Two Processions

At Palm Sunday mass today, Father said some wonderful things in his homily.
I have to admit that I was distracted at the beginning of the homily, with my own thoughts mostly.  When I starting truly paying attention towards the middle and end I did grasp what Father what trying to get across and I really liked it.
He spoke of the two processions that went on in Jerusalem during Jesus' last week before his passion and death.
On Jesus' entry into Jerusalem, the people celebrated Jesus and opened their arms to him.  They laid palm branched down and yelled "Hosanna!".
Then they turned.  The procession became an angry mob that shouted for Jesus to be crucified.
In a very similar manner people today do this all the time.
We receive Jesus joyfully and rejoice in our Lord and savior... until, as He did in Jerusalem, He shakes things up.
Jesus rocked Jerusalem and gave them a swift kick in the butt.  He does that to us all time, but most of the time we ignore it.  When we do feel it though we do what the people of Jerusalem did, we kick Him our of our lives.
It frustrates me that so many people, especially people who call themselves "Catholic" can openly speak out against teachings of the Church.  I see it as the same thing as well.  We love Jesus until who He needs us to be doesn't fit with how we want to be.  We love the Church and say we are a part of it until something truth that Church holds doesn't line up with some truth we think we know so we protest and rebel.
Jesus and His bride, the Church, know what is best for us yet we still nail them to the cross whenever we think we know best.

I pray during this Holy Week that more people can see the truth that both Jesus and his Church offer us.

Peace all

Excitement!

Excitement all around!
Habemus Papam Franciscum!  We have a Pope! Pope Francis I!

Ok, got that out of the way...

More excitement I guess... I only have one quarter left of school.  I say that sounding like a student when I am actually a teacher, but I say it nonetheless.
I know that I am moving home after I am done with this school year and that is exciting for me.  I feel blessed to have been where I am for the past 3 years, but I am ready to move on.  In a way I feel like I did when I finished college.  There was this overwhelming drive in me to just leave and get on with my life somewhere else.  I don't even remember looking back, I was just moving forward.
Times were tough though and I did miss what I left behind, and I know that will happen again, but right now I am again feeling the excitement building.  This time even more so because I know even less!  That might sound counter intuitive, but the less I know the more excited I feel.  After college I knew where I was going and what I was going to be doing and who I was going to be with.  None much of that now.  I know I am going home, but beyond that... nada.  People even ask me what I am going to do and when I tell them I am moving home and seeing what God wants me to do I have yet to receive a negative response.  Sure, people are sad to see me go, but you expect that.  
Right now I am excited... excited for the future and where God will lead me.  The realization that it is going to be very difficult is something I am not thinking about now.  I know there will be very difficult times so why worry about them now right!
Anyways...(that's how I spell it!) I am excited for the future!

Peace all!