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So, I was trying--again--to really understand how the Divine Office works and came across this picture of this monk with an awkwardly burgundy background.

It was so awkward I just had to share it.

Anyway, seeing as I am now going to take this blog more sherioushly, here is the seriousness.

I just got an email from a guy named John Jansen. I "virtually" met him almost a year ago, when I was all cahoots about starting a youth pro-life ministry. He was the president of "Generations for Life" which is a national pro-life YOUTH group, awesome, they send out free stuff, which I no doubt have and unfortunately don't know how to share yet.

He met someone from Guam at a huge protest, "Face the Truth Tour", which is an amazing "coincidence," or shall I say.............. God'sincidience??? (and I shall say! ho ho ho)

He asked if I would like to be a guest writer on the GFL blog! Random! But ultimately I thought, I don't want to write, because I feel like I'm going to just going to be showing off my writing skills. I thought, never mind, I don't even want to deal with that.

Which is kind of the attitude I had about this lil' blog right here. I just kept it ultimately for myself.

But no more!!!! Where would I be if St. Francis de Sales said, I'll be too proud if I write! Or St. Therese of Liseux. Or St. Augustine. Or St. Thomas Aquinas. Or St. ... Or... or or or etc etc etc etc.

But then again, those awesome peeps had superiors that made them do it. I don't, but this is what happened to me.

I planned to ask God for permission to continue writing, but I was already biased against it, so I went ahead and did my prayer for my third day of the renewal of Total Consecration. The "random" reading I "chose" was Matthew Chapter 5.

Read through the Beatitudes, which was nice, but nothing stood out. Then I got to this part:

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt lose its savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is good for nothing any more but to be cast out, and to be trodden on by men. You are the light of the world. A city seated on a mountain cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but upon a candlestick, that it may shine to all that are in the house. (Matt 5:13-15)

An immediate, shining, and satisfying click. Hello!! How can I be so selfish and not share what God gave me, a small ability to write?? It's not like my actual skill or talent is something I can take pride in, because not only does everyone have a talent, but what is really worthy of praise is merely saying "Yes," to God, and really... compared to creating an entire cosmos I don't think it's that much of a big deal. (Though it's always something to be grateful for.)

Aaaaand that skill or talent is not something we created or really even fostered anyway.

So there. That's my schpiel. Which is actually spelled "spiel."