First feast day for St. Elizabeth of the Trinity

Perfect reminder on Twitter, compliments of the Carmelites, that there’s more to November 8 than the American election. It’s the Feast of St. Elizabeth of the Trinity, a 20th-century woman newly canonized. I look forward to reading more about her, beyond this brief post by the Catholic News Agency.  Something written about her in there is very compelling to me.

“She said her mission was to lead souls out of themselves and into a great silence, where God could imprint himself in them, on their souls, so that they became more God-like.”

 

Trust the Lord with most your heart, and lean on your own understanding.

From the “I Wish I’d Written That” file, I offer this post from the blog Collision of Church and State.

The Collision Blog

I will now paraphrase every Christian “I’m voting for Trump” article so that we can all save some time: 

Hello to my faithful readers, blessings to you and your family. This post may come as a surprise. I’ve embraced a great deal of scriptural guidance and prayerful consideration, and the war of convictions stirring in my soul has been overwhelming. To say I’m grieved is an understatement, but by the grace of God I’ve found solace in my choice. After much prayer and painful reflection, I’ve come to a difficult conclusion: the all powerful and sovereign God, with whom all my trust resides, has His limits.

I’ve reached the understanding that this election is a binary choice, and “standing against evil” isn’t an option. Oh, how my heart aches for my country, constantly clinging to that which is evil. Lowering standards with little regard for God’s word, to the point that even I…

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Miscarriage and Abortion: To my Interlocutors

A sister I haven’t met yet.
“At the deepest level of our existence, we are made for love, genuine love, and that is what I am doing at Planned Parenthood and in my writing alongside the countless others striving to build a Culture of Life.”

Swimming the Depths

I know that it is hard to understand me. Things I say and do are maddening. It is easy to push me away and to reduce my actions, words, and love, yes love, to hatred or envy. Often when we make choices out of fear, power, ignorance, or even apathy, we turn on others because they reveal those choices to us in some way. This is why when someone like me honestly shares the truth about pain and loss, I am accused of hatred or envy. I get it. In openly discussing the reality of miscarriage and the loss of a real person, I am implicating abortion. This implication is abhorrent to some, ignorant to others, and a long awaited sense of freedom and healing for so many.

I was supposed to grieve silently and on my own. I am supposed to take my cues from the abortion culture and…

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