Embarking on your Faith Journey

Have any of you ever read a really great book or watched a really great movie or heard a really great story? Now, what did that book, movie or story have that was so great about it? Maybe it had to do with some mythical place, or an incredibly interesting main character. Perhaps you were able to identify with it in some way. Something about that story drew you in. And I can tell you, that each of these stories has something very simple in common. They all have some sort of journey that you as the reader, watcher, or listener follow. It may be a journey to a long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away, to Hogwarts, Middle Earth, Narnia, Metropolis or Gotham. It might be a journey of self-discovery, or one where the main character saves the world. We are drawn into this story. We are drawn into the mystery.

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I have this map up here. It belongs to my Dad, and it had a prominent place in my home for most of my life. It’s a hand drawn map of Middle Earth, the world that J.R.R. Tolkien created for his famous trilogy, The Lord of the Rings. I grew up staring at it, memorizing the landmarks and physical obstacles along the way from the Shire to Mount Doom in Mordor. This is one of the stories that I was enamored with as a child. I loved the idea of the adventures that took place in Middle Earth. I wanted to meet characters like Bilbo and Gandalf, and I wanted to be a strong heroin just like Arwen.

Now, what if I told you that our faith can be just like one of these journeys.

Just like the ones that we see in our favorite books, movies, or stories.

 You might be thinking I’m a little crazy at this point. But, one of my favorite saints, St. John Paul II is quoted in saying, “Life with Christ is a Wonderful Adventure”.

There is a moment in every story where the main character is posed with a question. Usually that question is whether or not to take on an adventure. Whether they’re off to destroy a ring, find a horcrux, or save the city from eternal doom, there is a moment when the main character consciously makes the choice to do the right thing. And often enough, we learn that the main character was destined to take part in that journey.

So are we.

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This painting is one of my favorites. It’s called “The Calling of St. Matthew” and it was painted by a guy named Caravaggio in 1600. Here we can see a ray of light making its way to Matthew, while Christ is pointing at him. The story of this painting actually comes from a story in the Gospel. The Gospel of Matthew tells us:

 “As Jesus passed on from there, he saw a man named Matthew- sitting at the customs post. He said to him, “Follow me.” And he got up and followed him. While he was at table in his house, many tax collectors and sinners came and sat with Jesus and his disciples. The Pharisees saw this and said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” He heard this and said, “Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. Go and learn the meaning of the words, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ I did not come to call the righteous but sinners.” – Matthew 9:9-13

We all have this moment. There is a moment where we are asked to join Christ on a journey. We are asked to accompany him on an adventure that we were made for.

My faith journey started out like many others. It was quiet. I grew up on Long Island, went to public school, lived with my Grandma, Mom & Dad, big sister Julie, and went to Mass on Sundays. I played with neighbors as a kid, and loved to draw and write stories. For me, this moment of encounter didn’t happen as a child, at my baptism, first communion, or confirmation, but rather, it happened on a retreat, kind of like the one you’re on right now. I had had a couple of really rough years in high school. I was anxious, depressed, I had lost friends, and a boyfriend who I was too dependent on, and my Dad had moved out and my parents divorced. I was a senior in High School. I wasn’t living a life for Christ, even though I had gone to Church, to youth group, and volunteered my time to the poor and to the younger children at my parish. I was living day to day, trying to fake a smile, and act as though everything was okay. I knew that I wasn’t though. I knew that I was loved, but couldn’t grasp what that meant, or how it could affect my life.

And so I went on this retreat. I didn’t particularly like going to youth group anymore, but out of habit, I went on the Spring Retreat. Ironically, or not so ironically, the theme of the retreat was “I will Follow” and we had to sing this awful song and do silly hand movements to it. However, I knew that being a scutch and remaining closed off was not going to be fun for anyone. So, I tried to be open and listen to all of the presentations and participate in the prayer services. Friday night we handed whatever was burdening us over to God by tossing a rock into the Long Island Sound. We were asked to quiet ourselves, and to think of what was burdening us. There were thousands of pebbles on the beach. We each picked up two rocks. One represented our burdens, and one represented a promise. We each threw our burden into the Sound, and held on tight to our promise. I began to open up then. But the true turning point for me was on Saturday night. I sat in adoration of the Eucharist, which is when the Eucharist is exposed in a gold stand called a monstrance for a prolonged period of time. I desired mercy; just like St. Matthew. I had experienced God’s loving grace in the sacrament of confession. And as I sat, for the first time feeling peace in front of the Eucharist, I cried, and felt a whisper in my heart to come, and follow Him.  I felt an overwhelming sense in my heart that I was loved. Truly Loved.

