Victim of Love

The thoughts and prayers of a soul who deeply desires to Love God as He Himself desires to be Loved.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

A New Tradition...

Today for the feast of the Visitation I made Molten Chocolate Cakes. They look like little chocolate cakes on the outside, but there's a surprise inside when you take a bite - warm, gooey, melted chocolate oozes out! (They didn't come out perfect - but hey! It's my first time!) As we were eating them I told the kids the symbolism... I said that just as our dessert looks like a plain chocolate cake on the outside, so did Our Lady appear to be like any other woman to the outside world. And just as we got a delightful surprise inside the cake, Our Lady was carrying the most delightful surprise for us in her womb - tiny baby Jesus! The boys came up with their own symbolism. They said that just like the melted chocolate poured out of the cake so did St. John the Baptist jump for joy... Oh the joys of family life!! ;.)

If anyones interested here's the recipe:

1/2 cup unsalted butter
6 ounces of semi-sweet chocolate (I used Hershey's milk chocolate bars)
1/2 cup cocoa powder
1/8 tablespoon salt
2 large egg whites
1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
2 tablespoons granulated white sugar

Preheat oven to 400 degrees
Butter 6 individual cupcake molds and dust the inside with granulated sugar
In a bowl over a saucepan of simmering water, melt butter, chocolate, cocoa powder, and salt
Whip the egg whites until frothy, add cream of tartar and whip until peaks form, add 2 tablespoons sugar and whip until stiff peaks form
Gently fold into chocolate mixture (do not overmix)
Pour into molds about 3/4 full
Bake for 5-8 minutes or until outside edges of cake is set but the middle looks a little wet
Remove from oven and invert onto serving plate
Serve with a dollop of whipped cream or powdered sugar (or both like I did)

Friday, May 20, 2005

A taste of Old Russia

Our homeschool has started a study on Russia and I'm reading a really great book called My Russian Yesterdays by Catherine Doherty. If you want to find out all that you've missed in this materialistic and media saturated culture this book will give you a pretty good idea. I would love to give my children just a little bit of the joy and peace that Catherine received from the simple life these good Russian Catholics lead. I'm also going to look into planting my own herb garden - read the book and you'll see why. These hard-working Russians found God in work, nature, and family.

It's a simple read and can be read in one lazy summer day. I give it five stars! I'll definitely be reading more of Catherine Doherty.

The Tree of Life

Today as my children and I were driving back from a tour of St. John's Cathedral in Lafayette, Louisiana we were praying the Sorrowful Mysteries. Often as I look at the trees around me I am reminded of the Crown of Thorns... Every tree is a reminder to me of the Passion of Our Lord. The rounded tops are the Crown of Thorns, the branches reaching upward remind me of His outstretched arms, the wood of the tree reminds me of the cross He carried and was crucified on.

A tree played a part in our fall, the first sin of Adam; a tree played a part in our redemption, the crucifixion of Christ. How often Our Lord must have thought about this as He worked with wood, making tables, chairs, and all sorts of things with St. Joseph and then later alone to support His mother and Himself. What sorrow and what joy must have passed through that Sacred Heart as He thought of the ravages of sin and of the way He would make up for it. How much I owe to You, Sweet Jesus, for You saved my soul from hell. You Loved me before I was born and for all eternity You desire for me to be with You! I thank You and I will thank You forever!

Friday, May 13, 2005

Confidence and Love Obtains All

A while back I wrote something I believe with a firm conviction: that when we fall into sin and return with sorrow and humility we gain more than before our fall. How happy I was to read today a quote from Saint Therese that echos my belief. She says that "when we return to Him He Loves us even better than before our fault... Yes, in an act of Love, even unfelt, all is retrieved and more."

As time goes on I come to see how wretched and little I really am. I'm such a simple soul and would never be accepted by the intellectuals of today... I know that I am nothing and less than nothing in the world's eyes. Even in Catholic circles I have a pretty good idea that I am looked upon as 'stupid' or 'weird'. Again Therese comes to my rescue and puts everything in perspective, "Sometimes when I read certain treatises where perfection is set forth as beset by a thousand obstacles, my poor little head grows very soon weary. I close the learned book which puzzles my brain and dries up my heart, and in its stead I open the Holy Scriptures. Then all appears to me in clear light; one single word discloses to my soul infinite horizons, perfections seems easy, I see that it suffices to recognize our nothingness, and to leave oneself like a child in the arms of the good God. I leave to great souls and sublime intellects books which I cannot understand, still less put in practice. I rejoice in being little, since children only and those who resemble them will be admitted to the celestial Banquet." She tells me "You are very little, remember; and when very little, one has not beautiful thoughts." And my heart is filled with joy and confidence when I read her words about the Mercy of the Lord to His little ones "'For to him that is little, mercy is granted.' (Wisdom 6:7) It is possible to remain little even while filling the most exalted positions and even in extreme old age... and it is written that at the end the Lord shall arise to save all the meek of the earth; it does not say judge, but to save." Little ones will not be judged. Saint Thomas Aquinas wrote in his catechism: "Of the good also, some will be saved and shall not be judged. They are the poor in spirit for God's sake who rather shall judge others." What more is there to say? If all could know and believe this what an explosion of sanctity we would see!