The Language of Justice

Wow, I've been majorly slacking!!! I blame it on the ridiculously intense work weekend:  Long hours, under-staffing and the fact that the Assisted Living I work at has pretty much in the last 3 weeks become a full-blown Nursing Home. I'm just physically and mentally drained and love that I get to sleep in tomorrow! I also get to work Noc Shift which will be a welcome change cuz I love to stay up all night!!

Now on to my reflection for the day (or for a few days ago)
In this reflection there are no questions so I basically get to ponder what I like about it! The Gospel from today is what I refer to as the "Three Little Pigs" Gospel. Except instead of Straw, Sticks and Bricks we have Sand and a Rock. If we are like the first and second pig, who built their houses out of Straw and Sticks we are like the fool who built his home on the Sand. However, if we are like the third pig and build our house out of Bricks, we are like the wise man who built his house on a Rock. The reflection tells us that: "Today's texts are utterly realistic; they force us to look at the world we have made." As I look at the world I have made I can see that in places I have been wise and my foundation is strong. As I said earlier my weekend was pretty intense and the only opportunity I had of going to Mass was last night at the UWSP Newman 6:00pm (sinner's) Mass. Even though that is always my last resort mass (for reasons I won't get into now) I still went because it was my only option.
After I had gotten done with work I went to my grandma's house since I had 3 hours to kill. She lives a mile away from my work and where Mass was. When I got to her house she asked why I was there, cuz I needed to go to Mass and I didn't want to drive 20 minutes home to turn around and come right back into town. She told me that I could've just went home and not gone to Mass. It doesn't matter if you miss one. She has lost her faith long ago so for her it's not important. What kind of foundation did my faith have that day? That of a rock. I was able to tell her that, no I have to go. I chose to go out of town Saturday evening and made the decision to go to the sinner's Mass. It would've been easy to say to her, you know what? You are right! I've been up since 4:30am and worked my butt off for 9 hours! I should just go home and sit and relax! That would be the answer, had I built my faith on Sand. This reflection states that: "Jesus is asking us to listen, to truly hear God's word so deeply that there is no question about what we are to do...But we are to act for justice, trusting in what God has told us through the words of His prophets and His Son." There is no question. I not only have to go to Mass but it's a need! If I would've skipped out, this week would've been empty, and weird. One of the hardest people in my life right now to defend my faith to is my grandma. I am glad that my foundation is getting stronger and that I can stick to my beliefs and tell her that it is important that I go to Mass because it's not always about my comforts but what I need to do for the sake of my salvation. I have to obey what God wants even though I am ready to pass out from exhaustion. I have now been spiritually fed and am glad I am because this week has only gotten more the crazy and I need the Eucharist to keep my going. So far it's working!