He said Mass last Sunday and I’m glad he did. By listening to his homily, I felt encouraged to attend his sessions on the Beatitudes the following Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I knew it would be tough to stick with – my three kids, brownie meetings and my writing all keep me busy. But I made the extra effort to get over to church those nights.

I tell you it helped me understand the beatitudes better. Father Murray  showed us that living the Beatitudes doesn’t have to be hard. He showed how to live them through our daily experiences. I could never do his mission justice by summarizing. Check out these links and visit the spirituality section of the website: Salesian Missions explains the “Practical Holiness”mission along with some others. The Spirituality page offers more information on the organization.

The bottom line was that we’re not only to know the Beatitudes–we need to live them.  Thank you again Father Murray for an unbelievable spiritual experience.

He was willing to die on a cross to save us from our sins when He was free from any wrongdoing. Though he was God’s son, he had to have been frightened – or at least nervous about what was going to happen. He surely could have escaped at any moment, but chose not to. He instead made himself a servant. He endured the taunting, the thorns, the lashes and the crucifixion. The best part, of course, is His conquer over death – for He had risen from the dead on Easter Sunday! 

Why would He endure so much for sinners – who have sinned in the past and would sin again? He did it out of love. Though we’re sinners, he wanted us to share in His inheritance of life in Heaven. So He gave up everything he had — including His life here on Earth.

As a people, we are still (and should be) touched by what He did for us.  We could never repay Him for His sacrifices. However, we can show our gratitude by treating others with love and kindness. If you look closely, you might even see Him in the compassion of others.

So during this season, we are reminded of God’s kindness and generosity. He gave his life for us. He had done the ultimate good deed.

I chose to write about Bonnie on this blog because she did a good thing for many people who were victims of a scam.  It takes great courage to take such a strong stand and follow through–no matter what the consequences. She created a website to tell the victims’ stories called Airleaf Victims. She even created a blog where she would be in constant communication with the authors she was helping. 

If you get a chance, stop by and read about what some of these authors have been through. Check it out, even if you aren’t a victim. It will show you why you need to be careful. If you are considering contracting with a publisher you don’t know about, check them out first at Preditors and Editors.  It could save you much pain, grief, and hard-earned money.

I didn’t know the true meaning of that until tonight. A friend of mine had her house broken into a few days ago. The thief stole just about everything.

Then I found out that even the children’s things were gone.  I looked around my house at the evidence of all those who helped us before. A generous community plus three children equals toys to the 10th power.

I called my friend and offered to give some of the things we had. My children were not just happy to share – they were excited. When my friend came to pick the toys and books up, the kids practically ran her over at the door.

I watched in awe as my friend smiled and looked over the large pile of toys, with my kids showing her everything. I usually only see that glow on people’s faces at Christmas time.

It was nice to give back to others in their time of need. My friend was right before. Giving is a blessing for the giver as well as the receiver. Maybe even more so.

 But what does it mean?

For some people it means, “You’re in my thoughts.”

For others it means, “I hope your situation gets better.”

But the best meaning, the one I hope most of us mean, is quite literal.  “I’ll take your concerns to God in my prayers and ask Him to help you.”

I never thought about this until tonight. My daughter, whom many of you may know by now had a liver disease and liver transplant, gets hit hard with the cold and flu season.

Tonight the worst for her were the stomach cramps. She tried to get some rest. It worked for a while, but it always came back – usually waking her from her much needed rest.

As her mother it was painful to watch. What could I do for her? Tylenol? No. She was afraid it would make her sick again. A drink? A medication? How could I make it stop?

My husband, who knew I was sick too, told me he’d take care of her and get some rest.  But how? Her cries can pierce my dreams.

As I sat in bed, I realized there was one thing I didn’t do. Prayer. I talk to God every night before I go to sleep. Why hadn’t I thought of it before?

“Dear God,” I said. “Please relieve her of her agony. She needs her rest. Please help her.”

