<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:57:15.320-07:00</updated><category term='intimacy'/><category term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category term='Theology of the Body'/><category term='touching base'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='resources'/><category term='meaning in life'/><category term='Culture Clash'/><category term='BodySoul'/><category term='longing'/><category term='Man'/><category term='unhappy'/><category term='music'/><category term='WHY'/><category term='Mass'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Images of God'/><category term='The True God'/><category term='joy'/><category term='love'/><category term='First Time here?'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='filmables'/><category term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Love Worth Waiting For</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-6700334396774956226</id><published>2009-09-24T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:04:21.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The True God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>God "Loves" Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SrGIW8ULuRI/AAAAAAAAFPI/7mhMrhfKXl8/s1600-h/DurerStudyforSaintJerome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SrGIW8ULuRI/AAAAAAAAFPI/7mhMrhfKXl8/s320/DurerStudyforSaintJerome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232957413734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply saying this three letter word can conjure up different thoughts for different people these days. Thoughts that perhaps are hard to wrap our heads around, let alone our arms: A Bright Light, billowing clouds, a booming disembodied voice, a Force that is distant and yet somehow accessible, or even a kind of Cosmic Grandpa who some say actually hears us through a thing called &lt;i&gt;prayer&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For others today, the word GOD seems small, antiquated, and irrelevant. Hasn't science disproved all that supernatural stuff? &lt;i&gt;"We've evolved as a species and feel it no longer necessary to have a psychological crutch like GOD to get us through this life." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, for others, (and this one perplexes the unbeliever to no end) GOD is as close and intimate and personal as, well, a person. God, they say, is above all a Lover, in fact, and He is crazy about us &lt;i&gt;measly&lt;/i&gt; humans! So crazy that He came among us and has now and forevermore, a human face, a human heart! These folks believe Divinity married humanity in Jesus, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our first experience of God is so important, we either experience Him as the police guard that wants to punish or as Creative Love that awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pope Benedict XVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in our American culture, so focused on ME that we too often forget about the OTHER, the idea of an objectively real and personal God somehow feels like an affront to our freedom, our reason, and individuality. God? Oh, right. Him again? The Big Landlord? Believing in Him means joining the rank and file and stifling the fun. It means losing your spontaneity and intellectual freedom because every Sunday you have to blindly "pay the rent." Or pay for "fire insurance," as some glibly joke. But this is ridiculously simplistic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;In our deepest being we all know that we were not made for laws. We were made for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this fear of losing ourselves in a love relationship with God is actually &lt;i&gt;keeping&lt;/i&gt; us from true freedom. After all, when we close the door to the transcendent, we fail to become fully human. A caged, clipped bird can forget it was designed to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans by nature are &lt;i&gt;religious&lt;/i&gt; beings, made for the Infinite, made for the Bottomless Mystery of a God Who loves us. We have a longing for this unending love, truth, and a beauty that does not fade. Need proof? Just listen to your own heart's desires! (or the music of &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/journey-lyrics/don_t-stop-believin_-lyrics.html"&gt;Journey&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/f/foreigner-lyrics/i-want-to-know-(what-love-is)-lyrics.html"&gt;Foreigner&lt;/a&gt;, heh heh). We long to give ourselves to the Infinite, to lose ourselves in Love, but when we close our minds to the idea of it being really real, transcendent, responsive, immanent through grace, then we clip our own wings. Consequently, we discover that we cannot give ourselves fully to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Once God is forgotten... the creature itself grows unintelligible.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Gaudium et Spes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we deny or dismiss the Infinite as unreal or irrelevant, we end up eventually stagnating in a pool of boredom. or narcissism, or egocentrism. What is the meaning of life if the source of that Life is dead? We then fall back on ourselves, but without the real power to love, to get beyond ourselves, to transcend. Then we settle on giving part of our hearts but not all, or worse, we go through relationships grasping instead of trusting that love will be given to us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the truth that will set us free? How can we know if God is real, and really loves me? &lt;i&gt;Read Scripture. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're quiet and alone with that book, we can get some pretty deep thoughts. You might even catch a thought like the one Augustine whispered to himself way back in the 4th century when he cracked open the Scriptures. &lt;i&gt;"The deepest desire of my heart is to see another and to be seen by the Other."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God Love? Is it just Law? Well, ask God. Let Him in, and you'll discover you have an infinite capacity for Him. And if God is truly a Person, a Communion of Persons, in fact, then how else could we actually know Him unless we let Him into the heart? I don't&lt;i&gt; think &lt;/i&gt;my way through relationships with people, I don't reason out the issues at stake, mentally prep myself to fall in love. "On September 24, 2009 at precisely 9:37am I will fall in love." No, I reach out and speak words. I open the mind and let down the guard a bit with the one standing before me. I listen, wait, gaze long and let myself be looked upon. That look builds a relationship. Why should this be any different with God? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prayer can progress, as a genuine dialogue of love, to the point of rendering the person wholly possessed by the divine Beloved, vibrating at the Spirit's touch, resting filially within the Father's heart. This is the lived experience of Christ's promise: "He who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him."&lt;br /&gt;- Pope John Paul II, Novo Millennio Ineunte 33&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally posted at The Heart of Things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-6700334396774956226?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/6700334396774956226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=6700334396774956226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/6700334396774956226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/6700334396774956226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-loves-me.html' title='God &quot;Loves&quot; Me?'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SrGIW8ULuRI/AAAAAAAAFPI/7mhMrhfKXl8/s72-c/DurerStudyforSaintJerome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-5218246091430142200</id><published>2009-09-16T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:49:13.