7 Quick Takes: The Devil and the Details

Posted by Christie Martin - February 14th, 2014

–1– The Podcast Is Up

I swear I’m going to have to stop talking about the occult. Blogtalk Radio and Facebook are starting to SPAM me with how-tos for Satanism. Next week will be about putting your gifts from the Holy Spirit to good use among other things. I rebuke thee, SPAM! Get thee behind me computer cookie!

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–2– The Devil in the Ordinary

As promised on the show, here’s the website for Father Dwight Longenecker’s piece about possession. He asks us to ponder if demon possession is rare or if it is more common than we know. It’s a very interesting piece.

 

Al Pacino in Devil’s Advocate

 

–3– Happy Valentine’s Day

This is the anniversary of our regularizing our marriage in the Church, so it is a special day for us. We went out for breakfast this morning with all the kids and my parents. It was Mr. Baby’s premier appearance at a real sit down restaurant. All was well, the waitress was charmed (and well tipped) and the day adequately feted. To top it all off the owners hired a troupe of singers to serenade their customers. They sang “Love Potion Number Nine”! It was so hard not to sing along!

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–4– I’ve Been Under the Weather

I’ve been unable to shake the last cold/flu bug and have been running on half speed for the last several weeks. Last week it really caught up with me, so I took yet another unannounced break from blogging, and sought out medical assistance. I’m on anti-vitals, totally off of sugar, and am on the mend. Finally! My coffee is unsweetened for the duration. Well, now I guess I’ll have to give something else up for Lent.

 

–5– I’ll Be Speaking at an ACTS Retreat!

In April I will be giving my personal testimony at an ACTS retreat. If you ever have the opportunity to attend an ACTS retreat, take it! This particular retreat will be for anyone who has been on a previous ACTS retreat and needs to recharge.

ACTS is an acronym that stands for Adoration, Community, Theology, and Service. Here is more information regarding ACTS retreatsGo here to find an ACTS retreat near you. Retreats are amazing. If you can go, you should go. You really do deserve to spend some time with God.

 

–6– Speaking of Speaking

 

I can come to your event and speak on marriage, family life, my conversion story, and the life of a foster parent. To reach me, contact me at via email at andychrism at juno.com.

–7– Speaking of Foster Parenting

(Yes, I did! Right up there in #6, see?) Here is my favorite prayer asking for Saint Joseph’s intercession. He’s the patron of foster parents, being one himself.

Oh, St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the throne of God. I place in you all my interests and desires. Oh, St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession, and obtain for me from your devine Son all spiritual blessings, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. So that, having engaged here below your heavenly power, I may offer my thanksgiving and homage to the most loving of Fathers.

Oh, St. Joseph, I never weary of contemplating you, and Jesus asleep in your arms; I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press Him in my name and kiss His fine head for me and ask him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls - Pray for me.

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The Catholic Defender: Saint Andre Bessette

Posted by John Benko - April 20th, 2013

One of the benefits of being Catholic is the great access we have with the Kingdom of heaven.

Jesus gives this to everyone, but unfortunately, sadly some to not understand this very well.

Hebrews 12:1-2 states, “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us rid ourselves of every burden and sin that clings to us and persevere in running the race that lies before us while keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus, the leader and perfecter of faith. For the sake of the joy that lay before him he endured the cross, despising its shame, and has taken his seat at the right of the throne of God”.

St. Andre Bessette saw this vision and now is among those within this cloud of glory.

He was born in Quebec Canada raised in a small town called Mont-Saint-Gregore. He was so weak and frail, he was given an emergency Baptism.

My wife worked at a Catholic Hospital and has baptized infants just like this, which shows how sick he was at birth.

He was one of 10 children and work was difficult, his Father sought work and was rarely home. He was tragically crushed by a falling tree working as a lumberjack.

Shortly after this accident, his Mother developed consumption (tuberculosis) leaving St. Andre Orphaned by the time he was 12 years old.

He would try any odd jobs he could find, he had no trade, no real education and his health was frail.

Through all this wondering he steadily grew in his spirituality. He maximized what some people will minimally do.

He would spend his free time before a Crucifix, or he would talk to friends about our Lord. He would be someone after my own heart.

He was a lot like the Children of Fatima as he would do penance for those he would pray for. By the time he was 20 years old, he would come to the United States seeking work in New England.

There, he caught the eye of a Parish Priest who recommended St. Andre to The Congregation of the Holy Cross in Montreal. Fr. André Provençal wrote, “I’m sending you a saint”.

