Hellllllooo!!! I haven’t done the 7QT for a while because I am a scatterbrained sort of person who finds that the responsibilities I’ve avoided all week have ambushed me Friday morning, but not this week! Oh no! This week, I’ve managed to stay on track(ish), and here I am, Friday morning, ON MY SECOND CUP OF COFFEE and have time to write some takes.
Holy cow, y’all. Two cups of coffee in a two hour period is NEVER a good decision for me. I’m so amped up I seriously cannot get the words from my brain down my fingers and onto the keyboard fast enough.
Pope Francis’ Interview.
I loved it. I love him.
Did you read the reflection on Flannery O’Connor that Beard Man from Carrots for Michaelmas wrote a week ago? If not, stop. Click over there and go read it. It is amazing. And it also touches on why I love the Pope’s interview so much. Here, in Beard Man’s articulate words:
“But, more dangerously for the Christian, we’re safe from a violent encounter with Christ. What I mean by that is that we’ve all heard the bloody, scandalous, disturbing elements of Christianity for so long they’ve lost the ability to shock or surprise. It’s easy to forget how radical the call of Christ truly is. ”
I know that places like NARAL and HuffPo and, shoot, the mainstream media as a whole completely missed the point, and instead decided to “helpfully” translate the three-day interview for their readers to “Shorter Pope: Let your freaky sex flag fly, he won’t judge!”, and I am in no position, two cups of coffee in, to dissuade them of their misconception.
But for all the faithful who are wringing their hands and wailing and gnashing teeth about the Pope’s comments, I say this: go back and read that quote right up there. Christianity is not a safe, comfortable religion. It’s not a set of manners. It’s not a political path. It is a shockingly radical concept- that God Himself loves us so much- us! stupid bags of bones and snot and bad attitudes!- that He became one of us so that we may know Him, love Him, and serve Him in this world, so that we may be happy with Him in the next.
To everyone upset by the Pope’s interview because you think it undermines the Church’s teachings on abortion, homosexuality, and the permanence of marriage, you’ve been given a great chance to be re-scandalized by Christianity. You’ve been shocked and surprised by the Gospel once again, and that’s an amazing gift!
Look at the progression of our catechism- we must know God first, then choose to love Him, and from that love will flow a desire to serve Him. There are so many people in this broken and toxic culture that don’t even know God. There are so many people enslaved to sin that yearn to love God. If we, as disciples of Christ, can help with those first two things, then the last one- serving God, will follow organically. Engaging the culture about sex and abortion without first giving them some reason to know and love God is like yelling at someone for cutting their arm off and bleeding out when we should be doing everything we can to get them to a doctor.
|I could not love this
So this Sunday, Ken and I get to go to Manhattan for the day, hear Mass said at St. Patrick’s (which I’ve never seen before), and then go hang out with Cardinal Dolan at his house and watch a screening of Catholicism: The New Evangelization.
And the best part? I get to hang out with Jessica at the same time!
Well, the best part may be the gift of a Mass without having to play the Liturgical rodeo with the child army, I don’t know. There’s just so many great things packed into a single day.
Just to make it extra awesome, I told Jessica that Ken LOVES getting hugs from people, and she should pass the word along to everyone there. I’m hoping that Cardinal Dolan hears about it, and wraps Ken up in a great big red bear hug.
I blame Borobia for this one, the wench. Do you know about Twice? It’s got high end clothes (think: Anne Taylor, Banana Republic, and Bebe) that are second-ish hand. Since I’m going to Mass in the city, I needed appropriate clothes, right? So I hopped over to Twice, and got a silk skirt from Michael Kors, an Anne Taylor chambray shirt, and three shirts from Banana Republic. For $50. Yes. Fifty dollars.
I’d have a picture for you, but you’ll just have to wait until I do a thrilling recap of the day. Or, follow me on Instagram and you’ll see pictures as I sneak-take them and post on Sunday.
(Like the steady progression shallower that these takes have taken?)
Hello Flawless Foundation
I’ve never been a foundation fan. I jumped on the BB Cream bandwagon over the summer, but I never loved the kind I had. Partially because I sweat like a Greek sailor and so the stuff was melted off within 5 seconds, and partially because if it ever did stay on, it made me look like a geisha.
My parents gave me a Birchbox gift card for my birthday, and I bought this stuff with it, on a whim. I’m so glad I did. My summer tan’s already gone, and I’ve never realized how much less corpse-like I look with decent foundation.
And that’s more about foundation than I ever want to write about again.
I blame the second cup of coffee.
Lotus has been studying ancient Rome in history class. As a culminating assignment, she’s throwing an ancient Roman dinner party. She found authentic recipes (wild boar and soft-boiled eggs in pine nut sauce are some of the more alarming ones), researched the way dining rooms were set up (“Can we move the basement couch up to the living room so everyone can recline at the table?” ”Um. No.”), and is going to provide togas for the diners.
I drew the line at designating part of the house “The Vomitorium”, however. But then she told me what it really was, and I told her that sounded like a great idea.
We had to put down Lotus’ pet chicken this week. And since it was her pet chicken, and not livestock, we couldn’t eat the thing, but instead had to bury it- in a coffin (!!!!!!!)- in the front yard.
Another one of the Orpingtons is going broody, so she’s stopped laying. We’re down to one egg a day, the baby chicks stink but aren’t quite big enough to let out in the gen pop yet, and the two roosters are just about ready to be slaughtered. We’re planning on doing it for Thanksgiving, so we can have a homegrown bird for our feast. Fancy!
This farm update brought to you by the letter “Wow. That was really more about your chickens than I ever wanted to hear about, Cari.”
What else? I don’t know. Maybe another cup of coffee.
Oh! Since I forgot to post it here earlier this week, head over to Aleteia for my article about failproof ways of vetting your children’s entertainment consumption.
See Jen for more.