Fiction Friday will resume next Friday, May 6th when I showcase Karina and Robert Fabian’s book Infinite Space Infinite God, a collection of sci-fi stories!
Early reviews for my upcoming book, “Come My Beloved: Inspiring Stories of Catholic Courtship,” have been overwhelmingly positive and glowing! Thanks so much to Lisa Mladinich, Lisa Hendey, Dawn Marie Roeder and Amanda Marleau!
“Come My Beloved: Inspiring Stories of Catholic Courtship” is a Song of Songs, a book of praise, a treasure-house of faith and romance par excellence! I dare you to try and put it down once you open its grace-filled, enchanting pages. For me, reading this book was a lot like falling in love! The presence of God in the lives of the contributors came through so powerfully to me that as I read the stories, I found myself stopping from time to time to pray and give glory to God. This truly beautiful collection of Catholic courtship stories is a must-read for anyone discerning a vocation, especially the call to marriage; and for those courting, engaged, already married, or widowed. What a great gift to Holy Mother Church, and a powerful witness that God does make marriages in heaven.”
Author, “Be an Amazing Catechist: Inspire the Faith of Children”
“In Come My Beloved, editors Ellen Gable Hrkach and Kathy Cassanto have shared a precious resource for couples looking to celebrate the beauty of Catholic courtship and the vocation to married life. The twelve couples featured offer us diverse, inspirational and encouraging insights into many different paths toward and expressions of marriage. Reading their testimonials feels like sitting down with trusted friends who share from their heart, including insights into struggles and challenges, but also the faith and unity in mission that lies at the core of their successful relationships and marriages. Whether you’re courting, engaged to be married, newlyweds, or celebrating your jubilee years together, this terrific resource offers something for anyone looking to grow closer to God and to one another in a loving relationship.”
Lisa M. Hendey,
Founder and Editor of http://www.CatholicMom.com
Author, The Handbook for Catholic Moms
“Fabulous book that I can’t wait to recommend to all my single and married friends. You truly created a gift for this generation!”
Dawn Marie Roeder
Author, “It Doesn’t End Here”
“Thank you so much for this wonderful gift! I loved the balance of the stories between young and old. It reminds me that there is no right way or right time to fall in love. It was wonderful to bask in the uniqueness of these stories and these people. I enjoyed the narrative style that allows for faults to be seen and it reinforces that faith is a journey and not a destination. Even though all these couples are Catholic, they are not perfect and their journeys have not always been easy. It accurately portrays couples’ paths to be united in God’s love. The book gives me hope for myself and the rest of the world that striving to find a Godly spouse is not in vain. This book is so important because it shows that couples’ still have the power to fight for purity, pursue holiness together and be united in God’s love. Pure love exists and it is possible.”
Marital and Family Therapist
Come My Beloved: Inspiring Stories of Catholic Courtship will be available for purchase from the book’s website website and from Amazon.com in June.
One of the things our family does to commemorate this solemn day is to attend the Good Friday service at our parish.
We also plan to pray the Divine Mercy Novena which begins today and continues until Easter Saturday.
Since 2006, another tradition we have had as a family is to watch The Passion of the Christ. Mel Gibson’s direction is extraordinary. The movie’s realism is difficult to watch, especially the scourging, which is gruesome and prolonged. However, I don’t usually watch that particular scene because of the sheer brutality of it.
Jim Caviezel’s portrayal of Jesus is incredibly believable. I always enjoy the flashback scenes of Jesus with His mother. The scene in which He embraces His cross is one that made me gasp the first time I saw it.
Jesus suffered a brutal death for mankind. The knowledge that He suffered and died (and would have done so for me alone) gives me the strength and courage I need to strive for holiness.
Every human being living on this earth will die someday. By His death and resurrection, Jesus won for us the gift of eternal life in heaven. Embracing this gift means living a life of sacrifice, selflessness and virtue.
This day is meaningful to me for another reason. Thirty-three years ago, my father died an unexpected death. Sudden death can shock any family. I was only 18, but my dad’s death made me think deeply about the meaning of life and about the “other side.” For the first time in my young life, my faith gave me tremendous consolation.
My prayer is that all Christians will take time today to reflect on the great gift God gave us, the gift of His Son, and the sacrifice He won for us, eternal life in heaven.
Copyright 2011 Ellen Gable Hrkach
“Joy is very quiet. It is like a light that shines in the darkness. It is connected with hope and with love. It is full of wonderment…When the bed is still very warm and I am half awake, joy comes to me every morning with the incredible thought that here God has granted me another day to love Him and to serve Him.” Catherine Doherty, Dearly Beloved I
On this Spy Wednesday, as we are reflecting on the Gospel reading (Mt 26:14-25) which recounts the events leading up to Judas’ betrayal of Jesus, we ought to be reminded that each day is a gift to love and serve God, a God who gave His only Son, so we may live for all eternity in heaven.