Because of his poor health, he was not initially accepted, However, the Montreal Archbishop Ignace Bourget, intervened for St. Andre Bessette and he was finally accepted in 1872.

From this time on, he would be known as “Brother Andre”. He made his final vows on February 2, 1874, at the age of 28.
Incredibly, Brother Andre would serve there for 40 years. He took hospitality to a whole different level as he served as a receptionist, a Wall-Mart Greeter. He did the tasks that most would gladly give to him to do and he did it with a smile, with love and devotion.

He was no average Wall-Mart shopper, he would go and visit the sick at their homes, at the hospitals, it wasn’t long that rumors of healing began to spread. Something he never took credit, but only praised God!

People began to seek him out for prayer and he would always have a kind word for each person, but he never took credit for any of the supernatural events taking place.

He had a strong devotion to St. Joseph and the Holy Family. He became known as the “Miracle worker of Mount-Roya”. With all this excitement surrounding him, of course the Secularist and the anti-Catholics would do what ever harassment they can muster.

That’s the way it always is. His popularity far exceeded the criticism as when he died at age 91, 1,000,000 people past his coffin. That is wild.

This reminds me when I went to Chicago to see Pope John Paul II with about 2,000,000 other people. The famed Atheist, Madeline O’Hara along with about 25 protesters arrived to protest the Papal Mass at Grant Park.

St. Andre Bassette was canonized a Saint by Pope Benedict XVI on December 19, 2009. So many times do we see the scripture teaching that the humble are lifted up by God.

You do not have to be a strong “Hulk Hogan” type to gain popularity, but a simple love for God and great acts of kindness.

Nothing wrong with being an athlete, but it is much better to be a Christian Athlete! St. Andre Bessette, pray for us Amen!

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*BEST OF DTB #60* As I imagine him

Posted by John Benko - February 11th, 2011


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My name is Christie Martin. I’m a new blogger to Deeper Truth Blog. I’m a wife and mother on fire for the Church that Christ built. I blog over at the Garden of Holiness. I’m a convert from the Church of Christ via Neo-Paganism. I’m also a homeschooling ex-schoolteacher with 5 children ages 7 and younger by birth, fostering, and adoption. Besides all that I raise goats for milk and cheese, cook up a storm, play the banjo (there, I’ve admitted it publicly at last!), and direct the a capella choir at a great little church in Amarillo, Texas. 

I thought you might like to get to know me better before I start contributing regularly, and now that you know more than you ever thought you’d care to know, here’s a repost on one of my favorite saints, a personal friend of mine, and a fellow foster parent. St. Joseph! In this build up to the holiday that seems to be more about selling flowers and chocolates and sappy cards, I’d like to present a man who really knew how to love. St. Joseph, ora pro nobis
As I imagine him… 
…he wasn’t much to look at. Other than very nice arms, arms like small trees in fact, he was an ordinary guy, the kind of man that until you met his eye, you might never notice, and then any woman might be in danger of falling in love. We like his style of man, quiet and normal. Homey.
We have no written record of his words. Proof he was one of those strong silent types, a man who talks more with his eyes and with his actions than mere words. When the angel said Mary’s son was God’s own and to marry her anyway, he did. When the angel said the child was in danger, he left that very night. He spoke like that. “I’ll love you anyway.” “I’ll take care of you.”
I imagine him, working away in his shop as Jesus brings home fallen fledglings, motherless kittens, and stray mutts. Watching quietly as the boy cares for them, explaining how to pet and care for the little wild things, then pouring water and scraps into their bowls after Jesus falls asleep at night. I imagine him taking care of all of us other strays that Jesus has brought in, caring for and praying over us, too.
I can imagine his struggles with ordinary and family-style sins: impatience, bouts of minor pettiness. I can imagine, too, being the only person in the house capable of such failings, and facing divine forgiveness in his foster son and perfected understanding from his pure and human wife. I’d be tempted to despairing thoughts of worthlessness in the face of more perfection than I was ever capable of. How must it have been to be a sinner among such a pair? I’ll bet that’s what made a saint of him.
Joseph and I have fostering in common and he helps me in this. I’ve often appealed to him to speak to Jesus about one of my foster children or even to ask Jesus for comfort when I struggled with giving a foster child back again. I ask him to especially and eternally to pray for those ones.
I ask him, too, to pray for my husband during those dry spells of marriage, to look out for me as a spouse, to teach me how to be imperfect with grace: God’s grace.
To me, he is the patron of ordinary guys, ordinary people. He is the first among us to reconcile himself and his life to the Word Made Flesh. He has a lot to say, in his quiet way. Do. Work. Love. Look, how extraordinary the ordinary.