Everyday. Imperfect. Catholic. #173

Everyday. Imperfect. Catholic. #173

All the Everything’s are cancelled here in Missouri today- not just in a few places, but literally all over. (Thus- all the everythings.)

Ice is in the forecast And here in the Show Me State, we don’t mess around with ice. In fact, if today were Sunday, we might even get a dispensation from our Catholic Obligation to got to weekly mass. People in other denominations  might be able to declare they are having church at home. But we have a list (and it’s a short one which includes dangerous travel conditions) for acceptable reasons to skip.

I often feel like skipping- mass can be boring. Also, it is so cozy in bed on Sunday. Or we have important plans with important friends on Saturday at 4. I work realllly hard during the week. I just want to do what I want to do- the highlight reel of which includes staying in sweats and refusing to wash my face. Besides, if we  aren’t on this planet to do good things while we are here, than what are we here for anyway? This is a serious question I often ponder while concurrently concocting excuses to miss mass.

So it’s just typical that on a day it would be permissible to skip mass the calendar says Friday instead of Sunday.

I identify as a Catholic. And like you, I align my behaviors with my identity. The author Nir Eyal would argue I have an identity pact with myself (I’d say it’s with God, but why split hairs?). Everyone makes choices based on who he or she believes him/her self to be. Research has conclusively shown, that how we think about ourselves has a profound impact on how we ultimately deal with distractions and unproductive behavior.

The genius of the Church is that there are obligations designed to embed habits into our lives so that we are able to stay in line with a straight shot at identifying with Jesus.  To think of ourselves as Catholic is to understand our obligation to be the best versions of ourselves- which won’t get us to Jesus status- but will at least keep us headed in the correct direction.

The trouble is that I, for one, am radically incapable of going for any length of time in the service of using my talents for God’s work without a tangible reminder.  Regardless of how tired I am, or how unentertained I might be, weekly mass unfailingly delivers a guidepost for the weekly renewal  of thoughts, actions, practices, moral virtue, joy, and hope (a list concocted by none other than our main man Saint JP2). And all of that taken together points, aims, and fires us off into a week to do the really good things we were each put here to do.  This obligation simply voids almost all  excuses. Off to mass we must go. We will be better, much better.  for it.

An Invasion of Metaphorical squirrels.

An Invasion of Metaphorical squirrels.

My mother in law and I are both particularly fond of squirrels, the industrious, super cute real kind. She makes allowances for the fact that they steal food from the bird-feeder. I give them a free pass when the chatter incessantly outside our bedroom window. (Last week’s unseasonably warm weather gave them the perfect opportunity to socialize in the middle of the night. More than once I felt happy they couldn’t get in the house and turn on the stereo in the room under our bed like some erstwhile teenagers we used to have. Also, the weather. It’s supposed to take a turn later today. Should I go t the grocery store? Why do people connect bad weather to grocery stores?)  
 
See what happened there?
 
An Invasion of Metaphorical squirrels.
 
Maybe you know them? These are not as cute as real squirrels. They are a complete pain. A late afternoon alert from Insta once entirely derailed me so much that instead of finalizing an important project in the time I’d allotted it, I dialed straight into the chatter of the dastardly little squatters.    [Why haven’t I ever been to Arkansas? There is such a nice museum there? Tom and I said when we were in Venice -we love art and need more art in our lives. Wait. What. When are we going back to Venice?  I wonder how they are doing after the flood. A lot of people helped with clean up. Which reminds me. Australia. The koala bears. I want to help the koala bears. I need to call Tom and see what he thinks about going to Australia to help with the koala bears.] And all this because I allowed the alert into my life, thereby rolling out the red carpet for Rocky and his relatives to bash into my productivity with their tangential, irrelevant messages. 
 
 
We can’t protect myself from everything. But those of us easily distracted by shiny things  can wage war on the alerts flying at us from all directions. Earlier this week, I disabled all notifications on my phone, cleared off my desktop screen (crazy how a clutter of files can suck a person into a dark hole of work unfinished), designated pre-planned times to address email and stayed out of it the rest of the time. And shazam. No squirrel invasions. Miraculous. Really. Plus, easy to do and free.

Research says that it takes about 16 minutes to refocus after being distracted. That’s a lot of time that most of us don’t have.  So here, here to fending off the flying squirrels in 2020. No more free passes. 

Love, Peace, and Eucalyptus- xoxox, LN

Everyday. Imperfect. Catholic. #172

Everyday. Imperfect. Catholic. #172

Last week, a few of us went to see Jen Fulwiler from the Catholic Channel. I was in the throes of the germ that has settled into most of Missouri and used about 12 filters in the picture above to look even half-way decent. (Kim and Shari- so sorry for washing you out, but it was the only way to get rid of the dark circles that made me appear I’d just come from a bar fight.)

Jen talked about her own use of these editing tools. Except. I know she was lying, and I hope she goes to confession. Despite what she said, in person she looks exactly like her insta feed.

She is also very, very on point with “real” Catholic-momming. At the show, it felt a little like those of us in the photo above were the only ones in the room without six or more kids. For a hot second, I found myself confused and wondering if this made us sub-par Catholics, or at the very least, sub-par audience members? (We were, in fact, laughing politely when others were doubled over with tears in their eyes.) But then I realized if that were true, a large portion of the Church would be disenfranchised, and this simply isn’t the case.

Or at least, it doesn’t need to be the case. Disenfranchisement can be a choice. And beyond the choices we make as individuals, we get to decide whether or not we are going to reach out and help others understand this as well. I work with a person who informed me he “used to be Catholic” but stopped “going” because when he tried to go, someone made him feel sub-par about it. Someone made him feel like a “Bad Catholic.”  This made me sad. I wondered if the person who triggered this stoppage had any clue? (Also, let’s get real “bad Catholic” is an actual thing people say.  “Bad Presbyterian” is NOT. That seems silly. We need to choose to drop this mind-set.)

I admire what Jen Fulwiler is doing with her life, and I admire the huge Catholic families we often see in mass. There is much good in the service of God. But I also understand that their service is different than mine- different than YOURS.  We all have a role to play. The key to answer the call in the way that we are able, to keep going back to the sacraments, and to help ensure others feel welcomed to do the same.

Chop Chop!

Chop Chop!

To Chop  Make fun if you want (ahem, Ridge Nelson). This tool has been a standby in my kitchen for a decade. It broke. I re-ordered.