In that moment, just like St. Matthew, I got up, and followed Him.

I was drawn into the mystery.

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I found Joy on that retreat. For the first time in a long time, I found joy in doing simple everyday things. I even found Joy in getting stuck in the mud of a small Long Island Harbor, after running after my friends onto what looked like solid ground. In case you were wondering, I did ruin my flip flops that day. I had no idea what this journey would entail or what my destination would be. To be completely honest with you, I still don’t know what the destination is. I can tell you, that since I decided to get up and follow Him, my life has truly been an adventure. I’ve gone places, done things, and encountered people that I wouldn’t have even thought possible in High School. But, I had to take that first step and climb that very high mountain. I had to leave my comfortable life behind, and like Frodo and Sam in The Lord of the Rings, I left the Shire.

I started to take my volunteer work seriously. I was a volunteer with the Middle School Youth Group at my Parish. I played silly games along the way with middle schoolers and enjoyed it. I even let a 12 year old do my hair with shaving cream for the “Edge Kids Take Over”. It took a few showers to get it all out.

I went on trips to places I had only dreamed about before. I walked the streets of Dublin and Paris with my Mom and sister.

I took in the beauty of one of the world’s oldest book of Gospels, The Book of Kells, in Dublin, and I stood in awe of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. I went on pilgrimage to Madrid, Spain for World Youth Day 2011. I walked along the same cobblestone streets as St. Teresa and St. John of the Cross. I sat in the same churches as a Doctor of the Church. As a group, we went to Mass with various English-Speaking Cardinals, and eventually with Pope Benedict XVI.

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We stood and humbly waited in the rain, which was described as a hurricane over the announcer. There was obviously a mistranslation there. And we waited for the Pope to arrive. We met young Catholics from all over the world: Colombia, France, Iraq, Australia, Nigeria, and Malaysia. I found I had a friend in Jesus’s mother after I realized that each church I went into had the image that my Parish is named after, Our Lady of Perpetual Help. This still happens by the way.

In college, I continued to follow Him along a path that I couldn’t quite see, and had some incredible experiences. I trudged through Washington DC in 10 degree weather as a witness to the beauty that Human Life is at the March for Life.

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 I studied in Galway, Ireland, after working up the courage to follow the desires of my heart and change my major from something that would secure me a job after graduation, to something that I truly loved: English Literature and Irish Studies.

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 I sat in the middle of a country road in a town where there were more sheep than people, and appreciated the beauty of creation with a sunrise at 4am with some of my wonderful classmates.

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 I took a bus and visited relatives that I had never met and shared in faith and tea and ice cream with them. We drove all over my Grandfathers hometown.  I felt a little silly standing with that tomb stone in the rain, but I knew that these were the family members that gave me my Catholic faith, this was the church where my grandparents and great grandparents worshipped a God who is Love, and so I complied and smiled as a cousin I barely knew took my picture.

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I walked across the Peace Bridge in a city where violence was the norm for so long. I shared in the hurt that my cousins felt from the past, but also listened to their hope for their city and for their home. I quite literally crossed the River Foyle with them and was present as they shared their story and their heart with me.

I traveled in a minivan, and my campus minister was pulled over by cop in West Virginia for going 83 mph, to a place that I had never been. There were mountains there. I served the poor of Appalachia in Beauty, KY with some of the most kind-hearted, loving people I know.

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The Lord helped me break out of my comfort zone by working with power tools and to truly be present with the people of Beauty. I was reminded by a cook that I met from Georgia, just how beautiful my soul was, and how she could see it in my eyes. I spoke of my love for Mother Teresa and the Catholic Faith with a nurse from the next town after she confided in me just how beautiful she found the Catholic Church, even though she was a Baptist. She met me with love, not judgment, just as Jesus had.

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I built a deck and a ramp that week along with 8 of my classmates and mentors. That is something I would have never thought I could do, much less that I would want to. My Dad still doesn’t quite believe it.  Even in the mud that week, I found Joy.

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More recently, Jesus asked me to climb an even higher mountain. He asked me to serve in a way that I had never thought before. He asked me to move away from home to a place called Garrison, and to run retreats where students could encounter Him. I laughed, but after much prayer and a leap of faith, I went. And I could not be happier. Those words that JPII spoke are true, “Life with Christ is a wonderful adventure.”

