THE ONE WHO IS

 

An optician in a town in Ireland


I am getting my eyes tested, it is a routine check up.

The optician is really nice, and as the tests are quite extensive and 

take some time, we chat a bit, and I tell him how things are difficult 

for me at the moment.

«What you should do», he advises me, «is to go and buy the book

«The Power of Now» and read it».

This I did. I read it, it helped me and I felt relieved.

I understood that what happened to the author, is what happens when 

the mind cannot sustain itself any longer, and it gives way, it surrenders.

And another life opens itself up, one where peace reigns.

On a human level, that book gave me hope.


Subsequently, I realized that the space of the No-Mind needs to have 

The Living God in it, otherwise it is just a matter of time before the mind 

takes over again, maybe not as it was before, but still in a worldly way. 

That showed itself in the author's follow-up book, because everybody 

agreed that it was not anywhere as good as the first one.



A town in Ireland


I am with my friend one day as I am telling her what happened the night 

before when my husband came home: he was like a mad person, ranting 

and raving, and throwing the food around the kitchen.

She looked at me and says: «Well, you do know that that is not normal 

behaviour, he clearly has a problem», and from that moment on, she 

supported and encouraged me in my efforts to improve my situation.

«Listen»,she said one day, « I am in a prayer group, why don't you 

come along and join us?»

«That sounds a bit boring», I thought to myself, but to her I said that I 

would think about it.

After she had mentioned it a few times in the next couple of weeks, 

I said that I might as well go, since she was my friend.

I arrived in the little side chapel of the main church.

That first meeting was the beginning of my surrender, giving way.

That night, the moment everybody started to pray, I started to cry; 

I cracked.

I was crushed and that is what allowed Him to help me.

Not being able to manage myself anymore, was what was needed for 

God to get access.

Coming to deep awareness of the true reality of things.

"God wants his omnipotence to reside in your powerlessness."

Saint Padre Pio

https://greatsaintspage.blogspot.com/2019/04/st-padre-pio-on-suffering.html


«The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.»

(Psalm 34:18 New International Version (NIV)

 

«Gracefully Broken…

«God will break you to position YOU
Break you to promote you
And break you to put you in your right place
But when He breaks you He doesn’t hurt you, He doesn’t
destroy you, He does it with; grace»

 (https://godsanointedprincesses.wordpress.com/2018/01/20/gracefully-broken-2)(#thereisablessinginthebreaking) (Posted on January 20, 2018 by Siphe)

 «Grace is defined as unmerited favor, favour in the eyes of God. In Bishop TD 
Jakes’ words, grace is defined as the force that gives us power to withstand the 
winds and forces of oppostion.
 
Gracefully Broken is to broken by God so that He can take you to a new level 
with him, to be broken so that God can promote you and put you in a place 
where you can experience a new blessing, to be used and filled by Him.
 
When God breaks you, he does it so perfectly that when in the midst of 
“brokenness/the breaking”, he tells you His grace (favour, stabilizing force) 
is with you. When God uses grace to break you, it means He is about to add 
favour in your life. You are about to find favour in His eyes.


Surrender All To Him and Let Him break you.
-Let Him take you from Glory to Glory.
-Let Him multiply your blessing.
-Let Him birth that purpose that He has for you ( Jeremiah 29:11).
Surrender.

Once he breaks you using grace, you start receiving love, joy and knowing 

that He never leaves you nor does He forsake you (Hebrews 13:5).

He will use you shift atmospheres.

Time to be Gracefully Broken

(Tasha Cobbs Leonard, “Gracefully Broken”) (#thereisablessinginthebreaking#WonderfulGrace)(https://godsanointedprincesses.wordpress.com/2018/01/20/gracefully-broken-2/)


After that, I went every week, I never missed a meeting, the prayers supported 

me and gave me hope, they made me stronger. We always prayed The Rosary.


My friend was always there for me, she was always praying for me, and she knew 

how to put love into practice.

«Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor:

If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone

who falls and has no one to help them up.»

(Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)(NIV)


She was a friend who I appreciated a lot.

She was a great laugh, even though she had herself suffered a big

loss in her life; the death of her husband after only a couple of years of 

marriage.

At this stage she had been a widow for many years, and I presumed she 

wanted to meet somebody new.


«No, no »she said, «I just can't be bothered with a man, and anyway I don't 

need a man to be happy», which sounded reasonable enough, but still did 

not make quite sense to me.

Surely it is better to be with somebody, than to be alone, especially as you 

are middle aged, and you are looking at a future old age, all alone?

But she resisted all attempts from any man that showed any interest in her.


A town in Ireland


Lighting the candle every night as I prepared to say my special prayer to 

Our Lady, my heart was heavy as I wondered if I would ever meet someone 

who would be able to love me. I realized that there was no shortage of people 

who wanted to use me, even though it might pass as love.

«Mother Mary,» I prayed, «you know how much I need someone to hold me 

close, to comfort me, to just love me, as I am, please send me someone.»


