This is one of those posts that was meant for yesterday. Alas, yesterday was a flurry of emergencies from morning until late late at night. But everything went well! Partly due to the prayers of St. Therese of Lisieux, whose prayers I asked for.
It was her feast day yesterday. I am certain there are people out there wondering why they are called feast days. Back in the early centuries of the Church, when Christianity was illegal in the western world, Christians would gather in the catacombs (or tombs) of saints and celebrate their lives on earth and in heaven with a grand feast. This is a tradition that we continue on today!
St. Therese, a girl who lived and died in the early 20th century, is my favorite saint, for the simple fact that she is like me. Not that I'm a saint, but during her life, she lamented that she couldn't be a missionary and do grand things for God. Somewhere down the line though, she realized that that wasn't going to happen, and she began to see every small thing that she encountered during her day to be a chance to do it for God with as much love and zeal as a missionary would. In this way, her heart became one with Christ's, and very shortly after her death, she was declared a Saint and then a Doctor of the Church, of which there are only 33.
For our feast, we're going to have something I rarely make but Dan absolutely loves: Tater tot hot dish.
Please hold the chortles. I will be sneaking in some nutrition, where, I don't know yet. St. Therese, pray for me.
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