NULA. It’s a name that stands on its own, her son eulogized this week. Think “Cher” or “Beyonce”. Her son, Joe, couldn’t have been more accurate in his description of his larger than life mother during her funeral mass Monday afternoon. She lived her life with passion, where slackers need not apply. Her battle with pancreatic cancer scarcely changed a thing. She wouldn’t allow any child or grandchild of hers to get away with standing in the batter’s box watching strikes go by, and she went down swinging!
Some people just have a way of making our lives sunnier, our hearts warmer. They show up when the chips are down, or stop by with a diet coke, or make you laugh until your sides ache. They just keep putting love out there. They latch on to the affirmative.
When Fr. Farrell gave the most beautiful funeral homily I have ever heard this week, that’s part of what he said made Nula such a genuine person. But the most important thing he shared was a reminder. He reminded the packed house at St. Pius X Catholic Church that God doesn’t want us to be the next St. Catherine of Siena, or Francis of Assisi. He wants us to live our lives with zeal being authentically US, from start to finish, just like Nula did.
Virtually every great accomplishment, program, or movement about which I have ever read or learned firsthand was started by someone who believed and lived passionately. It’s painfully easy to decide one “cannot”. It’s a simple path to nowhere living with a pocketful of excuses and the sense that we surely cannot acquire the capacity to do it. Is there a single saint who spent their time glorifying God on this planet, on their path to canonization, preaching by word or example the idea of loving as moderately as possible?
So, today, I am writing about loving my Catholic faith, again. Writing about God doesn’t help me pay any bills. It’s something I’d told myself I shouldn’t waste my time doing anymore. I should be matching socks, or helping someone practice their spelling words, or making something slightly fancier than boiled noodles for dinner. I am madly in love with my family, and I would like it to appear to them that these are not merely words.
Here’s the thing. I love writing and I love Jesus. Those two things are my passions as well. So, I acquired this crazy idea at Nula’s funeral that being Shelly, really living genuinely and passionately as the Shelly God means me to be, well, it means I am going to have to step confidently in the direction of passion. I think I am just supposed to keep putting love out there, even though Blogging, and Twitter, and all social media seem incredibly narcissistic to me, and despite the fact that there seems to be no reason to believe my homemaking skills have any hope of improving.
It’s all an effort at living who He created me to be, to the fullest extent I can endeavor to try, and with the help of His grace—that’s what He wants for all of us, and He Never Misses.
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