What a relief for me to discover that I did have a mother, a mother who

looks after her children, who protects them, who guides them, who teaches 

them all they need to know, in order to get to know her Son, Jesus; 

The Living God.

Staying close to her, I discovered more and more that I was safe, 

she protected me.

This was new to me, as I had not had that experience with my 

biological mother.


God formed Jesus in Mary, she was the only person worthy of giving 

birth to true God, true man.

She is our Mother too. She brings us closer and closer to her 

Maternal Heart, and at the same time, closer to Her Son.


Parents are the primary role models for their children, their behavior 

and their words are more or less downloaded into the children. 

So the children in turn will sooner or later copy their parents, 

whether they are aware of it or not.


Our Lady is the mother of Jesus.

Her qualities are Faithfulness, Obedience, and Transparency,

full of grace and light, in a permanent state of surrender to the 

will of God.

Jesus is my brother, Our Lady is my mother.

I know that as her child, I will want to copy her behavior and develop 

her qualities.

This is what children do by their very nature and I know I am a 

child of God.

In regard to the physical child that I once was, I needed love

and direction, from my biological mother.

The child in me has never disappeared, she is, if anything more alive 

now than for a long time.

Any therapist will tell you that we all have our child inside us.

And Our Lord never refuses a request from His Holy Mother, she 

intercedes for her true children.


Praying with others


I join a Sacred Reading(Lectio Divina) group, where we read the 

Gospel of the week together, we meditate on it, we discuss it, and ask 

questions about it.

I realize how relevant the Gospels are, and that they speak to me 

personally.

I also become aware that I have to discern carefully regarding what is 

being said during these sessions.


Because although everybody there is a lot of good will and good 

intentions, it does not prevent their own ideas and conditioning 

(in other words: worldly views) to be mixed in with the Gospel; the Truth.

And it is important to distinguish between those two things.


For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,”

(Isaiah, 55, 8) (NIV)



«But Jesus on his part did not entrust himself to them, because he knew 

all people and needed no one to bear witness about man, for he himself 

knew what was in man.»

(John 2:24-25) (ESV))



The Communion of Saints


On the way out of the church I saw some brochures lying on the little 

table near the door.

Picking up one, I saw it was about a novena to Saint Thérèse, the Saint 

from Lisieux in France.

I took it with me, and walking home, I read it: it said that praying this 

novena to her would not only have your prayer heard, but also you would 

receive, as a sign, flowers in some form or other!

«Flowers?» said I to myself, but despite my skepticism, I decided say the 

novena anyway, because I was in need of help.

My court case was coming up soon, my husband wanted me ejected from 

the house, and our youngest son also, as he was dependent on me to look 

after him.

For 9 days I prayed the novena prayer to Saint Thérèse.

A week later, on the way to catch the bus, a neighbor called me from her 

window: «Wait, I have something for you ».

Thinking that now I was sure to miss the bus, I was a bit annoyed at first, 

but when she came out with a big bouquet of flowers, I was stunned. 

After living in this neighborhood for 23 years, it was the first and last time 

that any of the neighbor had given me flowers.

Just like that.

«I just felt like giving you flowers», she said.

It was strange.

My prayer life intensified after that.


A Circuit Court, Ireland


«I order the respondent to remove himself from the family home, and he has 

14 days to do so»,

announced the judge at the end of the hearing.

The relief I felt was immense, also my gratitude to God for hearing my 

prayer, and to Saint Thérèse for her intercession also.


Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have 

received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold 

anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may 

forgive you your sins.”

(Mark 11, 24-25)(NIV)


My ex, who had equipped himself with the best divorce lawyer in town, 

must have thought it would be easy against me, who had a free legal aid 

solicitor.

He denied that he had threatened to have me killed, and that he had physically 

assaulted me.

Instead, he claimed that I had been unfaithful, that he did not know anything 

about our marriage being in trouble, and that he had grounds for getting me 

ordered out of the house.

«If it wasn't for me, you would be living on the streets,», he often said to me.



Institute of Technology , Ireland


The counseling course lecture is underway.

We are on the subject of how to help someone in distress.

The lecturer; a former catholic priest, is telling us a little anecdote 

about his mother, who seemed to have been a very religious woman.


«One day», he says, «as Mass was over and people congregated outside 

the church, a friend of my mother came to her, very upset, because her 

husband had left her.

My mother's reaction was to say: «I will pray a novena for your husband 

to come back to you».

Then he laughed mockingly.

I do not know why he was telling us this, apart from wish to deride and 

disrespect his mother and the faith of his country.

«Honor your father and mother. Then you will live a long, full life in the 

land the Lord your God is giving you.

(Exodus 20:12) (NIV)

 

Another day he asked: «Is there anyone amongst you who are spiritual;

 any buddhists?»

I was stunned. He seemed to think that you had to be a buddhist to be 

spiritual.


Some time later he told us mockingly during another session about a priest 

who believed in the Holy Spirit. This time too, he laughed.

Again, what had that to do with a third level course in psychotherapy and 

counselling?


«Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, 

but anyone who speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, 

either in this age or in the age to come».

