Prayers, requests, peitions. A word to the Sponsor

We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for an announcement. I like my Political Science class. Thank you.

Actually, you could take a walk over to Shameless Plagiarism and read Filia's comment about WYD, as it is an interesting thing, and I repeat here my plug about getting with my Sponsor. It's a funny thing, how Satan decides to capitalize on such opportunities. He's awfully tricky, and so nastily creative. I remember that being the bit in Screwtape Letters that struck me most: just how inventive and enterprising the evil one really is.

Of course, lately, everything for me has been roses and smiles and lots of Grace (which has recently acquired the strangest of nicknames in my dorm), since I'm back here in this beautiful place and God is just outside my door, literally. In fact, I still keep running over and peeking in His doorway, just to make sure he's still there. TTO'D told us on Sunday that, when he first went away to college, his father wrote him a little note than simply said, "Son, just remember that a red light burn always, in silence, and the Best Friend in the world is always waiting to hear from you." It was a cool thought, and I continue to pop into the BF's place from time to time. It's a pleasant thing, to have the chapel so convenient. One is allowed extra opportunities for pius reflection inside Church, where in the normal world one must work a little harder to make all reflection pius, though most of it happens outside Church. I'll grant you, having God so blastedly convenient makes practicing that other reflection so difficult! Who would bother training the mind to pray while washing dishes, when He and his holy silence are right there?

Okay, so maybe a lot of people would. I think this is going to be my project for a long time--learning to bring that silence out of the Church and take it with me everywhere, since I know full well that that Easy Access God and Grace Station (Like a 7/11, only different) is not something that will be available to me all my life. In fact, I only have approximately 27 more months left! So, I proceed to get myself geared up for dragging holy silence into the real world, where I will actually be needing it.

So.

Back to the chapel, Betty.