Will you get up and follow him?

This presentation was given on the Sophomore Retreat: Faith Journey through CYFM. 

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Apple Festivals and the Middle of No-Where NY

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A few pictures from our trip to the Apple Festival in Warwick a few weeks ago. Warwick is where two of the members of my community run a youth group, so we were able to park at the Parish and go to the Apple Festival! It was about an hour from Beacon, and it felt like we were in the middle of no-where. People come from all over to visit this festival. The little town was bursting at its seams with people!

There was also cider. and donuts. and other delicious things.

It was a good day.

Life Lately

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Life lately has been filled with retreats, trips to see Jason Evert, free Pizza, and trips home.

Our girls senior retreat was one that I really enjoyed. I loved seeing the senior girls share their dreams with one another.

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Last minute we were able to go to see Jason Evert speak about chastity. This was really great for us, because it was a moment for the CCVs to relax, but also a moment to learn how to better explain chastity for our ministry. The parish also gave us two free pizzas!

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Also, one of the reasons why I fell in love with CYFM was its location. We’re located in the Hudson Valley, so there are beautiful hills and mountains all around us. The fog in the mornings has started, and I am in love.

Also, I was able to go home and I sent pictures of my kitty cats to my community members. 🙂

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Catholic Underground on Saturday night was awesome!

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This past Monday we attended “Fraternity Day” with the Friars.

Fr. Fred was being honored for his jubilee year as a priest. The parish was beautiful!

Love and prayers,
Mary

Apple Picking at Fishkill Farms

On our first night in the Red House, the CCV’s decided to make a bucket list of things to do in the Hudson Valley as a community this year. One of those things was to go Apple Picking. And, of course, I had a place in mind from one of the various blogs I follow here on the interwebs. I found out about Fishkill Farms through Love Taza, one of my favorite blogs. When I saw that Fishkill Farms was near Beacon, I knew that I wanted to visit!
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We decided to make the 20 minute trip on our day off. It was absolutely beautiful!

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We decided to buy one bag to go apple picking (because we’re full time volunteers)
but it was more than enough for the five of us. : )

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The farm also had this sweet little shop. They had coffee, tea, donuts, candy, t-shirts, and also all of this fun organic food.

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I love this place. I can’t wait to take friends and family back to visit.
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And bunnies. They had bunnies. (They also have a chicken coup, but the bunnies were cuter)

Love and Prayers,
Mary

We visited Holy Cross last week…

So last week, the CYFM team gave a retreat in Worcester, MA. Val, one of the members of my community, went to Holy Cross for college. So, we decided to visit!

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We visited the “Hoval” and had coffee.

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Then, we visited the beautiful Chapel, and Val sang for us. 🙂

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We visited Campus Ministry and left a message for everyone.

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and took some pictures on the “Hoval” before we left.

Love and Prayers,
Mary

Interlaken and Bonticou Crag

GUYS! We’ve had such a crazy week. We’ve been all over this great state of New York. We started by going up to Interlaken, New York, which is in the Fingerlakes. We stayed right on Lake Cayuga. Above are a few photos from our four days in Interlaken. I’ll be writing more about our retreat on the Cap Corp Blog within a few days 🙂

On Sunday we were able to go on a community hike with Tom and his wife, Julie. We hiked Bonticou Crag, outside of New Paltz, New York.  Most of the hike was pleasant. A brief period included a rock scramble. It was more like free-climbing boulders that were at almost a 90 degree angle. It was slightly terrifying, but we worked together and got through it. The view was amazing. To one side we had the Catskill Mountains and to the other side we had the Hudson Valley. Absolutely beautiful.

More to come in a bit 🙂

Day Two of Two in Chicago

Day two I spent roaming around Chicago. My first stop was Holy Name Cathedral:
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I loved how different the stained glass was. Still beautiful, still prayerful, but very modern. 

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The inside of the cathedral was gorgeous. Most of it reminded me of European Cathedrals, but at the same time it was very modern. At first I was a bit turned off, but as I spent my time there, praying, and thinking, I thought about how this cathedral will show generations to come the art that came out of this era, just like the great Cathedrals of Europe have for centuries. 

Then I made my way over to the Art Institute of Chicago. This was the other main thing on my list of things to do.

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I went into the museum unsure of what their collection was like. I took a visitors guide and sat for a moment to collect myself. Below are a few of my favorites. I really enjoyed their religious art exhibit. They had Christianity and Buddhism juxtaposed in the exhibit. Later on I focused on American Art, the special exhibition on Ireland, and the impressionism gallery. I’ve always been drawn to impressionism, probably because my elementary art teachers loved it. Both paintings that I feature here are pieces that I studied and parodied in my own art as a young child.

