I know several days have pasted since the weekend, but it’s never to late to write about good memories. On Sunday, amidst the crowds which surround downtown Nashville on the weekends, I saw the most beautiful gestures of love and affection. My peripheral vision caught sight of an elderly couple walking into a restaurant hand in hand. The couple was at least eighty and as they approached the door the husband gently stepped in front of his wife and opened the door for her, as he tenderly placed his right hand on her lower back to lead her in. It was beautiful to witness such an act of love.
Later that day I saw a pregnant woman who looked as if she could give birth at any given moment. This woman carried life magnificently and as she placed her hands on her back she smiled as if to say “she couldn’t wait to meet her little miracle.” It was a ravishing display of the sanctity of human life amidst our jaded world.
In the evening my roommates and I went to Sunday Mass together. I love Sunday evenings when we are all home, which is rare due to our busy schedules. But I cherish the times we are together.
After Mass we went back to our home and made homemade pizza and an amazing salad, while Mariu, who is a doctor checked where you would go for a subclavian central venous catheterization on all of us. A very typical evening, the only thing that was missing was our dear friend Tina Miller who left us for a boy. Why can’t we just have boyfriends who live in Nashville? But that’s a topic for another day.
Our serious look
Sweet Tina, who we miss dearly
“He was a good house boyfriend” – Tala, referring to Eric
“Do not be afraid to love Me. Love Me through the pain, through the chaos, through the tears. Because I loved you through the cross, I loved you from the cross, and sometimes I must love you with the cross. Sometimes I will have to break your heart, just because I know it needs fixing. Don’t worry about letting Me down, because you were never holding Me up. My Love will hold you up, if only you will let it.”
It’s been a while since I have posted. Life has been busy, busy, busy.
I figured there was no better way to start off a few posts than with an excerpt from In Conversation with God. Here is something that I read today that penetrated my heart.
We have to let others know that Christ is alive by our sense of peace and joy in the midst of difficult and even painful circumstances, by our work well done, by our sobriety and temperance, by our human warmth extended to everyone. When lived to the full, the Christian vocation should affect every aspect of our existence. All the people who deal with us or know us in one way or another should be able to sense the joy within our heart. We have to act in such a way that others will be able to say, when they meet us: this man is a Christian, because he does not hate, because he is not a fanatic, because he is willing to understand, because he is willing to make sacrifices, because he shows that he is a man of peace, because he knows how to love, because he is generous with his time, because he doesn’t complain, because he knows how to overlook what is superfluous… – In Conversation with God, 207.
It leaves you with a lot to ponder, eh?
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