Jesus-Is-Savior.com has a lot to say about us Catholics, and none of it is flattering. Some of it is really hard to stomach, but it’s a reminder to me that we need to pray for our brothers and sisters in Christ who have let fear harden their hearts. Living the faith in a world so convoluted can be confusing, and sometimes we end up condemning what is good and true in our efforts to seek the Truth. Lord, let us be loving and compassionate as we work to steer our wayward neighbors back toward your Church.
I’ve got my Rosary out, and I’m ready to pray a few decades for John’s conversion of heart.
I really don’t have enough faith in my own prayers, and I just keep trying to remind myself that when I doubt my prayers, I’m doubting Jesus’s mercy and willingness to help me. I know that whenever my prayers seem to go unanswered, God just has something better in mind, but it can be scary having to accept “no” for an answer, even if God is offering something greater. Also, it can be so difficult to accept that some things take time, though I try to remember that God’s timing is always perfect.
Jesus, life’s disappointments have left me disillusioned, jaded and cynical. I guess you get to a place where you tell yourself you don’t believe in miracles, knowing that deep down you desperately want to be proven wrong. Lord, grant me childlike faith. Cleanse me of my doubt, that my heart may look to You for every answer. I know You’re listening, and I know that You, who conquered sin and death, will answer my prayers and likewise conquer the binds of sin and lust on John’s heart. You alone will fill the void he’s tried to fill with sex and earthly pleasures. I know You can do these things, O Jesus, because You’ve already done them for me.
Before I go to bed, I want to share my chastity prayers with you guys. I say them every night, and they’ve helped me to fight temptations for nearly four years. The first is the Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas, whose purity was challenged immensely when his father and brothers tried to tempt him with a prostitute:
Dear Jesus, I know that every perfect gift,
and especially that of chastity,
depends on the power of Your providence.
Without You a mere creature can do nothing.
Therefore, I beg You to defend by Your grace
the chastity and purity of my body and soul.
And if I have ever imagined or felt anything
that could stain my chastity and purity,
blot it out, Supreme Lord of my powers,
that I may advance with a pure heart in Your love and service,
offering myself on the most pure altar of Your divinity
all the days of my life. Amen.
And the Prayer to St. Thomas Aquinas for Purity:
Chosen lily of innocence, pure St. Thomas,
who kept chaste the robe of baptism
and became an angel in the flesh after being girded by two angels,
I implore you to commend me to Jesus, the Spotless Lamb,
and to Mary, the Queen of Virgins.
Gentle protector of my purity, ask them that I,
who wear the holy sign of your victory over the flesh,
may also share your purity,
and after imitating you on earth
may at last come to be crowned with you among the angels. Amen.
Goodnight, my wonderfull followers! If you ever need prayers, advice or anything else, I’m always here.
Four years in an all-girls Catholic high school prepared me for college writing and defending my faith in the face of persecution; it didn’t prepare for the kind of male attention college has brought me so far. I really don’t … Continue reading
I look at my Tumblr, and it’s sad to think how seldom I use it to share my faith. I have 275 followers, so I certainly would have an audience, but I guess the truth is that I’m afraid that if I “Catholicize” my blog too much, I’ll lose followers. That’s something I need to work on.
Anyway, I have found a few posts that I feel are worth sharing here. This first one is about confession, one I wrote last year. I used to seriously struggle with chastity, but I’ve never, ever told anyone about that, except for the priest and one friend who, at the time, was recovering from the same thing. I guess it’s really hard for Catholic girls in particular to talk about those problems. There’s this idea that only guys look at porn, that only guys have lustful thoughts, that only guys masturbate. It’s not true.
I went to an all-girls Catholic high school after three years at a public middle school. I had worn a purity ring since 7th grade, and I was proud of it. In public school, people asked me about the little silver ring I always wore, engraved with “True love waits” and two tiny hearts. I told them it meant that I was saving sex for marriage. That’s what I thought it meant. That was the extent of my knowledge of chastity, and at the time, simply saving sex for marriage seemed like a huge thing to me. I didn’t care about modesty in dress, speech or behavior. Freshman year was a huge change for me and my perception of what it means to be pure.
Anyway, that’s like the prologue to my freshman year conversion of heart, but I can talk about that another time. This is the blog post I wanted to share:
So, I haven’t said anything about it, but I’d been carrying around this giant burden for a while now. I hadn’t gone to Confession in months because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to make a complete confession, and I decided that it was better to hold off on confession altogether rather than go and not say everything.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve witnessed firsthand the miracles, the graces, the joy that comes with Reconciliation. Just after my 15th birthday, I made the hardest confession of my life, something that had been eating at me constantly for months. I was really struggling, and I felt I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I tried to reason with myself that the sin wasn’t that bad, that God would forgive me even if I didn’t try to do better, but I knew I was wrong. I think that’s the hardest thing ever, accepting that you’re wrong, that Jesus is right, that no matter how you try to justify what you’re doing, you just can’t. The choice is really, really hard: a) keep fighting an internal battle you’ll never win, or b) put down your damn pride, your need for self-gratification, and ask God for help.
That’s where Reconciliation comes in. For months, I put it off, I pulled a St. Augustine: “Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Eventually, though, I just had to do it. I went to Reconciliation, I was shaking and sweating, I confessed to God, through the priest, what I’d done, and I really, really begged Him for help. I needed help. I didn’t know what to do, how to stop, I was terrified of falling back into it. That’s just it, though. The difficulty, the total humility that comes with making a real, soul-emptying confession. It’s powerful. I went home that day, and I think I just cried. For just over two years now, I’ve been entirely free of the burden I was carrying. God’s helped to fight the temptations I thought would never end, and I feel free.
You guys, I ramble like crazy, but please, please, please, please understand the importance of Reconciliation. If you’re struggling with your prayer life, with temptation, internal war, if you feel completely lost and don’t know what to do, go to Confession.
God bless! ❤
I didn’t really find God until my freshman year of high school. At my school, all freshmen take Doctrinal Foundations as an introductory course to the Catholic faith. As you can imagine, that class involved memorizing a lot of Greek- and Latin-based vocabulary that only Catholics use. That’s how I learned the word metanoia, Greek for “change of heart.” I’ve never forgotten that word. It was just so applicable to everything I was going through at the time, and everything I still go through on a regular basis.
Right now, though, metanoia is applicable to the theme of conversion, one of the most wonderful things I can name. Just recently, I came across this article about Leah Libresco, a former atheist blogger who experienced a beautiful conversion to Catholicism. In popular culture, actor Mark Wahlberg speaks openly of the personal experiences that led him to become a devout Catholic who attends daily Mass with his wife. Do we all see how incredible metanoia is?
One of my favorite Scripture verses is Psalm 130:6: “My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for morning.” Every soul thirsts for Christ and His love. Often, we just don’t realize it, so we end up searching elsewhere for something or someone to take the edge off our longing. I tried too damn long to drown out that emptiness before I found God. Nothing worked. God came to me in the peak of my depression and self-loath, and He blessed me with metanoia. That change of heart has made all the difference in my life.
Goodnight, you guys! I hope you all sleep well, remembering that Jesus knows your lowest lows and loves you all the same. Turn your heart towards Him, and He’ll never let you fall. ♥
~ katy, thelightiswhite