(Matthew 12:32 NIV)


I told him I was a practicing catholic, a believer in Jesus.


«Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the 

devil’s schemes.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, 

against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against 

the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, 

you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, 

to stand.

Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the 

breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the 

readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.

In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can 

extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.»

(Ephesians 6:11-16 (NIV))


Another lecturer on this course said something very significant one day, 

which I knew was true:

«It is important that the client believes in you, that he /she really believes 

 that you can help them.

Because that faith is what will help them.»


It is true; in the same way that a sugar pill; a placebo,

despite the fact that it is void of active ingredients, will work for the patient,

due to the patient's faith in it; a person that believes in the counselor, is also

likely to feel better.

And if the person is getting better principally due to his/her own belief,

what might the outcome be if the person

believes in God and His only Son Jesus, true God and true Man?


«But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to

become children of God»

(John 1:12 ESV)


The training on the course concentrated on the performance, the ability to 

act confidently, it enforced the importance of believing in yourself, 

in order that a client would also believe in you.


I once had a councilor who told me that she thought that my boyfriend

«had nothing to offer me».

Then I had another councilor who thought that 

«he was lovely, and just the right man».

I had not asked either of them for advice on the matter and neither of 

them knew him.


«Stop trusting in mere humans,

who have but a breath in their nostrils.

Why hold them in esteem?»

(Isaiah 2: 22)(NIV)


«Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh 

his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord.»

(Jeremiah 17:5 ESV)



A Church Tribunal Office, Ireland


The priest sitting at the other side of the desk listens to me as I responded 

to his questions.

Then he said: «Well, you certainly have grounds for an annulment, based 

on psychological factors, due to immaturity.

There does not seem to have been an understanding of what marriage  

actually is, at the time that the marriage was entered into. Alcoholism 

precludes that. Would you yourself agree to a psychological test?»

«Yes, no problem,» I answered.

«Also, you will need 2 witnesses that will testify for you», he continued.

«Ok», I said.


A Church Tribunal Office, Ireland


The psychologist had quite a range of tests, my friend had testified for 

me, and also my sister had been interviewed twice in the Catholic Church 

in Norway.

Even though she had not seen much of what was going in my marriage, 

she had seen a bit of what my ex was like, when we still lived in Norway, 

after the marriage.


It being a Court tribunal, my ex had of course been asked to enter into the 

proceedings, and he had been generously accommodated regarding the city 

that would suit him, as he first said that he could not come  

«because he was working elsewhere»

He never turned up anywhere, no matter how much they accommodated him.


January 2012: A town in Ireland


«You have been granted an annulment by the Court Tribunal»

the statement read.

That means, I have never actually been married.


Yes, there had been love there, but that was not enough. 

We both suffered from dependency; he was dependent

on alcohol, and I was dependent on him.



THE ONE WHO IS

 

A town in Norway:

I was looking at my mother, still beautiful, because she had always 

been a beautiful woman, but now she was gone.

I cried.

She had suffered from cancer for at least 10 years, but probably for 

longer, because it had taken a long time before she was diagnosed.

She never expressed herself in a personal way to me.

There was always the duties, she was dutiful.

But why was she so cold?

I think she was holding on to bitterness, always blaming my father.

As a young woman, she had come from the country to the city to 

work, and there she met my father.

He had «made» her pregnant shortly after they met.

He was not «good enough» for my mother's family, and even though 

she married him, she made him the scapegoat for everything that

did not go well afterwards.

Regarding this unplanned pregnancy, which resulted in the marriage, 

as an adult I heard her say that:

«I made my bed and I lay in it».


She did not set out to hurt us, it was not intentional on her part.

But the result is the same, it is cause and effect.

If there is no input of love and safety into a child,

the child cannot live and grow, it can only find ways to survive.


«Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love»

(1 John 4:8)(ESV)



2005: A town in Ireland

With the drink, my husband was often aggressive and frightening, 

and that provided the link to my childhood, to my mother.

I had succeeded in finding someone with whom I could

«tick the box» of living in fear, to satisfy the unconscious drive to 

re-create the fundamental, original experience of what is «normal».

I was thus able to maintain the same

interior state of tension, of watching myself, in regard to him,

that I had lived in relation to my mother.

Despite of this, there was good times too, because he had many 

good qualities, he was outgoing, he could be very generous, kind 

and funny.

We wanted to have children, but after a year and a half and I was 

still not pregnant, my ex husband, who was still a practising and 

believing Catholic at the time, told me that we were going to pray 

the Rosary.


I was a new Catholic, a beginner, and I was at the time not aware of 

the immense power of the Holy Rosary.

But every night, we kneeled down and prayed the Rosary together.

I soon became pregnant, and we had a beautiful boy.

Two years after, I had an agonizing ectopic pregnancy and

after that it became difficult to conceive again, but then I remembered 

how we had prayed the Rosary together a few years before.

My ex husband did not pray any more, although he still went to Mass, 

but he was becoming less and less interested in the Church.


So I prayed the Rosary on my own, as I really wanted to have a little brother 

for our son.

