By ERIC GIRTEN
THE CATHOLIC KITCHEN
My brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ,
As we continue our march through Lent, we begin to realize the weight of our Ash Wednesday intentions. And so I want to offer some inspiration (so called), from one who trudges with you…
- It’s never a bad day to break a bad habit, but the results of broken bad habits are good days.
- We have a lifetime of opportunities to kneel before Christ, but we will only stand before Him once.
- Would you rather have clean boots and a dirty soul or dirty boots and a clean soul?
- If you acknowledge the possibility of heaven, why would you work for retirement?
- A soul not trained will be the first to fall.
- Jesus taught us to love the Lord our God with our entire being and to love our neighbors as ourselves; now go watch the nightly news.
- The worse the Lent, the greater the Easter.
- Pick just one day out of the year; and on that day, do everything the greatest saint would do. Now, use the rest of Lent to prepare for that day.
- There is no difference between your mission and the mission of a Christian in 42 A.D.
- Your children are, more likely than not, going to grow up just like you.
- Saints have recognized the family as THE basic building block of society, the country, and the world. You okay with that?
I will leave you with “Indifference,” a poem by G. Studdert-Kennedy:
When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged Him on a tree,
They drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary;
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham, they simply passed Him by.
They would not hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die;
For men had grown more tender, and they would not give Him pain,
They only just passed down the street, and left Him in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, ‘Forgive them, for they know not what they do, ‘
And still it rained the winter rain that drenched Him through and through;
The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see,
And Jesus crouched against a wall, and cried for Calvary.”