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The True God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Wedding Singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu5F7Pn2YLw/SGBoXOzti2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rkNUKUShEes/s320/wedding+singer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu5F7Pn2YLw/SGBoXOzti2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rkNUKUShEes/s320/wedding+singer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How close do you want to be with God?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess it depends on where we are in this sometimes amazing, often confusing, maybe mundane or heart-wrenching journey of life. I think in the beginning that question can send a little shiver up the back of our necks. Intimacy with God? Yikes. God is just a Big Person, and we're like little kids in the Principal's office. Intimacy isn't in the vocabulary yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we mature and "find ourselves," maybe we see God differently. But we're afraid that He will take over, take all of me, in the relationship. "Be all demanding and stuff." What about my freedom, my personality, my style? Will there be anything left in me but a bland sort of niceness? Will God just pour "holiness" into the mold of my being while the flavor that is me slowly dissipates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, yeah. He used to be so much fun. Then he became.... a Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think in our American culture, so focused on ME that we forget about the OTHER, the idea of becoming holy somehow feels like an affront to our freedom. In our minds, becoming holy could even connote becoming less human. Closeness with God equates with far-ness from fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now if all we've got is this skewed vision, I would affirm those fears. I didn't want to give in when I first heard the Divine Whisper, slipping through the scenes of Luke Skywalker watching the suns set, or in the mystical melodies of John Williams, or the sculptured and ethereal beauties of the Sistine Chapel. For the above reasons and for more, I was a little nervous about leaping into the arms of this unearthly Love. Does this resonate with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think through fear of losing ourselves in a relationship with God, we then fail to really give ourselves fully to anyone. We end up stagnating in a pool of doubt, giving part of hearts but not all, or worse, we go through relationships grasping instead of trusting that love will be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In those classic lines from the film The Wedding Singer... We give up on this idea of selfless love. Robbie decides to live footloose and fancy free like Sammy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robbie: "That's it, man, starting right now, me and you are going to be free and happy the rest of our lives!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then a person gets to wondering if there's more to this highway than just my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sammy: "I'm not happy. I'm miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robbie: "Wha - what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sammy: "See... I grew up idolizing guys like Fonzie and Vinnie Barbarino because they got a lot of chicks. You know what happened to Fonzie and Vinnie Barbarino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robbie: "Yeah, I read that Fonzie wants to be a director and Barbarino, I think... the mechanical bull movie? I didn't see it yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sammy: "Their shows got canceled. Because no one wants to see a fifty-year-old guy hitting on chicks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robbie: "So what are you saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sammy: "What I'm saying is all I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be all right."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read Scripture. All He wants is to gather us in like a mother hen gathers her chicks. Who made the love we want afterall? Who set it swirling into time and space, tumbling straight into the world from the mystical Heart of the Trinity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we're quiet and alone, we can get those deep thoughts. You might come up with an answer that sounds like the one Augustine whispered to himself way back in the 4th century (the human heart never changes). "The deepest desire of my heart is to see another and to be seen by that other person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we can let Him in. In fact, if we want to really know love, we must let Him in. And then when we hear a gospel like today's, we can smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The mother of Jesus and his brothers arrived at the house. Standing outside, they sent word to Jesus and called him. A crowd seated around him told him, "Your mother and your brothers and your sisters are outside asking for you." But he said to them in reply, "Who are my mother and my brothers?" And looking around at those seated in the circle he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother."&lt;br /&gt;- Mark 3:31-35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine being one of those people gathered around Him, in the dusky twilight of the Judean hills, when those words of Divine Intimacy first fell from His lips... When Love Divine breathed through our biology, and we could touch theology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I am invited into this circle. I too can sit before Him, in the light of this Face; the face of the man who entered into our human family to lift us up to His Divine Family. That Family is my true home, that Love is my destiny. Come Lord Jesus...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Originally posted at &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Heart of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-5218246091430142200?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/5218246091430142200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=5218246091430142200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/5218246091430142200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/5218246091430142200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimate-wedding-singer.html' title='The Ultimate Wedding Singer'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu5F7Pn2YLw/SGBoXOzti2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rkNUKUShEes/s72-c/wedding+singer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-5959980817507806588</id><published>2009-01-29T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:29:02.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass'/><title type='text'>God All in My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SYGS41G5soI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FabAH2Xay4I/s1600-h/ChalicePaten.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SYGS41G5soI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FabAH2Xay4I/s320/ChalicePaten.