I became pregnant, and our second beautiful son was born.

 



When he was 2 years and 3 months, I noticed a hard lump on his left arm.

My husband told me not to worry, but I was indeed very worried and took him to 

the doctor, who immediately signed him in to the hospital. 

Our beautiful little boy was diagnosed with bone cancer.

The surgeon Mr. Brian Hurson told me that it was a possibility that he would 

have no choice but to amputate the arm at the elbow, where the tumor was 

located.

When he saw my reaction of horror, he explained that there would be no point in 

saving the arm, and losing the child, explaining that if he would not be able to 

remove all the cancerous cells, that would be the scenario.

But first of all, he had to have chemotherapy, in order to reduce the tumor before 

the surgery to remove it.

My husband was never able to implicate himself in all that happened.

He never stayed with us in hospital.

On the first surgery to remove the tumor, when I did not know if the arm would 

be amputated or not, he told me he could not be with us, because he had to work. 

He worked black for a painting contractor at the time, and there was nothing that 

prevented him from being with us.

He even went as far as telling me I could not contact him on his mobile phone.

After the operation, which lasted many hours, I had to phone his boss to tell him 

that his son still had his arm.

 

The surgeon's nurse told me that the surgeon would always go to the Oratory

in the hospital and pray, before he would perform any operation, as he was a 

devout Catholic.

 

Between all the different hospitals where our son had chemotherapy, 

surgery and blood transfusions I spent years in hospital with him.

He was an incredible easy going patient, I know it is hard to believe;

but he never complained once.

He started school with a big heavy steel frame screwed onto his arm in 

an attempt of reconstruction, and in spite of constant infections in it, 

he smiled always.

And when he got older he used to come with me on hill walking trips.

 






My husband's heavy drinking never ceased. I asked him many times, up through 

the years, to do something with it, because it was clear that it was becoming a 

problem in our marriage,it was a block to a real authentic union that a marriage is 

supposed to be.

There was less and less time together, in the end there was nothing.

He was not there for me, nor for his children. I was relying on good neighbours 

to bring our sons to GAA training or other activities, as I had no car.

He was too busy «having a few drinks» in some pub or other.


But on this, he was clear and unambigious:

« I will never give up drinking for your sake,» he said.

I knew I still loved him, but I also knew that not even I could sustain that flame, 

for much longer, on my own.

I wanted to try to save both the love and the marriage, but for that to happen,

we would both have to change things.

Proper communication between us would have had to be established.


This would have necessitated a lot of effort from both of us, and in addition, 

from him: sobriety.

It did not happen.

Bit by bit, the flame died, and only the abuse remained.


«Listen, just do what you want to do, but don't bring it home,» 

he said one night.

For him it seemed like a solution, since the possibility of giving up 

the drink and taking stock of his life and our marriage, was not an option.

It proved to me that he did not love me, or cherish me in any way.

It also in some way echoed my mother's words to me when I was little,

when she wanted me out of the way: «Go out and play». (leave me alone)


«But we stay together,» he said.

Two years later, there was no relationship left, we lived different lives.

I spoke to him one day about the mediation services that I had been in contact 

with.

His reaction was violent.

He stood in front of me in the living room and quite calmly and cooly he said:


«I will get you killed. It won't be me that will do it, but you will be dead»,

then he left the room.


I just stood there, frozen, for quite some time, it felt like I was unable to move.

After a while I went upstairs to my bed room, I layed down on the bed,

looked at the ceiling, asked myself what I should do.

I was terrified, I knew he meant it,

and that he was capable of it.

He had strong connections with the Provisional IRA, he had good friends 

there that used to come to our house to visit.

I knew he hid guns for them. He told me a few times that

the Gardai (the Police) might come to our house asking me questions, when 

he himself would not be at home, which was the most likely scenario anyway, 

since he was not at home much.


He told me that the method of the police would be to threaten me with taking the 

kids away from me, but that I was, under no circumstance, to tell them anything.

Knowing all this about my husband, I had no reason not to believe him when he 

told me he would have me killed.


I managed to get up and walk out the door. I walked into the village, where I went 

into the Garda Station and reported him.


Thank God.

During the court appearance that followed, the Garda (police man) that had taken 

my report, came and testified for me, and I won a Safety Order against my husband.



 

 

 


THE ONE WHO IS

«Si Dieu n’existait pas, il faudrait l’inventer»

VOLTAIRE (1694-1778), Épîtres

(If God did not exist, we would have to invent him)


The Way, The Truth and The Life


How is it that a simple carpenter who lived in an obscure town in an occupied 

country in the Middle East approximately 2023 years ago, and who only spent 

3 years in active ministry, before, on a trumped up charge, was found guilty 

of blasphemy, with the corresponding penalty of torture and crucifixion until 

death, continues to change people's lives today?


South of France:

I am inside a medieval church where I find myself standing in front of a statue 

on the left hand side of the church. I am struck by it.

It depicts God the Father with his mouth wide open, and Jesus: God the Son, 

emerging from it. It speaks to me.


