My cronies and I got together for some theological discussion. It was a little more directed than in past weeks, and I think that was helpful. In general, the topic was holiness and detachment. I don't really know about either one of those 2 things, but we agreed that the Rosary was good. Actually, better than good. Ironically, though, we prayed the Chaplet of Divine Mercy instead of the Rosary.
Word to the Wise: Unless it would mean loving someone concretely that you have been neglecting, or were unaware of, the Holy Spirit will never tell you to pray less. If you hear this or think this, it's almost certainly Satan.
I think he uses our awareness of mixed motives to discourage us. But I have realized that even if I pray with a smallish vision, or even somewhat selfishly, God can use that. If my intent is truly God-ward at all, I do a good thing.
The truth is, most people (if not all) don't pray enough. I know it is true of myself. How I wish I had never listened! I surely have brought God to grief. I definitely ended up in the Penalty Box (let the reader understand) more often, and for reasons that should not have been since I believed the lie.
As I drank my beer, I thought of my Dad. I wondered if he had learned the lessons I'm learning now. I miss him.
Word to the Wise: Unless it would mean loving someone concretely that you have been neglecting, or were unaware of, the Holy Spirit will never tell you to pray less. If you hear this or think this, it's almost certainly Satan.
I think he uses our awareness of mixed motives to discourage us. But I have realized that even if I pray with a smallish vision, or even somewhat selfishly, God can use that. If my intent is truly God-ward at all, I do a good thing.
The truth is, most people (if not all) don't pray enough. I know it is true of myself. How I wish I had never listened! I surely have brought God to grief. I definitely ended up in the Penalty Box (let the reader understand) more often, and for reasons that should not have been since I believed the lie.
As I drank my beer, I thought of my Dad. I wondered if he had learned the lessons I'm learning now. I miss him.
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