Imagine this… I celebrated Veteran’s Day by having a family hike with my Veteran and our youngest son, in the ruins at the Cuma Archeological Park. The history is awesome, the views are spectacular, and just being with family is priceless (especially when your teen is 16 and your hubby works so hard).
This was my second visit to Cuma. The first time I went with one of my besties and her mama who came to visit. Cuma was a bustling port town, and the history dates back to 900-850 B.C. Did you see that date? WHAT! That was my reaction. You walk up hill and around. There are burial sites, places where you can see wagon tracks indented in the rocks, and there is even a Holy Water Font in a Temple. I really have no words. Check out the link above.
After we spent a few hours there, reading, imagining, and standing in awe of God’s creations, we went for coffee and came home. The rain started shortly after, so we timed it well.
I can not imagine a better way to Honor Veteran’s Day than to thank a Veteran. And for us, it was a perfect day.
But now it’s time to get to my post… When I got home and read the Magnificat for yesterday, I cringed. That brief – “AACK – I’m so imperfect” cringe. I love Saint Therese of Lisieux, I really do, but dang I wasn’t ready to come face to face with this Meditation of the Day. This daily feature in the Magnificat usually relates to the Gospel, which was Luke 17: 1-6.
The Gospel was about forgiving someone as many times as they ask. And about our Faith, and how it can seem so tiny (mustard seed) and yet be so strong because Jesus is in us. Sigh.
Read this real quick and we will chat on the other side:
How hard is it to ALWAYS try to see the good in others. If you have read my blog for a while, you will know that I struggled when I first moved here. There were two women who really enjoyed their “perceived” power. Not only that, they blatantly started rumors about me that were not true (like that I reported one of them for leaving her children in her car, when I a) wasn’t on base and b) don’t even know how to call security… or that I yelled at their children! – neither ever happened. And yet, small-minded “good” Catholic women chose to believe her/them. and very few even speak to me due to the gossip, etc. .
I backed out of everything I was asked to do by the Priest just so I wouldn’t have to deal with them. I am not involved in the women’s group either, though I am working on re-entering on some level. I just don’t know if I can be nice to people like this. I say that – and then I read this passage and I think – “I have to look for Jesus in her?” I apologized for things I didn’t do, to keep the peace, and she still goes out of her way to be ugly to me… and I have to find GOOD in her/them?
One thing Italy has taught me is I have to master humility. I don’t think of myself as a prideful person. But I really am. And life is NOT all about me. We all want to be given chances in life. And we want for people to see Jesus in us, even when we mess up. We need to remember that when we stand in judgement of others. None of us is perfect. And if we are truly doing GOD’S work, we need to give Him the Glory and stop being bratty. (That last part was for me).
It’s hard to smile in the faces of people who you know do not like you. Seriously hard. But it seems, that this is something we are called to do. Sigh…
I leave you with this… armed with the Commandment to Love everyone as Jesus loves me, I am going to be working on this flaw of mine. Love kept Him on the Cross for me (and you all), and I can set my ego/pride aside and follow His Commandment.
And if you have any tips for me, please share them in a comment. Pray for me too. I’m so flawed. Sigh.
It’s rainy here in Italy and I have chores to do (don’t be jealous). I have a pot of beans on the stove and I believe I’ll bake some bread.
Love and Hugs All,