"Words not Deeds" in our Baptism

At Mass yesterday, in light of the Baptism of Jesus in the Gospel, the priest encouraged everyone to consider their own baptism, and what it means to them. As Catholics, baptized as babies, we often seem to forget that we have been baptized or that it "did" something for us as Christians. 

In reality, our baptism is everything. It signifies that have become part of a community of believers, that we been washed clean of Original Sin, and that now, we have a duty because we have been anointed priest, prophet, and king. So, what does my baptism mean to me?

As a priest, I am called to celebrate the Mass with my brothers and sisters in Christ. I am called to pray for others, and offer my own "sacrifices" to the Lord. Just as Melchizedek offered burned offerings, we offer are on failings, triumphs, lives to God each day. But we also offer the greatest sacrifice each Sunday in the Eucharist, recognizing and receiving God's Son. 

Baptized as a prophet, I am called to proclaim my love of the Lord! This means that I am to share my faith with others, to not deny him three times as Peter did, but to claim God as my own. This also means that I am supposed to bring others closer to God through my own life. Camp, church with Josh, prayer with my family and friends, all of these things are acts of a prophet for the Lord. 

King. I think this is perhaps the most difficult one - what does it mean to be a king for God? I think this is a call to leadership, in our own ways. For me, this being a camp director, a big sister, a future wife and mother, who will guide those in her care closer to God, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

But ultimately, my baptism means action. It means walking my talk, and truly embodying what Christ has called me to be, a daughter of God, a priest in my own right, a prophet through the written word, and a king through leadership skills and opportunities Christ has blessed me with. 

Try to meditate on your baptism today - what does it mean to you? What do you do and what do you say that shows the world your fire that you have been baptized with? 

Tota tua, 

LeAnn 

P.S. the quote, "words not deeds" comes from Alice Paul, a suffragist and feminist who is totally worthy of a quick search today if you feel like learning about an incredible, hardworking woman! 

Haters gonna hate, hate, hate...

I'm baaaaaack!

As you can probably tell, it has been a little while since my last post. A culmination of stress (come on, it was my last semester of my undergrad!), and a bit of hypocrisy made me basically give up on this for a bit. But over the last two weeks, I've felt this overwhelming urge to write again, and Mass last night and a video by John Michael Talbot that my mother shared was the last little push I needed. Essentially, I just felt like God was reminding me that even if no one reads or appreciates this, I'm still putting my faith out there for someone who may really need it to find. There aren't enough witnesses to the Faith and the Love of God, and I shouldn't give it up just because of a few snarky people!

With that being said...it's time for a life update! These past few months have been a whirl-wind of activities. I am now attending the University of Missouri, Kansas City School of Law after graduating from Pittsburg State University this May. My longtime boyfriend, Josh, and I are now engaged to be married this upcoming May of 2016! And, to top it all off, I survived my second year as the camp director at the wonderful Camp Re-NEW-All, and learned a heck of a lot more about myself and my faith while bringing the camp one step closer to my personal goals for it.

Now, the message for the day. As I mentioned earlier, there are bigots in this world who tried (and almost successfully) tore me down and away from writing about my faith. But as Jesus reminds us, prophets are rarely welcome in their own homes. Now, I am not calling myself a prophet in the sense that Isiah or St. John the Baptist was a prophet, but I am announcing the Good News, and as Catholics we are anointed prophets at our baptism, which means we are called in our own ways to be be Lights to the World. Below is the video that gave me final spark, and although he looks like kind of a goofy guy, Mr. Talbot has a really awesome (and brief!) message each day.

https://video.xx.fbcdn.net/hvideo-xlp1/v/t42.1790-2/11946044_10155909037590335_1193738889_n.mp4?efg=eyJybHIiOjMwMCwicmxhIjo1MTJ9&rl=300&vabr=150&oh=23bee4ec35eb9d736206c3331cd08e59&oe=55E48216 

Happy Monday everyone!

Tota tua,

LeAnn

Just Listen

When things get crazy, when the hum and buzz of the all day, stressful usual becomes overwhelming, the first thing to go seems to be the quiet.

We get so worked up about what's coming next, the music we want to listen to or the YouTube video we want to share p, that we don't realize how much is going around us. We also forget to take the time to just breath, and just listen. 

I've mentioned before that one of my favorite author is Sarah Dessen; she's just one of a kind, writing coming-of-age stories that make the reader stop and think about how they would handle the situations thrown upon her characters, or if they have ever been one of her characters. 

One her novels focuses upon the concept of music, and how different people hear different things.  Her protagonists, Anabelle and Owen constantly fight about the different kinds of music they listen to.
Owen, opened minded, constantly looking for a musical enlightenment, and Anabelle is just trying to stay afloat, and not say what's below the surface. 

To make a long story short, and just ruin the entire story for you, Anabelle finally reaches the point where she can talk about what has happened after she listens to Owen's last CD. The CD is blank, which she believed to be the entire point, and even though it wasn't Owen's, it was the author's. 

The point is, sometimes we need the silence.  There is times where we need to be alone with our thoughts and feelings, and listen to what they are telling us. That's how we stay healthy as human, and sane as a Christian.

Remember the story of Elijah, how the wind blew and mountains shook, but God was not in the storm, nor in the earthquake.  Instead, God was in the most gentle and quiet of breezes, whispering in the prophet's ear, and caressing his face.

How can you possibly hear the breeze if your ears are covered with headphones, and your face is hidden behind your laptop?

Stop, and just listen. Enjoy the quiet, even if it's just your six minute drive to school in the morning. Say hi, say I love you, tell God thank you, and also listen.

Totus tuus,

LeAnn