We plan more than we pray. I am guilty of that. Most of us are. As leaders in ministry, we are all aware of the endless lists of to-dos that are on our list. The people that we have to reach out to, recruit new members, train/teach current members, prepare sessions, journey/mentor younger leaders, pray... etc.
Catholic Church's response to the detention of Auxiliary Police Officer
The truth is that not all evangelising efforts are effective, and not everyone who sets out to evangelise is spiritually fruitful.
What is a small member yet boasts of great exploits? Of which is full of deadly poison, restless evil and is untamable? Likened to a small rudder on a huge ship, the tongue does not have any mind of its own but is driven by a pilot, wherever he wants it to go.
One of the most frustrating things in the spiritual life can be our seeming lack of progress. We pray, we go to Mass, we confess, we read books—and yet we seem to have little to show for it.
I frequent a certain coffee shop during the week. Just about every time I’m there, I see two older men sitting in adjacent faded red chairs. They both usually have headphones on and are engrossed in a show or movie playing on their laptops. They sit quietly for the most part, laughing in short
I'm a dreamer. I have more plans and ideas than I can possibly execute. Ideas for apostolates, books, essays, blog posts, hobbies I want to pursue, and so much more.
I was born in a non-Christian family, with parents who are devout Buddhists. As I grew, I had a negative impression of Christianity due to the - to put it bluntly - 'cheap marketing' of Jesus by the Evangelicals and Pentecostals.
Born in 1506 in Navarre, Spain, Francis Xavier was the youngest son of a wealthy state official. Although his brothers joined the army, Francis studied law and theology at the University of Paris, where he also met St. Ignatius of Loyola, the eventual founder of the Jesuits.
Heroic souls tend to be chiseled out by tragedy. Whatever life throws at them, they refuse to get bitter. Instead they get better. St John Paul II had a really rough childhood. Very early in life, he experienced the tragedy of mortality and the tragedy of human evil.