Like an instant miracle, I hadn’t heard her cries after that. She even was well enough to go to school today.  

We also gave what we could to someone in need. Every Christmas in church there is a “Giving Tree.” The branched were decorated with tags of people’s names and their needs. We picked out one with a need of some new clothes. We couldn’t buy too much, but we were able to buy a few items for this family.

Kindess spreads like wildfire. The good feelings we bring to others when we give is the fuel to that fire. As long as there’s at least one person doing an act of kindness, the fire will burn brightly. May you spread the Fire of Kindness.

It was Jacqueline’s sixth birthday on Sunday. We ran to the food store to pick up the cake and a few other things to help celebrate. As with all our children, we wanted the birthday to be special. Even more so, since Jackie has only been to the hospital a few times since her last liver transplant.

Included in the cart was all her favorite food: Waffles for breakfast, Mac and Cheese for lunch and Ravioli for dinner. I let her pick out the cake ( turned out to be the most expensive one – but, hey it’s her birthday.) . When we went to check out, I pulled out the sixty dollars I withdrew from the Mac Machine.

Oh no. I was $8.45 short. No problem. I would just pull out my check card to pay the balance. I search my purse.  It wasn’t there. I frantically search my pockets. Nope, not their either. It turned out that in our early morning rush, I left the card in the Mac machine. This is why I avoid shopping before my morning cup of coffee.

 We were just contemplating what we could take off our order, when a complete stranger in the check out line next to us insisted on helping us out. I’m not sure how many times I thanked her, but one of the times she said that she’d had some bad things happening over the last couple months and that maybe God would help turn the tables. It sounded like she needed to know how big a help that was for us. So I told her how it was Jacqueline’s birthday and that she is a transplant patient.  She looked as if she were about to cry and hugged us.

Later that morning, we remembered her in church when it was time for our own silent petitions. I asked God to ease what ever burdens she was bearing.  After Mass, a spokesperson for an outreach program asked the congregation to help their mission and to save portions of leftever dinners to be delivered to the elderly and homebound. We signed up. It is amazing how one good deed can spread to help even more people. If the lady from the store hadn’t helped us, we wouldn’t have had the ravioli to share with the homebound. Nobody or any good deed is insignificant.

I realize this story is similar to the first post.  But at the same time it is very different. Judging by her reaction to what I told her in the store, I think  we may have helped her as much as she had helped us.  I didn’t have the money to give back to her, but I did have my prayers to help her. I will never know in my mind if those prayers were answered or how, but in my heart I know God will take care of her. Wouldn’t it be amazing to know the lady’s good deed had come full circle

“Please use the spring for the bills. Thank you.” Immediately, I panic. What in the world did she mean by “spring”? I looked all around the outside of the window, but saw no other way to hand over the cash.

Then a man lines up behind me, and I didn’t want to hold up a line while I attempted to figure out something that everyone else probably would know the answer to.

So I turn to the man and ask if he knows what that sign meant. I normally would never do this. I’ve always been too shy to even attempt to ask someone I didn’t know a question. But this time I bit the bullet and asked.  At first he was as confused as I was, But then recognition crossed his face and he pointed to a spring inside the the tray where we were to place our money. The “spring” was in place to hold down the dollar bills. This is the precise reason I don’t ask things from people I don’t know.  I was so embarrassed.

As he  pointed out what the spring was for, he grinned. But it was a friendly grin – not a what-an-idiot-grin. Still, as I realized that the answer to my question was staring at me the whole time, I laughed and said, “I’m such an idiot. Sorry.”

His response instead of being nasty:  “Nah, I would have thought the same thing.”

No he wouldn’t.

But it was nice of him to say so.

Another small good deed. It may seem insignificant, but the event still spread some good, some hope in humanity. He could have been mean about it or condescending. Instead, I walked away feeling better than I would have otherwise.  And when we make others feel good, that spreads to even more people.