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296676141790769794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have Mass every morning at Malvern Prep. Last week, because of a spring concert and the need to set things up in chapel, Fr. Steve had to make a makeshift altar and bring it down in front of the first row of pews. Now I usually sit in the front row for Mass to get up and read, so when the altar came down, my entire field of vision was filled up with the sacred stuff of the Lord's Supper; the linen cloth, chalice, candles, the paten with the host on it, the hands of Fr. Steve moving over the wine and the water and the bread at the moment of consecration. I could almost reach out and touch the altar if I tried. God was all in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a little overwhelming; I was drawn in, captured. There was no escape and no chance for distraction. When God is all in your face, you have to look at Him. And when I looked I didn't see a big scary Overlord coming to dominate me or show commandments down my throat. I saw a God Who became little, to liberate me and give me the dominion over my weakness that I desperately need. He's so tiny that He can fit inside me and fix me from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience got me thinking about the way God works. God loves stuff. He loves the material world, His first gift and testament to us. And even though we've scribbled all over it and torn out some of the pages, He still sends us love letters through this book. He comes to us through the things He's made; bread and oil and water and wine. He's redeemed us with their help, especially in the physical sign and reality of Jesus' very flesh and blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it strikes me that God doesn't want to remain forever distant from us, "out there" past Orion or lodged merely as a thought in the cerebral cortex of men and women. He wants to get into our blood, get under our skin, and He firgured out how to do it in the Eucharist that I was only 5 feet away from last week. Isn't this nuts? Isn't He crazy about us? That's the only explanation for me that works. He's not the dominating Judge with a beard beaming white and flowing robes pointing a gabel at me. He's a God Who's become so small just for the love of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage everyone reading this to try letting Him in even more. Open up. Come closer to the altar, that place of fire and healing. I've discovered there's no other way to be cured of my arrogance, pride, fear, doubt, guilt than to let Him in. He's the cure, the antidote for all the poisons we've taken into our bodies and souls, knowingly or unknowingly. And He's not going to yell at us for being so foolish. All He wants to do is set things right again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-5959980817507806588?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/5959980817507806588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=5959980817507806588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/5959980817507806588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/5959980817507806588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-all-in-my-face.html' title='God All in My Face'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SYGS41G5soI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FabAH2Xay4I/s72-c/ChalicePaten.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-3218503161037594514</id><published>2009-01-29T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:23:44.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Howard Jones and the Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s1600-h/howardjones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s320/howardjones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231705326286191330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howard Jones. &lt;/span&gt;This name, depending on how "old" you are, may have stirred up images unbidden to your mind, images from a faraway past; &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.uwo.ca/.%2F2006%2F01%20January%2F26%2Fpictures%2F10A%20%28hammer%29.jpg"&gt;images of parachute pants&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.liketotally80s.com/images/breakdancer-1.gif"&gt;breakdancing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd158/xoxsoccergirl_01/l_5d25d96b7dc2b55432dc95827142cb19.jpg"&gt;big hair&lt;/a&gt; (exhibit A), scenes from random movies involving, perhaps, &lt;a href="http://blog.newsweek.com/photos/levelup/images/original/John-Cusack-in-the-1989-film-_2200_Say-Anything_2C002200_-courtesy-EW.com.aspx"&gt;John Cusack&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.bagendinn.com/sean/images/baby/pinups/sean_astin06_jpg.jpg"&gt;Sean Astin&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/The-Goonies-Poster-C12961786.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ah yes, the 80's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the 80's and was shaped by the soundtracks of John Williams, the movies of Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, and yes, the lyrics from songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Houses, Cherry Bomb&lt;/span&gt;, and artists like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen, Journey&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Howard Jones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/amanda_cecilia/flock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/amanda_cecilia/flock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;The 80's culture wasn't all squealing guitars and bad hair you know (except maybe &lt;a href="http://blahblahblah.beloblog.com/archives/flock.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flock of Seagulls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; some bad hair). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;As in every time and place, there were human beings with the same longings and desires of the heart for love and beauty and freedom that there are today. As I re-listen to the songs I used to love, I realize that there were some profound truths whispering through the big honkin' headphones of my bi&lt;/span&gt;g clunky Walkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let he without Reboks cast the first stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder these lines from the song &lt;a href="http://www.howardjones.com/multimedia/lyrics/index.html"&gt;Everlasting Love&lt;/a&gt; by Howard J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    He wasn't looking for a pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She wasn't searching for the latest style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    He didn't want someone who walked straight off the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She needed someone with an interior smile   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Pope John Paul II would allude to in his teaching on human sexuality as the "interior gaze" that men and women should have for one another... To see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; and not just the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parts&lt;/span&gt;... the soul and personality shining through the human body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She wasn't looking for a cuddle in the back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He wasn't looking for a five minute thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She wasn't thinking of tomorrow or of next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     This vacancy he meant to permanently fill   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Love is meant to be exclusive, faithful, more than a flash in the pan. Howard, you are the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then he cries out with a longing that I know echoes in my heart, and must in every heart... a longing that betrays the lies of our wounded culture that sees sex as the be all and end all of life here below. No, human love is pointing towards a Love Divine, and "Everlasting Love!" That's why we are so caught up in it in our movies and our music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I need an everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I need a friend and a lover divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     An everlasting precious love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wait for it, wait for it, give it some time   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow... so today, in the office or in the car, listen in to those "soft rock" stations, try and discern in the lyrics of these lovers this longing for More. We can't deny it... we are made for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with another icon of the 80's.... &lt;a href="http://www.mellencamp.com/"&gt;John Cougar Mellencamp&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A million young poets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Screamin' out their words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Those words will be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;By future generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ridin' on the highways that we built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe they'll have a better understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe they'll have a better understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-3218503161037594514?