The Gift of Love

Today was a difficult day.

I kept thinking of my dear mother.

I kept thinking about how the last hour of her life was spent in a car with me driving her home. I kept thinking, what if I had known that this was the last hour of my mother's life? What would  have done? 

I would have held her, hugged her, and told her how much she meant to me in my life.

I would have loved her with open arms and an open heart.

Then I wondered, what if everyone went through their day with open arms and an open heart?

Can you even begin to imagine what might happen?

I imagine it could go something like this.

The boss at the fast food joint wouldn't fire the teenager who arrived 10 minutes late.

The teenager who arrived late wouldn't be rude at the bus driver whose route schedule was put off because the bus was derailed.

The bus driver wouldn't be anxious because this was the third time this week the bus derailed, which meant that his lunch schedule was off and his blood sugar level drops very low when he doesn't eat on time and could lead to a diabetic coma. He misses his old industrial job for its' routine.

The bus driver's wife, Lucy, who is on her way to work at the local day care, would not have had to take notice of what came home in her husband's lunch box that was not eaten. She would not have wondered how long he can hold onto his job.

The daycare director has been monitoring closely the drop in the number of students since the main industry of the town relocated to another country. She would not have had to let go of the newest employee, Lucy, and would not have had to inform her of this news upon her arrival at the daycare, because the industry that employs so many ultimately decided that it valued it's employees more then the profit.

The boss at the local fast food restaurant would not have posted a "help wanted" sign prominently in one of the restaurant's windows...

Jesus Christ came upon this earth with open arms and an open heart and, two thousands years later, he is still the single most influential person who has ever walked the planet.

I thank Jesus Christ for giving me a mother who taught me the love Jesus Christ has for us all.

God bless,

Peter's Bride


There was PC in the Kool-aid

I cannot believe I drank the kool-aid.

In the 1980's and 90's, it was the one tainted with political correctness. Everyone else was drinking it too. 

As an educator, I can tell you that teachers were drinking it by the gallonsful.

The end result of drinking too much of the sweet toxic waste of political correctness is that we are left with a sense of nausea and deep regret for the binge drinking of noxious sludge.

Today,we stand, mouths shut, while non-believers take aim at the faithful and the faith. I encounter anti-Catholic sentiment often as the Catholics get blamed for many of the perceived social ills of today. 

Just the other day, someone railed to me against the Catholics for trying to prevent Sunday shopping some seven years ago, in a small community, home to 82% Catholics!

I pointed out the futility of Sunday shopping, yet, it did not register. 

But, then again, I was speaking to a single mother of three small children whose fathers did not figure in their lives. Her notion of values and morals were not surprising. I would even go so far as too say they were largely typical of this woman's generation.

Therein lies the irony.

The kool-aid of the past decades created an environment where it became socially unacceptable to comment on the actions of others or hold them accountable, where personal choices with social and spiritual ramifications were not challenged, thus creating a free-for-all.

Yes, the kool-aid was drunk by many, but now the majority of Catholics are too green in the face to stand up for the one true faith.


Peter's Bride


A Reflection on Loss

Yesterday, I shared the news of my dear mother's passing. Today, I want to share with you one of the most profound lessons I learned in the aftermath of her passing.

When I returned to the house and stood in the kitchen, where my mother had passed, I remembered that Jesus said that we were in this world, but not of this world.  

There was a profound sense of emptiness in the house. Yet, nothing had moved. The furniture was exactly as I had left it. The dainty china pattern, Old Country Roses, still rested in the cabinet in the dining room. Outside, the car remained in its exact spot in the driveway. 

Yes, everything was still very much as it had been.

Yet, everything was different.

When someone passes from this life, it does not matter what their house looks like. It does not matter what kind of car they drove. Not even the size of their bank account matters when someone dies. 

None of it matters.

Standing in the kitchen, taking in the colors of the china pattern in the adjoining dining room, I was left with the profound understanding of Jesus' message to us. The things of this world do not matter in the end. What does matter is how you spent your time on earth in relationship to others and to God.

While we are not begrudged material goods during out time here on earth, we cannot form a material attachment to them for they have no bearing in heaven. 

The pretty china dishes were not the end, but they were the means by which my mother devotedly prepared and served holiday meals to her family in an act of love she repeated over and over again.

In peace,



Of Love and Loss

June was a difficult month.

I lost my darling mother who, at 71 years of age, died of a massive heart attack.

We had just arrived home from a trip to the US, where she visited loved ones and within five minutes of returning home, she was gone. I was with her at the time.

I am heart-broken.

I find myself walking the fine line between a sad acceptance and a certain amount of gratitude knowing that my mother passed in her own home, which she always wanted.Ten or fifteen minutes earlier and we would have been on the highway, which would have been a horrible thing. 

Mom was able to say "good-bye" to the many people she loved while visiting, which is actually pretty profound when you think about it. Conversations that she had with people in the week prior as well as the day before her death, signaled to me a kind of knowing that my mother had about her life on earth. My mother was very intuitive. She had a deep understanding of her faith and her role as a mother and transmitter of the faith. She believed, wholeheartedly.

I miss my mother greatly. She was my closest friend. I had so many plans for our summer together.  There were things she wanted to do and see. I thought we would do and see these things together. But, my plans are not God's plans and I have to accept this.

A priest once announced in his sermon while my mother was pregnant with me that mothers were "babysitters" for God. She always remembered this and often reminded me that I had an earthly mother in her, and a spiritual mother in Mary, Queen of Heaven. Please, kindly take a moment to remember my mother, Mary, who had a special devotion to Mary, Queen of Heaven. God bless my dear, sweet mother, Mary.

Hail Mary,
Full of Grace.
The Lord is with Thee,
Blessed are You among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of Thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
Pray for Us sinners now,
and at the hour of our death.

God bless you,

Peter's Bride