Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Monday, August 20, 2012



        Trying to reaffirm the dignity of being a child of God...


      Not lapsed, just searching, trying to look at my Catholic faith objectively. It was handed down, not a choice. I wanted to be given the chance to choose. Had attended a Catholicism class taught by a Baptist (1689 confession of faith) once a week for 4 months incognito. I felt every guffaw, every negative remark against my faith even though the pastor-lecturer said early on that the class, composed of Baptists/Evangelicals except maybe for me, should be convincing in their kindness. That experience was so hurting, humiliating and humbling that I was depressed for weeks even after classes had been over, because I had been a Catholic since my baptism more than 45 years ago, had attended Catholic schools from Kinder to 4th year College but there was I, clueless and helpless as to how I could defend my faith. Years of Catholic teachings, aside from attending Masses regularly, retreats, recollections, membership in church organizations, did not prepare me for questions that the Baptists would raise about Catholicism.
      I realized from my subsequent readings that maybe the Baptists have a point, and that Catholics, including me, should heed the warnings of Benedict Heron, OSB in his book I Saw Satan Fall:
       "...We are protected from the attacks of the devil and misfortunes, not by a relic, a crucifix, a holy picture, a medal, a scapular, a particular prayer, but by Jesus himself. He may choose to work through an angel or in answer to the prayers of his mother or the saints, or through pious objects, but it is Jesus himself who saves and protects. There can be a danger of superstition as also of a magic mentality if we put our trust in holy things rather than in the Holy One."
      Second warning is "...there can be a danger of some Catholics getting smothered by a multitude of private devotions, special prayers, novenas, holy pictures, scapulars, medals and such things, so that the centrality of the Mass and the basic simplicity of the spiritual life become obscured," and that " we shall not be protected from the attacks of the devil because of the vast number of pious objects around us, or because of endless private devotions."
      Personally, I think that the errors spoken against by Benedict Heron may also be the reason why some or many (don't have the actual number) are getting out of the Catholic fold.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Glaucoma Suspect


On Nov 29 2011, I became a glaucoma suspect. There is no history of glaucoma in my family, no diabetes, no myopia, no high blood, no regular use of corticosteroids yet I am now someone with one or more risk factors that may lead to glaucoma including increasing intraocular pressure even though I may not yet have definite optic nerve damage or vision loss due to glaucoma. I have since been to see another ophthalmologist who wanted to make a more accurate diagnosis other than the applanation tonometry she gave me.

My situation now is depressing. Even though I need to see my doctor, the visit would always bring a feeling of dread of what the diagnosis would be. Last Thursday, I went through three procedures - perimetry, disc photo and pachymetry. I have to schedule my next visit to my doctor so she can see the results of the procedures.

As I write this, I am having an asthma attack. I have taken my medication. My asthma must have been caused not only by extreme weather conditions but also because of concerns about my eye. My attacks started last Thursday morning.

I have to keep myself busy or think of other things to keep from crying or wallowing in self-pity. God has his reasons for all of these.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Why Am I Here?

As a child, I used to ask God why He made me. I couldn't understand why certain bad things happened to me. Now as a grown-up, when my faith backslides, even though I know that God has a purpose for letting things happen in our lives, I question Him again.

"God, infinitely perfect and blessed in himself, in a plan of sheer goodness freely created man to make him share in his own blessed life. In the fullness of time, God the Father sent his Son as the Redeemer and Savior of mankind, fallen into sin, thus calling all into his Church and, through the work of the Holy Spirit, making them adopted children and heirs of his eternal happiness." From the Catholic viewpoint, God created me, each one of us to be with Him for all eternity.

Because I am feeble, whenever I feel that things are not going the way I want them to go in my life, I ask God to take me, as a way of escape from what I perceive as my unbearable life. This is a distortion of God's beautiful plan of letting me share eternity with Him. There can be no shortcuts, for "He has made everything beautiful in its time"(New International Version).

Again and again, I give up. But God in His goodness and mercy always lifts me up.

Maybe my belief in God is shaky at best. I am not a mature Christian. And by definition by Christians, since I am Catholic, I am not a Christian. But God knows that I am wretched and loves me just the same. He loves me even if I only believe in Him because I am scared of the thought of the world turning on its own volition, of things happening with no one in control, of everything getting jumbled because no one is in charge of Operations. I am still scared - scared of falling with no one there to catch me, just like in the song. But I only have to remember that only with God can I still be like a little child, and my fears would leave me.

"He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end"(New International Version).

If God will allow me the gift of understanding, I will have full knowledge of my reason for being. If not, only in heaven will I fully understand why God created me.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

At A Crossroad

I am Catholic by birth and rearing. I now feel that I have to make a decision sooner or later for a faith that I would be willing to die for after living for it. I pray that, though I am at a crossroad, if I make a wrong turn, I can always go back.



I believe that God is faithful even though oftentimes I am not. He will guide me to the right path.