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/3218503161037594514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=3218503161037594514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/3218503161037594514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/3218503161037594514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2009/01/howard-jones-and-meaning-of-life.html' title='Howard Jones and the Meaning of Life'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SJrARobOuuI/AAAAAAAADYA/oMvggfzZIDA/s72-c/howardjones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-545273564155259547</id><published>2009-01-27T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:42:04.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The True God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY'/><title type='text'>Hole Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SX8O9bYOAPI/AAAAAAAAEyw/iTGSAVcavtc/s1600-h/JacobmeetsRachel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295968135295140082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SX8O9bYOAPI/AAAAAAAAEyw/iTGSAVcavtc/s200/JacobmeetsRachel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, raise your hand if there was ever a time in your life when you thought to yourself "If I could just have/meet/become/get _________ then I would be totally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now raise your hand if you subsequently got/met/became that ___________ and thought to yourself " But wait.... If I could just have/meet/become _________ then I would really be totally happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock band Extreme once sang: "There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do…"I remember hearing this song and running out to grab it when it first debuted in 1991 as a "single" - a little cassette tape with just the one song on it. Old school, I know. Right off the bat my spiritual sense was tingling, like Spiderman. "Oooo, why yes, I have one of those holes in my heart too," I thought to myself. "Seems like everything I think will fill it just fails to satisfy. I always want more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's ambition occupies my time&lt;br /&gt;Priorities confuse the mind&lt;br /&gt;Happiness one step behind&lt;br /&gt;This inner peace I've yet to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... Is this not the soundtrack of our lives? Are we not all starving for inner peace? Look at the self-help sections in bookstores. I just did a google search for "self help" and it gave me 95,300,000 websites to visit. Seriously, who's got that kind of time?Thanks be to God I've come to realize a simple truth that will save me all of that searching: Self-help is useless. I can't help myself. I'm helpless. I can't "pick myself up by my own bootstraps." That's physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hole in my heart.... this longing for More, this sehnsucht that sometimes seems to pull my heart out of me in a crazy mixture of joy and pain can only be filled, quenched, and completed by the Maker of my heart.If I'm not blind why can't I seeThat a circle can't fitWhere a square should beI think most of us have come to realize this second truth; that nothing can fill our hearts... that is, no-thing can fill our hearts. That our hearts are made for relationship, for other persons, and ultimately the Persons of the Holy Trinity, the Three Who are Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long it takes for many of us to come to this discovery... for us to make this journey out of self, to empty ourselves so that God might fill us? Sometimes a lifetime. But all along we should keep up the journey. Keep singing the songs of our generation, but with a heart that stops at nothing to find the truth that really fills us. We've got to scratch below the vinyl so to speak, until we come to the core, to the very heartbeat of Music itself, to the Sanctuary where all Song is born. There, finally, we'll find true harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics from another melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will rise then and go about the city; in the streets and crossings I will seek Him whom my heart loves. I sought him but I did not find him. The watchmen came upon meas they made their rounds of the city: Have you seen him whom my heart loves? I had hardly left them when I found him whom my heart loves. I took hold of him and would not let him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Song of Songs 3:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post from the new blog &lt;a href="http://twistedmystics.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Twisted Mystics"&lt;/a&gt; Listen to our radiospot&lt;br /&gt;on the first Tuesday of each month at 7:10am &lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://sacredheartradio.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-545273564155259547?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/545273564155259547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=545273564155259547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/545273564155259547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/545273564155259547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2009/01/hole-hearted.html' title='Hole Hearted'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SX8O9bYOAPI/AAAAAAAAEyw/iTGSAVcavtc/s72-c/JacobmeetsRachel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-7513477746952417895</id><published>2008-04-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:53:35.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><title type='text'>How Can I Bring God into a Dating Relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SATdV1qlGaI/AAAAAAAAC64/-W27uJ2Wnxg/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SATdV1qlGaI/AAAAAAAAC64/-W27uJ2Wnxg/s320/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189516037890316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a powerful question, but I feel I should warn you right from the start, that’s dangerous business. Once you let God in there’s no telling where things might end up. In the immortal words of Kip Dynamite, you just might find your “soulmate” and be ridiculously at peace for the rest of your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I think we should revisit just what we mean when we speak of the reality of God. I think this is key because the world can often distort the true image of God. The clear waters of our baptism can get a little muddied by our personal sins, and a true image of God can get twisted into something either scary, distant, or always waving a finger at us when we mess up. Is that God?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s go back to the beginning… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were five or six and the world was one big Wonder Land? Everything was a gift then, wasn’t it? From a snack to a bike ride to snowflakes. Here’s the thing: we need to see everything still as a gift, as something flowing from the Giver that is meant to bring us joy. This counts for people too. So as you grow older, meet new friends, start dating, the best attitude is to see in everything the gift that God wants to give. A mystic named Caryll Houselander once said “Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God's love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air you breathe, the food you eat.... the flowers under your feet are the courtesy of God's heart flung down on You! All these things say one thing only: ‘See how I love you.’”