Saturday, September 29, 2007

Pray for Christine Trollinger's Family

This morning I opened up my e-mail and found the following note from Christine:

Saturday September 29th, 2007

At 11:30 pm, last night, my Lord entreated me to pray. As I pondered this command to pray, my soul was drawn in sorrow, to pray especially for Christopher, my step grand son, our beloved child. I certainly did not know the tragedy which was unfolding, yet God in His mercy made sure that Christopher was surrounded in prayer in his final moments. I prayed the Divine Mercy for Chris, and asked the angels to surround us all.

At 12:50 am, Feast of the Holy Angels, I drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that God had heard the prayers he asked me to pray. And as I did so, Christopher slipped the bonds of earth, and flew into Eternal Life, surrounded in Gods love and Mercy. Now, in the early morning hours, I am reflecting upon our violent and sudden loss of our Christopher. Yet in my heart, I know that God knew Christopher would be dying as I prayed the Divine Mercy for him.

My heart is heavy with the loss of Christopher, but I know he is safe and God has him firmly in his arms.

“Jesus, I trust in You!”

Please hold Christine and her family in your prayers.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

My Story, Too...

... A review The Soul Tells a Story, by Vinita Hampton Wright.

It happened thirty years ago, but it seems like only yesterday. My seventh-grade English teacher asked me -- in front of the whole class -- what I wanted to do when I grew up. I don't remember why I was singled out, but I do remember the immediacy of my response.

"I want to write," I said confidently.

"What do you want to write?" he asked.

I didn't know ... but that wasn't going to stop me. We had just finished The Red Pony and Of Mice and Men, and so I ignored Mr. Burke for the rest of the class and plunged into creating a short story about a horse named Lenny. I wasn't particularly fond of horses, and I hadn't a clue about plot or character development or anything else that it takes to write well. I was woefully lacking in knowledge and experience. But desire, that I had in spades.

In her powerful treatise on the inner life of a writer, Vinita Hampton Wright explores this creative spark.

I believe that the universe waits for us to follow desires that are too tall an order. When we desire big things, God is ready to step in with the grace and the growth. It's better that I long for peace in my marriage than cover that desire with the "need" to suddenly look twenty-five again. I'll go further in my soul development if I desire the best use of my creative gifts rather than concoct a desire to climb some social or financial ladder. ...

I believe that my deepest, truest desires are actually the Creator's desires for me. ... Your deep desires are located in that well that is your very soul, and God created our souls to move us constantly toward health and wisdom and peace (p.102).

The writing process is often -- though not always, as Vinita points out -- a solitary endeavor. The world of publishing is, first and foremost, about relationships between people: Those who read, and those who write, and those who mentor, and those who critique. Perhaps most important, those whose lives spin out before us, as we take it all in and try to make sense of it all. It is the desire to create, to write, to express that anchors us. It is also this desire that gives us wings to experience more.

Drawing largely from her own experience, the author also writes about the "dark side" of writing, the smouldering of thought that can have a depressive effect on the spirit. To write well is to step into the void ... and to make no attempt to stifle the screams of terror or the shrieks of delight. This is perhaps the most painful part of the creative process, since many writers tend to be a bit introverted by nature. But to write well is, above all, to tell the terrifying truth, and to let the world listen in.

Any child can write a story of a pony. But it is an accomplishment of an altogether different kind to lasso the galloping, sweaty-flanked stallions of the human experience. The first is easily forgotten; the second resonates, and keeps them coming back for more.

In The Soul Tells a Story, Vinita pens her search for the sweaty-flanked stallion... And in my opinion, her novels tell the story of a fearless soul who, each time she catches that wild horse, continues the quest for another to add to her stable.

Vinita Hampton Wright will be a keynote speaker at the RBTE Catholic Writer's Conference. If you'd like more information about the conference, click here. For more about Vinita, click here.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

If God Loves Me, Why Do I Hurt So Much?

This week I've posted something at "Streams of Mercy" that may give you some insight into this all-too-common question.

The November/December issue of Canticle is now put to bed! Check the theme list for January/February ... we still need a few more articles. Thanks!

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Feeling Invisible? Part Two

It's been a wild week at the Saxton house. Lying here in my hospital bed, God has been giving me fresh insights into the "invisibility of motherhood" that was the subject of my "Mommy Monsters" post last week.

For those who care to read about it, click here.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Remembering Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

It hardly seems possible that it has been ten years since this saintly woman died. In honor of her memory, I'd like to encourage you to visit Donna-Marie O'Boyle's special tribute to her friend.

Blessed Teresa, mother of all the poor, pray for us!