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Reflections of Family and Faith
"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
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Let me start with a question: Have you ever tried to walk into the ocean slowly? You start with your toes. It's cold. So, you wait. Then your ankles. Still bearable. Then to your knees, still ok. But then comes that dreaded moment, the wave crashes, and you’re suddenly soaked to your waist. Some laugh. Some run back to shore screaming. Some just dive in. Ezekiel had a vision a bit like that, we hear of water trickling out from the Temple—starting small, ankle-deep, then knee-deep, then waist-deep, and finally a river so vast no one could cross it. Wherever this water flowed, life bloomed. Trees bore fruit. Salt water turned fresh. Everything lived because of the water.
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Holy lives of inspiration | Strengthening family unity
Picture this: A neglected backyard garden. Weeds choke the flowerbeds, tomato plants sag under their own neglect, and the once-vibrant roses are now a tangle of thorns. We’ve all been that gardener—distracted, busy, or just plain forgetful. But then, one day, we step outside, clippers in hand, and think: “What if I tried to revive this?” The prophet Hosea paints a similar scene for Israel. Their spiritual garden is overgrown with idolatry and pride, yet God whispers, “Return to me. Let me heal you. I will be like the dew, and you will bloom like the lily” (Hosea 14:2-5). Lent is that moment we pick up the clippers and say, “Let’s try again.”
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We live in a time where remembering is harder than ever. Our attention spans are shrinking faster than the lifespan of an Instagram story. We have passwords we can’t remember (I now have started keeping a word document for my passwords alone; and that document is password protected too, and I have difficulty remembering that password!), phones and keys we misplace daily, and memories that vanish somewhere between breakfast and lunchtime.
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A few years ago, my friend’s kitchen sink started leaking. Drip. Drip. His wife asked to call the plumber. For weeks, he ignored it. Finally, he thought, “I can fix this myself. He bought some tools, watched tutorials on YouTube, and dismantled the sink. Water sprayed everywhere; His children had a good laugh. His spouse sighed. His dog hid himself in the closet. Finally, he had to call in the plumper; a plumber arrived with his own toolkit, twisted a single valve, and said, “You just needed to tighten this.” The Plumper charged him 50 Dollars, but my friend had purchased tools costing more than $200 already. Lesson: Pride is expensive. That’s Naaman’s story. A decorated general but inflicted with leprosy, he’s told by the prophet Elisha to wash seven times in the muddy Jordan River. Naaman storms off, furious. “I expected a grand ritual.” But His servants—bless them— they nudge him: “If the prophet asked you to do something hard, you’d do it. So why not this?” Reluctantly, Naaman obeys. His skin heals. His pride cracks.
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Let’s start with a story that sounds like a divine romantic comedy. A woman prayed to Saint Joseph for ten years for a good husband. Ten years! At that point, even the most patient among us might start drafting a strongly worded email to heaven. One Sunday morning she returned from Mass and knelt before her statue of Saint Joseph imploring him to grant her request. But after ten minutes, in a fit of irritation and despair, she took the statue from the table and threw it out the window.
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Holy lives of inspiration | Why pray?
Picture this: a family road trip. The GPS fails, the kids fight over snacks, and Dad misses the exit—again. Mom finally snaps, “Whose idea was this?!” Silence follows until one child mumbles, “I lost the map.” Another adds, “I hid the snacks.” Dad sighs, “I ignored the signs.” Mom laughs, “And I didn’t pack patience.” Suddenly, blame turns into confession, the tension lifts, and they pull over for ice cream, ready to start over. That’s the heart of Daniel’s prayer in today’s reading. Exiled in Babylon, he gathers his people and says, “We have messed up—all of us” (v. 5-6). There’s no finger-pointing, just raw, family-style honesty. Lent invites us to do the same: ditch the blame game and clean up together.
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