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So who is God? Ultimately the One Whose Love is the seed of all loves! If that’s the case, how could we not have Him as a part, and indeed the heart, of all of our relationships, especially the ones that have the spark of love in them? If we keep God (aka Love) out of our relationships, then what are they based on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARTLING NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is Good, True, and Beautiful participates in God. When you see a great movie that moves you, and you talk about it, you’re sharing in God. When you go to visit your boyfriend’s sick grandpa or go to Mass on a Sunday with your girlfriend (great idea), you’re living in God. When you walk in the fields together and you’re struck by the beauty of creation, you are both sharing in the beauty of the Creator.      If you’re an honest seeker of the Good, the True and the Beautiful, then you already have God at the heart of your relationships. The next step is naming this, acknowledging Him; not being afraid to admit that He’s the One you want at the heart of your dating. (It’s a great way to clear away superficiality and pettiness, trust me.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting God into our dating is a real adventure. It keeps things real, and wakes us up to the miracle of our uniqueness; the uniqueness of everyone, every shade and texture on this coat of many colors that is the human family. This is not easy, especially for teenagers with the weight of peer pressure bearing down. But we must look into each other's eyes. We must return to that innocence and openness that we had as children, looking, seeing, receiving the gift, not grasping at it. If we see dating as sharing in God’s gifts, then life will become this adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a line at the end of Les Miserables….. “to love another person is to see the face of God.” Wow. Take that one to the dating scene. Make respectful love the first move, not lust, and you’ll find God in the center of that relationship. Let the journey begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-7513477746952417895?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/7513477746952417895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=7513477746952417895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/7513477746952417895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/7513477746952417895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-can-i-bring-god-into-dating.html' title='How Can I Bring God into a Dating Relationship?'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SATdV1qlGaI/AAAAAAAAC64/-W27uJ2Wnxg/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-7267719573269720389</id><published>2008-03-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:10:08.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R-VZkR62mRI/AAAAAAAACmM/RaVt10iQDL8/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FcG9wZWpvaG5wYXVsSUkuanBn%3F%3D-708592"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R-VZkR62mRI/AAAAAAAACmM/RaVt10iQDL8/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FcG9wZWpvaG5wYXVsSUkuanBn%3F%3D-708592"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180645426180036882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot;It is Jesus in fact that you seek when you dream of happiness, he is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; he is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is he who provokes you with that thirst for fulness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is he who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is he who reads in your hearts your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle. It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be grounded down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;- Pope John Paul II, World Youth Day Address 2000&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;There is one and only one possible road to joy: selfless love.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Peter Kreeft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-7267719573269720389?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/7267719573269720389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=7267719573269720389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/7267719573269720389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/7267719573269720389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-of-hope.html' title='Words of Hope'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R-VZkR62mRI/AAAAAAAACmM/RaVt10iQDL8/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FcG9wZWpvaG5wYXVsSUkuanBn%3F%3D-708592' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-1628509470907183532</id><published>2008-02-14T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:14:21.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Emmaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R7SytylH64I/AAAAAAAACDM/XD3ExUQkwWI/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUm9hZHRvRW1tYXVzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-767543"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R7SytylH64I/AAAAAAAACDM/XD3ExUQkwWI/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUm9hZHRvRW1tYXVzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-767543"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166951172242140034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a day to celebrate love, and why not look to the source of Love to live this day to the fullest? Pope Benedict once wrote that &amp;quot;eros is part of God&amp;#39;s very Heart: the Almighty awaits the &amp;quot;yes&amp;quot; of his creatures as a young bridegroom that of his bride. Unfortunately, from its very origins, mankind, seduced by the lies of the Evil One, rejected God&amp;#39;s love in the illusion of a self-sufficiency that is impossible. Turning in on himself, Adam withdrew from that source of life who is God himself, and became the first of &amp;quot;those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong bondage&amp;quot; (Heb 2:&amp;#160;15). God, however, did not give up.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a comfort! What a gift! That God has such a desire to be so close to us. What a truth to celebrate on this day of Love! Our hearts should burn within us like the disciples on the way to Emmaus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-1628509470907183532?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/1628509470907183532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=1628509470907183532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1628509470907183532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1628509470907183532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2008/02/roadtoemmausjpg.html' title='The Road to Emmaus'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/R7SytylH64I/AAAAAAAACDM/XD3ExUQkwWI/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUm9hZHRvRW1tYXVzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-767543' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-2305642470976316398</id><published>2007-11-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:30:39.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Clash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmables'/><title type='text'>The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzyGhpdcxeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/T4wPT5i78lg/s1600-h/Morph-sits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133125587918702050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzyGhpdcxeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/T4wPT5i78lg/s320/Morph-sits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Matrix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was a film trilogy that captivated many (including me!) a few years back, by tapping into the deepest questions we have as humans: Why are we here? Is there more than just this life? What is the Truth of our origins? Where can I find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as the series moved forward, it became a tangled cacophony of too many philosophies and theologies. In the end, it was just another brand of &lt;a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/06592a.htm"&gt;gnosticism&lt;/a&gt; wrapped in shiny 20th century special effects (oh but what sweet special effects!