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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
autisticandcatholic
autisticandcatholic

obligatory reminder about me, who I am, cause there's so much people following me now

I am not a "Christopagan", I am not a "folk Catholic", I am not a "Catholic witch/warlock", I am not "progressive", I am not a "trad Catholic", I am not a "left/right party".

Nothing can ever make me hate anyone that aligns with these tho.


I am a Catholic. If I stand for nothing, what will I fall for? I want to truly shine what Christ envisioned for me. I want to hold YOUR hand and walk YOU to our Lord and Savior, so that we may bring pieces of heaven down to earth, until He comes again.


The point of my blog is to show you that, in the darkest, deepest pit you're in, God has the ladder, and you have a shovel. Do with that what you will.

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God’s default

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A leper came to Jesus and kneeling down begged Him and said, “If you wish, you can make me clean.”
Moved with pity, He stretched out his hand, touched the leper, and said to him, “I do will it. Be made clean.”

That’s the start of today’s Gospel. It’s such a classic, so on-brand for Jesus, that it’s easy to let it just slide ride past when we read it. But there are two things that we don’t want to miss.

First, look at the response the leper gets from Jesus. Jesus is “moved with pity.

He’s not busy with something else. God incarnate has time for a seemingly random person who needs help. Because, in God’s eyes, there are no random persons. And “moved with pity” is God’s default.

Second, what do we know about the leper, the one begging to be healed? Nothing.

We don’t know who the leper was. Or what he did. He could be completely blameless. Or he could have brought this on himself. St. Mark doesn’t tell us. Why?

Because it doesn’t matter.

Nothing about what the leper might or might not have done. Nothing about how important or unimportant the leper might be (whether to other people or in his own eyes) matters to God.

Nothing about the leper’s backstory has any impact on how Jesus sees the leper.

No questions are asked about whether the leper is good enough to be healed.

Something to keep in mind, if you’ve ever talked yourself out of praying for your own needs. Or if you’ve told yourself that you’ve strayed too far for too long.

Because “moved with pity” is God’s default.


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Today’s Readings

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Hello, I usually don’t do this but one of my church members is working at the border currently helping immigrants who have been affected by the terror that ICE has caused. He has been helping people in a border town who were dropped off with nothing and have nowhere to go.

He is working with a shelter called RespetTrans, and it is the ONLY shelter in town that allows trans migrants in the shelter.

The government has called this shelter a ‘den of sin’ and is ACTIVELY trying to get it to close down. They recently had an air conditioner break and they have 1 month to fix it before the government shuts them down.

So I’m asking you to help both the trans and migrant community in one swoop. The air conditioner is about 5000 dollars, but honestly I hope they can get more than that. I would love if this shelter could have some safety funds for the future.

I know 5000 seems like a lot but if a 1000 people donated just 5 dollars then they would meet their goal. Which to me seems within reach! If you can’t donate please reblog.

If you do donate you HAVE to follow the instructions in the picture below and type in the orgs name: RespetTrans so the money gets to them. ALL money goes to them through this method because transaction fees and such are being covered.

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“Instead I prayed, oh Lord, let me be something useful and unpretentious. Even the chimney swift sings. Even the cobblestones have a task to do, and do it well. Lord, let me be a flower, even a tare; or a sparrow. Or the smallest bright stone in a ring worn by someone brave and kind, whose name I will never know.”

— Mary Oliver, “More Beautiful than the Honey Locust Tree Are the Words of the Lord,” from Thirst (via bostonpoetryslam)