Psalm 8 comes to my mind:

«What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.

You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet,
All sheep and oxen—
Even the beasts of the field,
The birds of the air,
And the fish of the sea
That pass through the paths of the seas.»

(Psalm 8:4-8 New King James Version (NKJV))


Padre Pio also comes into my mind, he used to say that he was 

«a mystery even to himself».




«Abandoned»

I saw the light of day in Norway, autumn 1958.

My parents did not have a name ready for my birth.

As they already had 2 girls, they had been hoping for a boy,

because they had decided that I was to be their last child.

So it was the midwife who gave me a temporary name.


25. January 1959, A Lutheran Church in a city in Norway

«I baptise you in the name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit»


It was the day of my Christening; when I died with Christ,

in order to live with Him in His Resurrection.

I also I received my real name

Åse, which in old Nordic theology is the word for “God” or “Divine”.

I always loved my name.








Summer 1965: A city in Norway

 

Standing on the road above the house where we lived, as a 6 year old 

little girl with a heavy heart, I looked over the roofs of the terraced houses, 

as if I was looking into the future.

It knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I decided in that moment that in the 

end I would be happy.

I had a specific image; I saw myself in France, I saw love, joy and peace.

Why France?

I often heard my father speak about France with great enthusiasm and 

admiration, so in my childish mind I picked it as an ideal place to be 

happy in.


«Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and 

thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that 

what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have 

received it, and it will be yours.»

(Mark 11, 23-24)(ESV)


I was lonely, there was no-body on my side.

I couldn't manage things on my own, I needed somebody to explain 

things to me, to show me how to do things, to teach me things.

I was only a child! But there was nobody.

My mother always said: «Go out and play, I am busy».

But how could she be so busy? My sisters were at school, and she had 

only me and the house to look after.


I remember my mother standing by the kitchen sink, preparing dinner.

I had something important that I wanted to tell her, I remember being 

happy and excited and wanting her attention for a minute.

«Go and sit down», she barked at me, indicating the kitchen

chairs by the table. She was very cold and harsh.


I just wanted some love and attention. 

To this day I remember the chubby ankles of my father's secretary who 

had her office in our house.

Because she was kind and gentle, and even though it was certainly not 

part of her contract to take care of me, she used to allow me to come in 

to the office when she was working.

And since I was small and skinny, I used to creep under her desk and sit 

there, just to have some proximity to a human being.


I also attached myself to my teacher in 1.st class. I used to follow her home, 

and I can remember how she gently explained to me that I could not come 

to her home after school, because she was going to make dinner for her husband.


Then there was the time when the whole family was in the school grounds for 

the celebration of the national holiday, 17th May.

There was stalls, games, brass band, and a lot of people.

All of a sudden I was lost in the crowd, I could not find my mother or father 

anywhere, nor could I see any of my sisters.


I became afraid, and I kept looking all around me. I do not know for how long 

I was lost, but it doesn't really matter, what was important, was that by the time 

I spotted my parents, (and my uncle, who was visiting us at the time), they were 

all laughing at me.

They had seen me all the time while realizing that I could not find them.

There was no hug, no comfort.

I have a clear memory of the knot of anxiety in my stomach as we were leaving 

to go home, passing through the school gate. I knew that I was on my own.


I wanted my mother to approve of me, but I was also afraid of her.

She often lost control of herself, exploding with anger, and she took it out on me

and my other sister.

She would hit us on the backside, but it was her voice that affected me most.

«Shame on you!» and «Go to your room and be ashamed!» she would say,

with such anger and vehemence, that the shame of being who I was,

certainly got a foothold.


This physical punishment she passed off as discipline, but it was not.

She was just venting her frustration and anger.

Yet, I do not think that the physical punishment did a lot of harm, it was 

her coldness and indifference towards me that made me realize that I really  

was alone in the world.

She gave me no signs that she cared about me, there was no gestures, 

no loving words.

 

When I started school, however, the teachers told my mother that they were 

very happy with me, because I was doing well, and then I could see she 

approved of me!

And right there is the basis for neurotic perfectionism, it is quite logical.

One does whatever it takes to get what one knows one need:

love and attention.

Even though she never said it to me directly, I often overheard her saying 

to others with pride in her voice, that «Åse is the best in her class», 

so I knew.

It was the only thing that she approved of regarding me, but it was better 

than nothing.


Neither was there any solidarity in our family, I never got a feeling that we 

were a unit which supported each other.

I did not see it between my mother and father, neither amongst us children.

Although I knew that my father was a kind man, he was always completely 

immersed in his work, which often made him absent from our home.

I had no allies, as far as I could see, I had to manage on my own.

Since my family did not provide a source of comfort or refuge against the 

outside world, I had to create some strong defensive mechanisms in order to 

survive. I trusted no one.

Because if you cannot trust and rely on your own family, who can you trust?


But despite this lack of foundation, nurture and education, my mother did 

pass on to me something important.

She was Christian, and thanks to her I was baptized and received a basic 

christian education.

Obviously as a child I did not realize the value of it, but the seed of faith 

was planted in me.

