For this of you who do not know, Quenya is one of the two main Elvish languages spoken in Middle Earth. It was brought into Middle Earth by the Noldor when they came to fight Morgoth. For the most part they adopted the other language, Sindarin, but Quenya was still used as the High Tongue of the Elves. Quenya is a lot like Latin, whereas Sindarin is a lot like Celtic.
I prefer Quenya for two reasons. One is that it is a lot like Latin, and therefore, easier for a latin student (such as me) to understand. The other is that it sounds better in my opinion. Another great thing about Quenya is the resources Tolkien left for us, compared to the little we know of Sindarin.
I have worked with a couple like-minded friends to produce the first translation of the Rosary in Quenya. Feel free to use and share it as you will.
Sign of the Cross:
Essenen Atarwa, ar Yondova, ar Ainasúleva. Násie.
Istanyë Eru, Illúvatar Antaura, I ontaro menelo ar cemeno. Istanyë Yésus
Hristo, Sonya eressë Yondo, Herúlva. Tullë túrenen Airefeo
ar etnoná Marí Vénëa. Nés nwalyaina nu Pontius Pilátus,
Tarwestaina, firnë, panyaina noirissë. Lelyanes nún I vanwanna.
I nelya auressë enortanes. Rostanes mir menel, ar
ná hamna sé forma Illuvataro. Entuluvas namien I cuina ar I
firin. Istanyë I Airefëa, I aire Palurin corda, I yomenië nerion airi, I
avatyaralë lucassion, I ortalë I hroan, ar cuile oia. Násië.
Átaremma i ëa han ëa,
na aire esselya.
aranielya na tuluva,
na care indómelya cemende tambe Erumande.
ámen anta síra ilaurëa massamma,
ar ámen apsene úcaremmar sív’ emme apsenet tien i úcarer emmen,
Álame tulya úsahtienna mal áme etelehta ulcullo. Násie.
Aia María quanta Eruanno, i Héru as elye. Aistana elye imíca nísi, ar aistana i yáve mónalyo Yésus. Aire María Eruo ontaril, á hyame rámen úcarindor, sí ar lúmesse ya firuvamme. Násie.
A laita Atar, ar Yondo, ar Ainasúle. Ve nés i yessesse ná sin, ar yéva tennoio. Násie.
Aiya Tári, Amillë oraviéno,
cuilelma, lisselma ar estelma, aiya.
Lyenna yélalmë, etya-híni Évo,
lyenna síqualmë, nainala ar nyérala
sina nandossë nieníva.
Ai! etta, a sámelma, á querë
menna oravála hendulyat;
ar ámen tana Yésus, i aistana
yávë mónalyo, apa etyalë sina.
A raina, a méla, a lissë Wendë María. Násie.
God Bless (nai Eru lye mánata)!
In Christ, Catholic2theMax