After the Art Institute, I purchased a print of American Gothic (because what better time to do that) and then walked through Millennium Park to The Bean… Apparently no trip to Chicago is complete without a visit to The Bean.

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After meeting up with my Mom, we walked from the hotel over to another Deep Dish place. We decided to have an early dinner because we had to be at O’Hare around 6pm. This place was called Gino’s East. We personally liked Lou’s better, but Gino’s was definitely worth the trip.

My trip to Chicago was short, but eventful. Until Next time, Chicago!

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I’m Going to Chicago!

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GUYS. I’m going to Chicago this week! As a part of my graduation gift, I’m tagging along with my Mom while she is at a conference. I’ve never been west of the Mississippi River, so I’m really excited to head to Chicago this Thursday!

I’ll be taking a carry on bag, and a small purse. It’s supposed to be beautiful in Chicago this Thursday and Friday, so that’s a good thing. I’ll probably wear a sundress or a skirt while i’m there.

I’ve done some pinning, and asked some friends who have been to Chicago, but I still don’t really know what I want to see (besides the Art Institute, that is.) So, I’m asking you all. What are your favorite things to do in Chicago? What should I see? Is the Bean really worth it? What about the Sears Tower? What Churches should I see? Now, remember, I’m only going for a couple of days, so I want to make sure I see great things while I’m there.

So, can you help me out?

North Carolina Here We Come!

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Departure time: 4:30am Friday Morning
Departing from: Long Island, NY
Final Destination: Coastal North Carolina

Chris and I are leaving tomorrow morning to go and visit with his Grandparents who live in NC. We’ve had this trip planned for a while now and I’m super excited.

While I still have some packing to do, I finally feel at ease about this trip. I’ve only been home for a week now and I’m just starting to settle back into life here on the Island. But as of yesterday I still had a lot to do. My final paper for my class in Ireland is due tomorrow and Chris and I had to acquire an EZ pass… Driving into the city this morning was fun :p Now we’re all set in that department, which is nice. And I can safely say that my final paper has been turned in, well, emailed that is 🙂

Our drive tomorrow is supposed to be a little more than 10 hours, which means it will be 12… we are talking about I-95 after all. Anyway, we have snacks and music and a lot to look forward to on our drive. We stopped at Fairway after acquiring our EZ pass this morning. We’re fans of dried fruit for long car rides. It’s not messy, it tastes good, and it doesn’t make you feel icky like some junk food can. We bought dried apricots, dried mangos and sesame brittle. Yum! We’ll also have some yummy sammies for lunch. I cannot wait to dig in. 

Here are some things we’re looking forward to in NC:

– The beach.
– Finally being able to go out to dinner for our Anniversary.
– Day trips to Wilmington.
– Nana’s cooking. (Chris) … I’m excited too but this was his input 🙂
– Sunrises on the beach. 
– Pulled Pork. 
– Finishing up my reading list. (Mary)

See you soon, New York! 
Love and prayers,
Mary

Translations

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Yesterday we left Galway and made our way through Sligo into Donegal. Obadiah was ready to leave, but I’m not sure about the rest of us. In Sligo we were able to visit W.B. Yeats’s grave. Having taken a class on Yeats last semester, I was floating on air as we entered the church yard. 

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We arrived in Glencolmcille late afternoon and then took a stroll around town. GCC, as we like to call it is an area of Donegal that is basically untouched. The road signs here are not in English and Irish but rather only in Irish. This really connected to one of the plays we read, Translations, by Brian Friel. It was a very interesting play and has played a key role in how we, as students, are experiencing this remote area of Donegal.

The scenery is absolutely gorgeous, however it can be hard to take a nice picture from a bumpy cab ride. I stopped in the local church to check for mass times and guess who was there? Our Lady of Perpetual Help. This is the third time I have seen my parish’s image since I have been abroad. Looks like I have someone watching over me 😉

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Last but not least, we had a real hostel experience last night. All the guests sat in the kitchen and took turns playing  music and singing. It was a mix of American, Irish, and Spanish guests. This was not something that I was expecting. Although our spanish wasn’t great, and their english wasn’t great, we were able to get by and enjoy eachothers company. They even played piano man for us Long Islanders. 🙂

Love and prayers,
Mary