And this seed, even though it has taken a long time to grow,

could not have grown if the seed had not been planted in the first place.

 

«He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard 

seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of 

all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a

tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

(Matthew13: 31-32)(NIV)


 

Surrender to God does not mean passivity neither compliance with the world

 

 Bad things happens when good men do nothing.

It is not enough to point out what is wrong within the Church, 

to talk about it between ourselves, what change will that bring? 

We are soldiers of the militant Church, we need to act like it,

by standing up for the Truth.

The way they have politicized the Church; made her into an 

organization to help carry out the one world government program

(wipe out sovereign states by the influx of unlimited immigration

which gradually changes the very foundations of each country's 

infrastructure), talking shops for "unity" with other religions who 

are incompatible and contradictory to the Catholic Church 

(ecumenism and one world religion),

social work of all kinds, politic, Ukraine,

the ecology, false teachings regarding "tolerance", etc etc.

 

The Church is only about one thing, she has only one mission; 

and that is to save souls. We are the mystical Body of Christ.

We all have our personal and professional roles and duties, 

but the Catholic Church is about the transmission of the Good News.

 

Please wake up, all you who say nothing, do nothing, do not react, 

when you ought to. What are you afraid of? 

Do you want to stay in your comfort zone? 

Not to create trouble? 

That is not what we are called to do as followers of Jesus.

If we do not speak up, who will?

  

 

All baptised are priests and prophets, God's workers


teaching, without adding/modifying their own ideas and opinions, and this 

last thing is more difficult than we might think.

 

The job of priests is to be transmitters of Christ messages, but in order 

to be able to do that, they themselves need to be holy, because their job is 

not like any worldly job. This is why we need to pray for them.

 

And us; the baptized and confirmed, in order to carry out our own baptismal 

promise, we need to be holy too.  

 

"Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, 

and slander of every kind.  Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, 

so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,  now that you have tasted 

that the Lord is good."

 (1 Peter 2:2)

 

"But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for 
 
his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called 

you out of darkness into his marvelous light."

(1Peter, 2-9)

 

Working moment by moment every day, in an effort to become better, 

kinder, less egoistic, more patient, looking for the log in our own eye instead 

of focusing on the speck of sawdust in our neighbor's eye.

 

Praying for those that hurt us, for those that persecute us, and instead of 

looking for justice in this world, looking to be just with God. 

 

"You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be 

a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through 

Jesus Christ."

 (1 Peter 2:5)

 

Because sooner than we think, we will be face to face with Him, 

time is running out. 


"The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that 

you may pray.  Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over 

a multitude of sins."

1 Peter 4, 7-8

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal"

 

"No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, 

or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. 

You cannot serve both God and money."

(Matthew 6:24)

 

Whatever dominates our spirit, our heart,  we manifest it in our lives, 

it becomes our lives.

 

If the spirit and mind is focused on either accumulating wealth, or always 

looking for monetary gain, because it gets satisfaction from it, 

the heart will not be able to fully, truly love another person, because that

space is already occupied. Love of money is an evil spirit, a mortal sin.

   

The Church has very many devoted practicing Catholics who would not dream 

of giving up their comfortable life styles, living securely in accumulated 

wealth that they have always kept foremost in their minds throughout their lives.

They might be very active in the Church, doing a lot of things, even taking on a 

lot of responsibilities, but their spirit is worldly and not Christian.

 

 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or 

about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more 

than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away 

in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable 

than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

(Matthew 6:25-27)

 

We need money to live, but as long as we have enough, why would we occupy 

the mind with thinking about having more?

 

We are called to love each other to the point of actually giving our lives.

Jesus did it for all humanity, for the remission of our sins, He took our sins 

upon Himself, He suffered an atrocious death in order to redeem those who 

believe in Him, Jesus who is true God and true Man. A real Man,

but totally without sin; God.

 

But what is Man? 

"What is mankind that you are mindful of them,

 human beings that you care for them?

You have made them, a little lower than the angels
 and crowned them with glory and honor. 

You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
 you put everything under their feet: 

all flocks and herds, 

and the animals of the wild, 

 the birds in the sky,
 and the fish in the sea,
 all that swim the paths of the seas.

Lord, our Lord, 

how majestic is your name in all the earth!"

Psalm 8, 4-9


"Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, 

so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, 

over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures 

that move along the ground.

So God created mankind in his own image, 

in the image of God he created them; 

male and female he created them".

 Genesis 26-27

 

For us humans serving and loving God means serving and loving each 

other. 

All my life I searched for God, I was in search of love, which I sought in the 

institution that God established on earth; the Sacrament of Marriage.

My heart could not have been more devoted.

When we had children, the idea of handing them over to a stranger to look 

after them so I could go out and earn money, when we had enough to live,

never occurred to me.  Nothing was more important to me than looking after 

them. 

But when the money became more plentiful things changed, and with the 

added curse and killer of souls; alcohol addiction, it became difficult.