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the philosophical fogginess in these films, there were some incredible "teaching" moments. One of my favorites happens in the initial conversation between Neo (the Chosen One who slowly discovers his purpose) and Morpheus (the sage character who leads Neo out of the darkness of deception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind - driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Matrix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want to know what it is? (Neo nods his head.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. (long pause, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. (In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (A red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. (Long pause; Neo begins to reach for the red pill) Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more. (Neo takes the red pill and swallows it with a glass of water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimmers of the Truth on the silver screen? No doubt.Isn't there, for all of us, an inherent sense of something being "off" in the world, in our own hearts, in our relationships. Something we can't seem to name exactly... but we know it's there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But you feel it. You felt it your entire life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should ask ourselves "Is this how it's always been? Should we ever expect Something More?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Sin. The break in our origins as persons made to give but given in to grasp at the gifts and promises God wants to give us. But our culture is constantly tossing the wool over our eyes, filtering values, watering down truth, trying to erase our memories of that Original Grace, that Garden, that peace and love that runs deeper than lust. In the words of Pope John Paul II, it's the "heritage of our hearts" and it has real "salvific power." In other words, it can save us. It can liberate us from the prison of sin. But it's not in a pill we can take, or a program we can attend, or even in a self-help section at the bookstore. It pours out freely from the Father through the Son in the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the self that must seek the help, must look up, look out of the stony place in the heart and beg for the chisel and the hammer that can break us and set us free.So we do have to make a choice. And therein lies our greatest power, our deepest identity. We are free to choose. And here is the other favorite scene of mine, taken from the final installment of the Matrix Trilogy; there is an epic battle at the film's conclusion where Neo must face Agent Smith and defeat him. Neo is beaten down, nearly destroyed and seemingly the odds are against him. Smith stands over him in what looks like the moment that will end all things.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzwplJdcxcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0GbLl_3jKk4/s1600-h/Neo_Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzyG65dcxgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jEaSFEm7p7g/s1600-h/Neo_Smith_relo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133126021710398978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzyG65dcxgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/jEaSFEm7p7g/s320/Neo_Smith_relo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agent Smith: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose... You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I choose to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will we choose today in the many encounters we'll experience? Will we reach out of the prison of the self, the lens of lust and grasping and egocentricity that we've been told is the only reality? Or will we dig deeper into that heritage of our hearts, that Original Innocence God created us in? Will we choose to reach up and out and into the Other? Into the New Grace that streams down from the Cross?He has the power to take us out of ourselves.... finally. Do we believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-2305642470976316398?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/2305642470976316398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=2305642470976316398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/2305642470976316398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/2305642470976316398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2007/11/red-pill-or-blue-pill.html' title='The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RzyGhpdcxeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/T4wPT5i78lg/s72-c/Morph-sits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-176457233901746609</id><published>2007-03-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:15:58.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching base'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Time here?'/><title type='text'>Answering Your Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfmYMKjIYGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hmPHhKGMn0w/s1600-h/drawingoftwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042228592575537250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfmYMKjIYGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hmPHhKGMn0w/s320/drawingoftwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Young Women and Men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An official HELLO from the blogosphere to all who shared in our forum on Catholic Dating and Sexual Morality for Teens this week at the Archdiocesan Office Center. As one of the "older" crowd who shared that day, I have to say it was a GOOD day. Good to hear from you, good to be with you. There was a real spirit of openness and honesty that I believe helped all of us grow, and that's the goal... closer to each other and to an understanding of what God's plan for us really looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is meant to serve as an open and creative communicator for us all; a two way street where we can keep up the talk and help others in the walk of living the truth of Love. So, post a comment, a thought, a burning question and we will unpack it, talk about it, and try to offer some solid answers based on our experiences, straight from our hearts and the heart of what we believe as Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW the stinky news.... due to the nature of open blogs like this one, we will need to moderate the comments. Who knows who might pop in unannounced and splash some trash in here? So don't be surprised if your comments don't show right off the bat. We'll be posting them as soon as we read and answer them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we've got a few posts up for your reading pleasure and some great websites over to the right &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Prayers, and stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill Donaghy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna know what love is.... I want you to show me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Foreigner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS - Let us know what can make this tool the best it can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-176457233901746609?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/176457233901746609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=176457233901746609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/176457233901746609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/176457233901746609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2007/03/answering-your-questions.html' title='Answering Your Questions'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfmYMKjIYGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hmPHhKGMn0w/s72-c/drawingoftwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-1741074269635485621</id><published>2007-03-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:08:39.