Changing Everything But Ourselves…

… Today I realized I’d forgotten how to pray the rosary. No, not the prayers. The meditations. Was today the Joyful, Luminous, or Sorrowful Mysteries? I couldn’t remember. Then I tried to pray the Angelus and that also escaped my memory. Geesh. There goes my street cred, I thought. And what business do I have writing a Catholic blog, my conscience answered back.

I’m not to be held as an example for anything, other than being totally human and utterly spiritually lazy at times. And you can always tell when I am neglecting my prayer life because I start blogging about the gays, and the libs, and the heretics, and baby killers. Anything, I suppose, to divert attention away from the only thing I should truly be concerned with – making sure my sorry sinning ass gets into heaven. Oh, and making sure my son gets there too.

Yes, there are such fundamentally horrific sins that deserve our righteous indignation but in our zeal we run the risk of trying to change everything but ourselves. Or at least I do. And when we take it upon ourselves to get up in arms over every wrong what does that imply about our trust in God to dole out justice, I wonder.

Anyway, I’ve been a bit fanatical lately. It’s who I am, especially when I’m feeling particularly guilty about missing confession or forgetting how to pray the rosary.

Don’t mind me. Enjoy your explosives and alcohol tomorrow. God bless ‘Merica. Amen.

About Katrina Fernandez

Mackerel Snapping Papist

  • thehellwithit

    Do I have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the alcohol? Because I started yesterday. 

  • L Schneider

    “What will convert “x” will be the sanctity of our our lives.”   St. John Vianney.  Many (not all, but many) of the great saints, did they worry about converting the entire world?  No…they worried about converting themselves, and thus converted many (St. Therese comes to mind).  You have such a valid point!

  • Rosemary

    Wow.  Well said.

  • Gregg the Obscure

    When I go through what you’re describing, it inevitably leads to a greater clarity of my own conscience and more acute recognition of my own many failings.

  • pablo the Mexican

    I have prayed the Holy Rosary all my life.

    The only Mysteries I remember are the Glorious.

    I have a notebook where I have the Holy Rosary and some devotions within.

    When we pray the Holy Rosary, we are walking in the garden of Heaven.

    Each Hail Mary is a kiss the Holy mother gives us as we are visiting her there, speaking spiritually all the Psalms the Hail Marys represent.

    Please do not run in the Garden.

    Take time to speak with our Mommy.

    And don’t worry that you cannot remember everything.

    The Holy Mother does not like prayer recited from memory as  well as prayer read from a note book.

    It just seems to come from our hearts better.

    And remember this always:

    “Sometimes the only way the good
    Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.”