W<\/span>ear a hairshirt. Get a backpack full of rocks and run to your church. Organize a Eucharistic procession through the streets of your town. Build a massive bonfire in honor of an obscure saint you found on the Internet in your backyard. Because I don\u2019t know if you\u2019ve noticed, but this world has gotten boring, and could use some Catholics violently expressing their faith.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>As a terrible Catholic, I can\u2019t always muster up the purity of heart required to build a shrine. But I can build a shrine, darnit! I can carry rocks and place them on top of each other and spraypaint a picture of our lady on them with flourish. But in doing this, I can spraypaint her on my heart. The very actions of lifting rocks to make a holy place leads me to reverence, even if my heart was never reverent to begin with. The best example I can think of to prove this point is obedience. It\u2019s tough to have the proper heart when being obedient to our parents, our bosses or the cops on the side of the road where it\u2019d be perfectly fine to be going 90 you wimpy, excuse for a driver. (Ahem, sorry.)\u00a0But the practice of obedience, the actual practice, if done enough, will lead to the actual willingness to obey. Saying, \u201cYes sir!\u201d and doing it will eventually lead to the desire to say \u201cYes sir!\u201d. The action transforms the heart. (OK, maybe not in the case of the cops. But you see what I\u2019m saying.)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/3060433030054060305-4571522824061460334?l=badcatholicblog.blogspot.com\")
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