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"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
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Every family has an unofficial archive. It contains faded photographs, childhood nicknames, unfortunate haircuts, and stories that are never permitted to die. You may become a surgeon, a bishop, or the Secretary-General of the United Nations, but at Christmas dinner an aunt will still say, “This is the boy who swallowed a coin when he was six.” Or, “This is the one who got his head stuck between the railings, and the fire department had to come.” Families are excellent at keeping us humble. Sometimes they continue the treatment long after humility has been successfully achieved.
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“Abba Anthony taught that while a solitary person escapes the external wars of hearing, speaking, and seeing, the constant battle remains within the heart.” Put in different words, purity of heart is and must be the core goal of our spiritual life, our anchor for striving for holiness. The caution here is: we should not fool ourselves into believing that external purity habits do equate to a holy life. Experience teaches that religious performance can easily mask a prideful and spiteful heart. Our words and reactions are a reflection of what truly sits deep within our hearts.
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Matthew tells us Jesus comes walking across the water during "the fourth watch of the night." The Romans divided the night into four three-hour shifts for soldiers on guard duty, and the fourth watch ran from roughly three to six in the morning, which any person will tell you is the worst possible hour to be awake. Because It's not dramatic midnight. It's not the hopeful dawn. It's the hour where your phone is off, your coffee is hours away, and your brain decides to replay every humiliating thing you've ever said and done since the third grade. At three in the morning, even a harmless coat hanging on a chair can look as though it has bad intentions.
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A few years ago, scientists placed sensitive, sophisticated microphones near tomato plants. They discovered something astonishing: plants under severe thirst or injury emit rapid ultrasonic popping sounds. Human ears cannot hear them, but the plants are not silent. A thirsty plant may look perfectly respectable in its pot while quietly producing distress signals beyond our range of hearing. This explains many houseplants. They were not dying peacefully. They were screaming for weeks while we stood beside them saying, “That is strange. What's wrong with it, I watered it sometime around last Easter.”
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Most of us become interested in stitching only when a button falls off ten minutes before we plan to get out of the house for a reception. Then we discover that the sewing kit contains twelve colors of thread, none of which matches with the outfit I am wearing now, and a needle whose eye appears to have been designed only for angels. After several attempts, some people sew the button back. Others decide the jacket over it looks more contemporary and stylish. Yet one of the greatest achievements in human history depended upon women who knew exactly how to guide a needle. When Neil Armstrong walked on the moon in 1969, the world saw the astronaut, the rocket, and the American flag. Almost no one saw Hazel Fellows and the other women who helped construct the Apollo spacesuits. These women came from the International Latex Corporation, associated with Playtex, a company better known at the time for manufacturing ordinary clothes than spacecraft.
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My parents were farmers. I grew up working the land alongside them. Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my father's death — a man who sowed good seed in me long before I understood what that meant. Every farmer knows: good seed alone is not enough. The soil matters.
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