Text copyright 2011 Ellen Gable Hrkach
Photo copyright 2011 Josh Hrkach
“Marital continence is so much more difficult than continence outside marriage because the spouses grow accustomed to intercourse, as befits the state which they have both consciously chosen. Once they begin to have sexual intercourse as a habit, and a constant inclination is created, a mutual need for intercourse comes into being. This need is a normal manifestation of love, and not only in the sensual-sexual sense but in the personal sense too. In matrimony the man and woman belong to each other in a special way, they are ‘one flesh’ (Genesis 2:24).” Love and Responsibility, p. 237
Lent, the season of self-denial, is the ideal time to consider the challenges of marital abstinence (or continence). Pope John Paul II gently puts abstinence into perspective and, in his gentle and loving words, explains why it can be so difficult.
The book Love and Responsibility was written in 1960 (and based on a series of lectures) when Pope John Paul II was Cardinal Karol Wojtyla. It is a beautiful explanation of authentic marital love. Parts of this book served as the basis for his brilliant talks on the Theology of the Body when he became Pope.
I discovered this wonderful book years ago when I was a young mother with little time for reading. Several times, I had started to read it, but found the intellectual language challenging.
Years later, however, when I finally read the entire book, I was enthralled. This is one of the most beautiful books ever written on love, sex and the responsibility each one of us has with the gift of sexuality. The particular quote above helped me to understand why my husband and I have often found periodic abstinence (or continence) so difficult.
Pope John Paul II was indeed a wise and holy man. A celibate priest, he had more insight into marriage than most married couples.
Copyright 2011 Ellen Gable Hrkach
Today’s Fiction Friday excerpt is from an outstanding and award-winning contemporary Catholic novel called “Passport.” Read my review here. The author is offering to give away a free copy of his novel to one of my readers. Leave a comment below to be entered to win a free book!
I should have lifted the car higher before I went to work on it. The rusted exhaust bolt was proving impossible to loosen without more leverage, and I wondered why I’d assumed this would be so easy. Should I give it one more shot of lubricant? Or give up and lift the ancient Mercedes higher?
The howling bark Flash gave as he charged across the garage floor, feet slipping on the concrete, snapped me off this rambling train of thought. I twisted my head toward the open door, but I couldn’t see much: just a small pair of tennis shoes, at the bottom of two jeans-clad legs, with Dalmatian paws running circles around them. I tried to slide out on the creeper, but I couldn’t get a grip on anything to push against. Rocking my back didn’t help. I was stuck.
Sneakers and dog paws approached the back of the car, and then I could see even less. The knees bent, and a face appeared under the bumper. Silky black hair hung down to her shoulders, and she brushed some of it away from her glasses as she peered into shadows. I managed to rotate the shop light in her direction, and she shaded her eyes with one of the tiniest hands I’d seen on an adult. I instantly recognized this was her left hand. A quick scan revealed no jewelry. Over the last seven years of “Wife Quest,” that scan had been honed to a reflex.
“Hi,” she smiled nervously, holding Flash off her face. “I am looking for Stan,” except she pronounced it “Stahn.” “Is Stahn here?”
“That would be me,” I replied. “Stan Eigenbauer. Except there’s a problem. I’m stuck under here.”
“Can I help?” she asked.
“Yeah. Problem is, I can’t get enough leverage to push myself out. Can you just grab one of my feet and start pulling?”
I heard a laugh, then felt two little hands encircle my ankle. It took just a bit of a tug before I’d moved enough to grab the car’s axle. From there, it was easy to push the rest of the way out and sit up.
“Thanks,” I said. “Sorry about that.”
I climbed to my feet and brushed off my overalls. The top of her head came to about the middle of my chest.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
She didn’t answer immediately. She seemed fascinated by the vintage Volvos and Mercedes in various stages of restoration, the rows of wrenches hanging in size order on the wall above my work bench, and the myriad other specialty tools and implements. She turned and gave a blank look, as if she couldn’t remember why she’d come. “Oh!” she exclaimed at last, “Angie said perhaps it is possible for you to repair my car. But I do not see any cars here that look like mine. My car is running really bad.”
Her English was nearly perfect, just heavily accented. The way she ran the words together, she sounded almost frantic.
“How do you know Angie?” I asked.
“I attended a class she was teaching at a church, a few years ago.”
Good Catholic girl. Attractive. Angie sent her over to me. This could be interesting.
“She’s really nice, isn’t she? Haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. She must be busy trying to finish up with school.” I grabbed a rag and wiped my hands as she followed me toward the service bay door. “Your car’s out here?”
She pointed to one of the sorriest excuses for a Honda Civic I’d ever seen. A layer of grime covered everything, the passenger door was bashed in, and one of the taillights had red tape holding it together. As I pulled the hood release, she exclaimed, “Oh! So that is how it opens!”