I wanted his love, I begged for it, but between his need for alcohol and his 

focus on money, he knew he was unable to give it, so his solution was to tell

me "to go and live my own life, do whatever I wanted, but we stay together

in the same house".

No man who has any love for his wife would say such a thing. 

 

He eventually acquired the whole house, in addition to properties

in 2 other countries. I did not get my fair share, but I got

what is important to me; the love between myself and my adult children. 


"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who 

loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not 

know God, because God is love.  

This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son 

into the world that we might live through him.  This is love: not that we loved God, 

but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  

Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is 

made complete in us." 

(1 John 7-12)

 

"Catholic guilt" is an expression that many people think is something

unnatural and exaggerated in a Catholic who lives according to the 

commandments and dogma of the Church.

In reality it is that the person has a truly informed conscience, and can 

actually see and feel the true horror of his or her sins, the real consequences 

and damages they cause. The guilt we feel is well founded and justified. 

And that is why we cannot live without the graces received in the 

Sacrament of Confession, 

because there our sins are forgiven and the stains of them removed.

 

So if we were able to remove all sin in us, who would we be like?

 

Christmas Day – God became man so that men might become gods

God became man so that men might become gods. These words of St Athanasius sum up the mystery of the Incarnation. This is what we celebrate at Christmas and it is the source of our great joy.
The Incarnation changes everything. It brings together what the world tries to keep separate – God who is pure spirit, and the material world. Because of this, the true meaning of Christmas is a great challenge to our world. Because of sin, there is a great tendency for us to live fractured dualistic lives where the material reality is separated off from the spiritual reality. From the material perspective, human beings are seen as nothing special, just mere collections of fundamental particles of nature. This is the world of cold facts. This perspective is contrasted with the spiritual perspective where human beings are essentially centers of consciousness, and it is from this spiritual perspective that people try to search for meaning and love. This disunity between materiality and spirituality results in all kinds of evils. When people do not base the spiritual perspective on anything objective, there is no firm foundation to morality – things are only valuable or have meaning because an individual say so. If we believe that from the material perspective we are nothing special, there is no need to treat our bodies with any respect – we just treat our bodies in a way that is consistent with our own artificial set of values.
The sin of Adam in the Garden of Eden, was that he wanted to live beyond his material-spiritual existence, so as to exist in the same way God exists. But in trying to overreach himself, his material and spiritual unity was undermined – he became an enemy of God. God reminds Adam he is dust and to dust he shall return. Ever since the Fall, there has been a war between the material and spiritual realities. Man is uncomfortable in his own skin. He tries to strive for a spiritual existence and to escape from his mundane materiality, but his materiality drags him down and makes him do things he hates doing.

In the Incarnation, all this changes. God, who is pure spirit entered into our material world. The source of all our values, all our meaning and all our loving became a historical fact, Jesus Christ, a child born in Bethlehem 2000 years ago. Through Jesus Christ, not only is our integrity restored, but by taking on human flesh and dying on the cross, God freely gives to man, what man tried to take by force at Eden. God becomes man so that men might become gods. The powers of darkness still try to undermine our material and spiritual unity, but we now know that this darkness is impotent in the light of Christ. In the words of St Leo the Great, we hear the true meaning of Christmas:

O Christian, remember your dignity, and now that you share in God’s own nature, do not return by sin to your former base condition. Bear in mind who is your head and of whose body you are a member. Do not forget that you have been rescued from the power of darkness and brought into the light of God’s kingdom.

Robert Verrill OP

https://www.english.op.org/godzdogz/christmas-day-god-became-man-so-that-men-might-become-gods/

From the Dominican Friars   England, Wales and Scotland website

 

  

 

 

 

  

 

 


 

 

 

External reality : objective facts

 

Not admitting the truth to oneself, but modifying or changing it to fit 

our ideas and our view of ourselves and the world can be at the root of 

mental illness. 

It might be convenient at the given time, that is why we do it, but in the 

long term it is damaging.  

On the other hand, being manipulated or bullied into admitting something that is 

not true, but somebody else's opinion and which serves them and not you,

is equally sick. 


This is why we as Catholics are called to avoid interpretations (judgements), 

to always only stick to facts and never to add our own subjective impressions.


But of course it might be that the objective facts that we present might in themselves 

be interpreted as judgements by others, but that is their problem, not ours, 

we must only adhere to facts.

 

It is also important to take control of our thoughts, our imagination, our memories.

 

For example, if we have confessed a sin to a Catholic priest and  have

received absolution, we should never again dwell on it. God has forgiven it, 

He has also forgotten it, and we must do the same.

If we do not, we might be engaging in destructive self indulgence.

 

In a therapeutic setting; talking about our feelings as they are really felt, describes 

facts inside a person, it is real, it is true, but only to the person, it is subjective.  

As for our imagination; it is an amazing tool, but it ought to be used effectively and 

correctly, with discipline.  


 

To live in a permanent state of surrender totally dependent on God

 

My great-grandmother was abandoned by her husband in 1902. 

He left the house one morning, and boarded a ship that was going to Australia.