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology of the Body'/><title type='text'>Refresher Points on the TOB Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfin86jIYEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ThM24GDua0c/s1600-h/angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfin86jIYEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ThM24GDua0c/s200/angel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041964447791865922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- We are a unity of body and soul, bodies that eat and sleep, play and work in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And yet we are immortal; we will live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are different from the animals! We alone have FREEDOM to choose good from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We also have the power to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our spirits reflect something of the mystery of God who is Pure Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- However, our bodies also reflect something of the great mystery of God in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That great mystery is the amazing call to love as God loves, lived out in our bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We must become a GIFT of pure love to others if we are to truly find out who we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-1741074269635485621?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/1741074269635485621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=1741074269635485621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1741074269635485621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1741074269635485621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2007/03/refresher-points-on-tob-talk.html' title='Refresher Points on the TOB Talk'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfin86jIYEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ThM24GDua0c/s72-c/angel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-8295205300710276620</id><published>2007-03-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:31:29.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Clash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology of the Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BodySoul'/><title type='text'>In the Beginning.... God's Original Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfigf6jIYDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oasTXQhxMxk/s1600-h/crosstriptychweyden.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfigf6jIYDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oasTXQhxMxk/s320/crosstriptychweyden.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041956252994265138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God's original plan for us is one of union and communion, not division and disruption. But sin has weighed us down; our bodies and our souls are often at war. We all have such deep wounds, and twisted truths that the culture has been cramming down our throats our whole lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't have to be this way! Grace gives us the upper hand. Openness to Grace transforms heart and mind and, in a certain sense, restores us to our origins. Grace teaches us the truth about our bodies: that they are meant to be shining sacraments that house the Divine Mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? Listen to Pope John Paul's thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So in man created in the image of God there was revealed, in a way, the very sacramentality of creation, the sacramentality of the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to School:&lt;/span&gt; A sacrament is a visible sign given to us by Christ to communicate grace (His very life). There are 7 capital "S" sacraments, but we could also say there's a whole host of little "s" sacraments; visible signs that inwardly speak to us of God. I bet you could think of a half a dozen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body, and the call of man and woman to be one flesh, is the primordial sacrament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope John Paul II spent the first 5 years of his calling as Pope to teach this truth to the world, a world still ravaged (like today) by the confusion and disorder of the sexual revolution. From 1979 through 1984, John Paul gave 129 short talks from Rome on the meaning of the body, marital intimacy, and the call of man and woman to become one flesh! Have you ever heard of this teaching? Sadly, many have not. It's called the &lt;a href="http://theologyofthebody.com/theologyofthebody.asp"&gt;Theology of the Body&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual Filet Mignon (chew slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The body, in fact, and it alone is capable of making visible what is invisible; the spiritual and divine. It was created to transfer into the visible reality of the world the mystery hidden in God since time immemorial." (Pope John Paul II, Feb. 1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that mystery hidden in God that the body reveals? It is His very own LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Himself, the Catechism tells us, is an eternal exchange of love, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and He has destined us to share in that exchange! We are destined to be drawn up into the very heart of God!! To enter into the Great Dance!! And God wanted this mystery to be so clear to us that He stamped it's image right into our bodies, by creating them male and female. Think about it: Man gives himself to woman, woman receives man and from their union a Third person soon emerges. In a tiny, earthy, sacramental way, three persons make one family, one family as three persons. Coincidence? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy. This is beyond our wildest dreams. Have you ever heard of this? Is your image of God that of an old man with a beard sitting on a cloud? Has the image of Heaven you've grown up with ever felt, well, kinda boring? A little disconnected from the life you experience here and now? Pope John Paul II taught us in this &lt;a href="http://theologyofthebody.com/theologyofthebody.asp"&gt;Theology of the Body&lt;/a&gt; that the closest image we can fathom here and now of God and Heaven is by the image of the marital embrace of husband and wife and all the joys they experience through that embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the best analogy we can have, he says, but at the same time, all analogies that we can conceive of in our human experience still fall infinitely short of the transcendent reality of Who God is. But the best analogy we can have is this embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I say... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bliss, the resurrection of our bodies and their ultimate union with our souls and our total union with God in a heavenly marriage, is foreshadowed and already happening in the Holy Eucharist. This is where we can become, really, one flesh with Jesus! This is why he called Himself the Bridegroom! Marriage as we experience it here below is a foretaste of the Heavenly Marriage. The Eucharist is a foretaste of Heaven! And we are called to become walking tabernacles that tell the world this truth of our deepest identity and our ultimate destiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.... let's take this to prayer. Let's be still. This is nuts. This is Catholicism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a quiet corner and ponder this Mystery. Take a soda break, go for a walk. Better still, make some time today to sit before Jesus in a silent church, bring Him the twisted truths you've grown up with, open up your heart to this Divine Doctor of your body and soul and say "awe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- originally from the &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-divide-part-2-in-yesterdays-post.html"&gt;Heart of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-8295205300710276620?