The motor wheezed like it was begging to be put out of its misery. “How long you had this thing?” I asked.
“I am not certain. Perhaps three years?”
“What’ve you had done to it since you got it?” I asked, more loudly, struggling to be heard over the engine.
“I took it to one of those oil change places once, but a long time ago.”
I reached above my head, grabbed the hood, and glanced over at her. She was little, and so cute in her helplessness. “Tell you what,” I said at last, hero impulse surging through me, “let me bring all the basic maintenance up to date. I’ll change the oil, flush the radiator, change the filters, and give you new spark plugs.”
She nodded like she understood, but it was unconvincing.
“Let’s see how it runs then. If there are still problems, we can look at them. But maybe that’ll take care of it.”
“What will that cost?” she asked, brow furrowed with concern.
“At any other place, probably several hundred dollars. They’d rip you off, and still say your car needed more work.”
Her eyes got really big.
“But I’ll just charge you for the parts. I like seeing Angie’s friends happy. That’s enough for my time.” I wanted to add, “For a good-looking girl like you.”
“How do you do that, and stay in business?” she asked.
“I’m not really in business. The old cars here are mine. I have a friend who hauls them from California. I make them run perfect, and sell them in Chicago, where no one can find cars like these.”
“So why do you work on my car?”
“I work on a few people’s cars, on the side, under the table, when they’re sent by friends. It’s not illegal or anything, because it’s basically at cost.”
“In Vietnam,” she laughed, “everything is done under the table and on the side.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “big government’ll do that to you. You need a ride home?”
She looked surprised, as if she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I was going to try to find a bus. But if you do not mind, sure.”
I called Flash, and he jumped into the back seat of my 1968 300 SEL. The girl looked surprised as I opened the passenger door for her, but she climbed in and smiled again. Her feet barely reached the floor. “Not sure I have ever ridden in a Mercedes,” she said, looking around at the car’s cavernous body.
I maneuvered the car down the alley, jogged over to Clark Street, and cruised north past a block or two of shabby storefronts. “Take Lawrence over to Broadway and go north,” she instructed.
As the high stone walls of St. Boniface Cemetery came into view at Clark and Lawrence, I said a quick silent prayer for my parents, as I always tried to remember to do—and then had to turn my attention to navigating the early evening congestion on Lawrence.
“You know,” I said, once we settled in at a traffic light, “I never got your name. I’m going to need that, and your phone number, so I can let you know when your car’s ready.” I couldn’t remember a better excuse to get a woman’s phone number.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I am Trinh. Trinh Le. I will write my work number and home number for you.”
I gazed out the window, at kids laughing and racing their scooters on the sidewalk, as she fumbled in her purse. We turned north onto Broadway, and were headed straight toward the Southeast Asian district. “You mentioned Vietnam. You Vietnamese?”
“Correct,” she said, finding a pen and paper.
It was warm for early April, and I slid the sunroof open. Flash whimpered, so I flipped the lever and lowered his window. He perched his front paws on the door and stuck his muzzle out.
Once Trinh handed me the paper, I continued my investigation. “Lived in Chicago long?”
“Ever since I came to America. Ever since . . . eighteen years now. I was thirteen when I came here.”
She looked young for 31, and there wasn’t anything in particular about her slight frame that was obviously beautiful, but she was cute. The accent, and the way she spoke English without using contractions, were especially so. Her attractiveness came from everything taken as a whole. The more I looked at and listened to her, the more attractive she seemed.
“How long have you worked on Mercedes?” she asked.
“About as long as I can remember. My dad was a professional mechanic, and had me working on stuff basically as soon as I could walk.”
“Oh, turn right here,” she said.
We pulled onto Argyle, the heart of “New Chinatown,” and now almost everyone out enjoying the sunny afternoon appeared to be of Southeast Asian descent. All the shops seemed to have signs in English and Vietnamese or Thai, and the dinnertime smells wafting from the restaurants were making me hungry. I made a mental note to pick up some carry-out on the way home.
Copyright 2009 Christopher Blunt
Excellent advice from Pope Benedict:
Addressing an estimated 12,000 people in St. Peter’s Square April 13, Pope Benedict said there are three simple rules for living a holy life:
“Never let a Sunday go by without an encounter with the risen Christ in the Eucharist; this is not an added burden, it is light for the entire week.”
“Never begin or end a day without at least a brief contact with God” in prayer.
“And along the pathway of our lives, follow the road signs that God has given us in the Ten Commandments, read in the light of Christ; they are nothing other than explanations of what is love in specific situations.”
To read the rest of the article from the National Catholic Register: http://www.ncregister.com/daily-news/the-popes-3-simple-rules-for-holiness?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NCRegisterDailyBlog+%2540National+Catholic+Register%2541