He had said nothing, he just left, and his wife was left with 3 small children, 

of which my grandfather was the youngest; he was 1 year of age. 

She never heard a word from him, she did not know where he was.

This took place in Norway, and like in most other countries at the time, state

assisted social financial support did not exist. 


She literally had to go and beg for money, she went to her brother-in-laws, who 

were running a successful timber business, then she got work in a herring factory,

while her 2 eldest; both girls, helped out in a house where they found lodging.

While I know that life was tough for many people at the time, it must have been

very hard for her, also because of the social stigma of having children but no husband

while not being a widow either.

 

Anyway, after 35 years absence, he came back, in much the same manner as he 

had disappeared; he just turned up some day at her doorstep.

And she was overjoyed to see him! She wanted him to move right back in with her!

Not an ounce of anger or bitterness, nothing, just happiness.

This might sound strange to many people, almost unnatural, but it wasn't.

She was a deeply religious woman, I do not know if she had been religious before

her husband had left her, but her faith in the Almighty was solid by the time 

he came back.

The level of fear and difficulties of the situation she had found herself in, had caused an 

internal surrender to God for everything, for the very survival of her children and herself.

In this internal state, there can be no anger, bitterness, revenge, etc, only the light of love 

that comes from God remains. That is why she reacted as she did when he came back.

But this was not the case with her daughters, they, on the contrary, were angry and 

refused to allow him access to their mother, so they actually prevented her from possibly 

having a second chance of some happiness with the man that she still loved, at this later 

stage in her life.

 

I only met her once that I can remember, but in spite of being at that time 

very old and in a nursing home, I remember that she was jolly, happy, 

smiling. I'm proud to have her as an ancestor.

 

 

 



The reality of death

 

Lent is a time to retreat as much as is possible, it is a time for a heightened focus 

and concentration on Christ. To improve our life with Him.

The spiritual practice of renouncing things for the benefit of our soul heightens 

our awareness about ourselves, it reduces the illusions we have about ourselves.

Because it is when we are less comfortable, less satisfied in regard to hunger

or entertainment and distractions, when we practice dying to ourselves, that we are in a better place to see what we are

really like, to see our faults and failings. This is however not a depressing time,

on the contrary; it is a time of immense hope and deep joy, because we know that

in confessing our sins, and with the firm resolution to change and to do penance, 

we are forgiven, we are on the way to complete healing.

Because on Easter Sunday we take part in Our Lord's Resurrection from the grave,

and our hope is that our souls will also resurrect from the grave of sin, confusion 

and darkness, and we can start living the life that God intended for us.

An efficient way to live a good life, is to have the reality of our physical death

always in our awareness. To remember it every day. This is not morbid nor depressing,

on the contrary,  it is necessary. We should try to have a constant inner alertness to the 

reality that this very moment and this very day, might be the last one we have. 

Because nobody knows the day nor the hour.

Am I ready? 

What is waiting me when I draw my last breath and my soul leaves 

my body? 

We need to prepare for this big encounter, at least that is what I want to do.

I want to be prepared, I want to die without fear, ready to meet my maker.

I want to go to heaven.



Evil is real, and so is hell

 

I knew an old woman, recently deceased, who as a small child had seen 

immense evil. It was during the German occupation of France, German 

soldiers had broken into the house of her little friend, they

raped her several times,  in front of everybody, then 

they killed her in front of the parents, afterwards they took the few months 

old baby, stabbed her to death on the table, and then cut her up into

several pieces. 

This happened 79 years ago, but every time she related this, she cried. 

It took place in a village not far from mine.

She was deeply religious, a kind, caring, patient and good humored woman 

who spent her life teaching and loving children.

Some people say that they don't believe in God, because if an all powerful 

loving God existed he would never allow such evil. But it is paradoxically their 

refusal to believe in the existence of evil, that blinds them to see that both God 

and evil exists.

Many people, and many Catholics too, say that they don't believe in hell.

Even looking at it from their point of view; as hell already exist on earth for 

many people, there is no obvious logical reason that it would not exist afterwards.

When people say that they want to end their life, because they can't cope with it,

they sometimes reason that ending it will put an end to the pain and suffering, 

the question arises: how do you know?

It is an assumption, that's all. Wishful thinking. 

The truth is that it is people who are most in touch with the realities of the world,

who don't have blinkers, who do not live in denial about the absolute horrors that 

man is capable of carrying out, and even justifying it, who understands what it 

means to have free will, and that this free will is absolute and it comes from God, 

who created us and everything in the world. 

This awareness makes a person naturally slow to trust any man, he becomes vigilant. 

Man is corrupt, and capable of falling to an unlimited 

level of sickness and depravity. 

Man is also capable of becoming holy, united with God, on earth. 

The Church's catechesis  today is often lacking in clarity, it can be varied from 

parish to parish, depending on the priest.

But God is absolute. He is not someone we can negotiate or make compromises 

with, there are no concessions.  It is a case of "take it or leave it".

 

Because everybody knows the sayings: 

"give the little finger and they take the whole hand"

and  "there is no gain if there is no pain".