Ellena marked her first birthday last April, but in June we took our baby’s first birthday pictures because the weather was finally warm enough to capture what I had envisioned.…
I am so angry.
My heart is broken.
My Church is broken. We are all broken.
Again this is happening.
Ireland and now Pennsylvania, and the sad reality is, that it’s probably not over.
I keep telling myself, it’s not the Church, is those put in charge of it. Men sin, men fail, our Church doesn’t, but it has. It’s failed in a massive way.
I am so sorry. I am angry with you. I want justice with you. I support you. This should never have happened to you. NEVER. I am humbled by your courage. I pray for your continued strength. I pray for your peace. I hope you get whatever you need to heal the hurt our Church has caused you.
As a mother, I can’t reconcile with the fact that those who were trusted. Loved. Held in high esteem took that trust and trampled it with their evil.
My children have served the altar. I have placed them in the loving arms of the Catholic Church because there is nothing better than coming to know Christ through the Eucharist. I believe that with the whole of my being.
My heart is broken, for the mothers, for the children whose trust and innocence was ripped from them.
I have been blessed to know truly holy men of God. Men who could never harm an innocent. Men for whom the love of God and our Church seems to pour out of them in golden, beautiful light. I look around me at the wonderful, beautiful, laypeople of our Church who give so much of themselves to our communities, helping those in need, ministering to the poor, the sick, the unwanted of all faiths and walks of life. I know their love comes from our Father in Heaven and is guided by the tenants of our faith.
The very same tenants, that teach us to uphold the dignity of every human life, from it’s conception to it’s death. What about the dignity of those who were harmed? I want to scream, to shout, to shake someone, I am so angry. I am so hurt. I feel so betrayed.
I am a catechist. I have taught many children the beauty of Catholicism. When I think of their innocence, of their trust and imagine the children who were harmed by this disgusting evil it is almost too much to bear. Children were raped… by priests. Has that sunk in? It hasn’t for me. It never will.
My heart is broken for them. My heart is broken for our broken Church.
I am so sick of the ambiguous addresses from our clergy… from our Pontiff. We, the mothers and daughters of our faith, need to stand up and demand change. We must demand any cover-ups be brought into the light. We must demand this never is allowed to happen again.
I pray our glorious Mother in Heaven, wrap our brokenness up in her arms and offer us the comfort only a mother can give to her injured children. She witnessed her son’s physical breaking on the cross, his heartbreak, she remained strong despite it. We must look to her strength, to her trust in our Father, and not lose hope. We shall be healed of this sin because Her Son made it so. We will come out of the dark, stronger and better.
Christ’s mercy is beautiful and glorious to behold. Our Churches are supposed to be sanctuaries of His mercy, forgiveness, and peace. They are supposed to be safe places to land. We must purge our Churches of this sin. We must beg forgiveness. We must love the sinner but not allow them to continue to serve our Church. My faith calls me to forgive. My faith calls me to offer mercy. It is so hard. So very hard. I don’t care that it happened years ago. It happened.
We, the laypeople of our beautiful Church must demand these evil men and anyone who had a hand at covering up their sin be purged from our Church. The Church is ours. It is not theirs to do with what they will.
We are broken, but through Christ, we shall be healed. Men fail us. God will not.…
Trying to keep a toddler quiet and still for one hour while at church is like trying to hold on to a rainbow. In theory, you think you could do it, but the reality of keeping a toddler entertained at church is much different. The way I see it, Jesus was a baby and I’m pretty sure he cried and wouldn’t sit still for his blessed parents either. I don’t expect my toddler or any young child to sit quietly during religious services, but I do make a solid effort to provide them with quiet activities to keep them entertained while we are in Mass….
BENJI & THE GIANT KITE is a sweet story about a boy with a goal. My daughter who is a year old enjoyed the story and the illustrations. The meaning behind it is a bit big for her just yet, so I had my ten-year-old son read it and he could really relate to BENJI and his desire for a giant kite because he has a giant desire of his own right now.
I enjoyed the morals told in this story, hard work, choice, and finally letting go.
The illustrations by Eefje Kuijl are sweet and have just the right touch of whimsy.
This story isn’t one of those sentimental stories that will make the adult reader tear up. What it is a simple approach to teaching a lesson, that does so in a way that will really resonate with children.
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More about BENJI AND THE GIANT KITE
Let’s go fly a kite! An inspiring read-aloud picture book about ambition, perseverance, and kite-flying from bestselling author Alan. C. Fox. For aspiring aviators ages 4 and up.
In a small shop, Benji sees a beautiful kite. It’s huge and it’s bright orange. But the kite is also very expensive. Benji takes on all kind of jobs to earn the money to buy the kite . . . Then finally, the day comes he can fly it!
An inspiring picture book about ambition, perseverance, and kite-flying. For aviators ages 4 and up.
Have you ever wanted one thing – just one thing – more than anything else in the world? A toy? A new bike? A computer game? Did you imagine that this one possession would make you incredibly happy – forever? For Benji that one thing is an enormous orange kite. In BENJI AND THE GIANT KITE (Clavis Publishing; August 2018), bestselling author Alan C. Fox tells the enchanting story of a young boy who learns that possessing something is not quite as meaningful as letting it go.
BENJI AND THE GIANT KITE, with illustrations by Eefje Jujil, is the second in Alan Fox’s series of picture books. The first, BENJI AND THE 24 POUND BANANA SQUASH, was named a notable children’s book of 2017 by Booklist magazine and has become a much-loved story for youngsters and parents alike.