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/8295205300710276620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=8295205300710276620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/8295205300710276620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/8295205300710276620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-beginning-gods-original-plan.html' title='In the Beginning.... God&apos;s Original Plan'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/Rfigf6jIYDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oasTXQhxMxk/s72-c/crosstriptychweyden.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-1311942807347178209</id><published>2007-03-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:25:33.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture Clash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology of the Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BodySoul'/><title type='text'>It's All About the Body and This Fancy Latin Phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfieF6jIYCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PTNO8rpbRJs/s1600-h/michelangelo38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfieF6jIYCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PTNO8rpbRJs/s320/michelangelo38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041953607294410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="body_guard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caro cardo salutis&lt;/span&gt; - these three words contain the whole of the gospel, the whole of salvation history and the entire plan of God! They are from Tertullian, written in the year 208, and they translate as saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the flesh is the hinge of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up... wass'at? The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flesh&lt;/span&gt;? The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;? This weak, fragile, and faltering thing that needs so much care and attention. THIS is the hinge of salvation? We're accustomed to hearing that the soul is what's saved, and that the very act of saving is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; thing. What's the body got to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A body you have prepared for me&lt;/span&gt;," says Psalm 40, and echoed in the New Testament letter to the Hebrews. In the fullness of time the Infinite, All Knowing, All Powerful Word descended into time and space and took on our flesh. And so the body became a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theology&lt;/span&gt; - a Word of God. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Word of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? Why should the flesh be the hinge of salvation? Why couldn't God just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; all's well. "I forgive you, come on home."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are&lt;/span&gt; our bodies! And we need saving. Our bodies are not like bags holding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, or decorations dressing the soul, like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Our bodies are not like pieces of luggage that allow us to carry our souls around, and once we reach Heaven we can empty out the suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are our bodies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are embodied spirits, or ensouled flesh... a harmony, a unity of the material and the spiritual, unique in all creation! And when our First Father and Mother sinned in the Garden of Eden, the shockwaves of that act of disobedience rippled throughout the material world as well as the spiritual. We needed the Word to become Flesh, the Obedient One to come into our time and space - to walk and breathe and sweat and suffer for us who are so often disobedient. In His Body, He takes the bullet for us, dies, sleeps, wakes and rises again! We are saved in and through His Body. A real Body! So the flesh is truly the hinge of salvation, on which the door to Life swings open wide that was once shut tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this first appeared on the &lt;a href="http://missionmoment.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-all-about-body-caro-cardo-salutis.html"&gt;Heart of Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/268256061081085279-1311942807347178209?l=theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/1311942807347178209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=268256061081085279&amp;postID=1311942807347178209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1311942807347178209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/268256061081085279/posts/default/1311942807347178209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloveworthwaitingfor.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-about-body-and-this-fancy-latin.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Body and This Fancy Latin Phrase'/><author><name>Bill Donaghy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/SaPT5prmw9I/AAAAAAAAE14/KnuDG_zoipI/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfieF6jIYCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PTNO8rpbRJs/s72-c/michelangelo38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268256061081085279.post-3656476916589503889</id><published>2007-03-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:13:49.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology of the Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>What's the Theology of the Body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfiaNajIYBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bhTe8tAY5_Q/s1600-h/youngpopejp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8vHRwR-EH8/RfiaNajIYBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bhTe8tAY5_Q/s320/youngpopejp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041949338096918546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's quite a buzz these days in certain circles about a so-called Theology of the Body. So what is it? Well, in 60 seconds or less, the TOB is a biblical reflection on what it means to be human, male and female. Where do we come from and where are we going? It looks at the two greatest questions we can ask;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Who am I? And Who is God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting point for getting to the answers is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us!&lt;/span&gt; Real men and women, guys and girls, in the midst of all our desires and experiences and relationships. The key in this study lies in a whole vision of the human body; not just as a biological organism, but as a theological reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about us that makes us so restless in this world, different from the animals, always hungry, always searching for More? The TOB looks at love as a lead into the answer. It says that in our call to communion with each other as man and woman, in human love, there is something of the Divine, something touching on the Infinite. All human love is a sign, an icon, a pointer to Something Beyond ourselves.... and that's pretty dang exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and feel suddenly like a little kid watching the stars (the way I did when I first heard this teaching) allow me to continue by saying that God has stamped right in our bodies a mystery that reveals Who He is! This is crazy! You see, a man is called to be a gift, in his very body, for the woman. And the woman is called to receive this gift right in her very body as woman. And this beautiful coming together of husband and wife creates new life! And the union, as beautiful, powerful, and wonderful as it can be, is really just the first sparks of the Love that we are made for beyond this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Church says that in the joys of their love, God gives spouses a foretaste of the joys of Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear that one in Sunday School? 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