Sunday, March 31, 2013

Welcome Home Son

Today I went to Easter Mass with my parents. Anyone who knows me knows that I come from a traditional Catholic family, two great Aunts who were nuns, and a cousin who was studying to enter the priesthood before he passed. Being Catholic was all I ever knew...and its something I have been wrestling with over the last few months...but more on that later. What I wanted to share was the priest this morning gave an incredible homily (sermon) about the mystery of Faith, the mystery of Christ's death and resurrection. And he ended it with this story, written by a 14 year old boy. It wrecked me as I sat in mass this morning...wanted to share:


A Conversation Between God and Jesus.

God: "Welcome Home Son, I've missed you!"

Jesus: "Thank you Father, I've missed you too."

God: "Was it hard Son?"

Jesus: "As hard as nails"

God: "What was the hardest part son?"

Jesus: "The kiss in the garden Father."

God: "Was it worth it?"

Jesus: "Yes Father, they were all worth it, now we must help them all believe that THEY ARE WORTH it."


Friday, March 29, 2013

The Grace of the Cross

     I have done a pretty poor job of keeping up with this blog. I'd like to say it's because of my desire to not just write or speak just for the sake of writing or speaking. But I think if I am being honest, its because I am lazy, and don't make time for it. 
     I do believe that I still am trying to hold fast to the lesson God has been teaching me for years, to not fill my world with noise. I want to speak only when He wants, and only to give life, and truth. It's a great goal to have, but its a lofty one. I also feel that there have been many who have come before me that have spoken, or written great truths, and their words would be better to share then my own. With that said, here is an excerpt from The Valley of Vision. Another Good Friday post from me I know but thankfully these words are not my own.

 O My Savior,
     I thank thee from the depths of my being for thy wondrous grace and love in bearing my sin in thine own body on the tree. 
     May they cross be to me as the tree that sweetens my bitter Marahs, as the rod that blossoms with life and beauty, as the brazen serpent that calls forth the look of faith.
     By they cross crucify my every sin; Use it to increase my intimacy with thyself; Make it the ground of all my comforts, the liveliness of all my duties, the sum of all thy gospel promises, the comfort of all my afflictions, the vigour of my love, thankfulness, graces, the very essence of my religion; And by it give me that rest without rest, the rest of ceaseless praise.


I pray that not only during the Easter season but during every season that my heart would aline in such a way that my entire being, my trails, my victories, all of my life would be a clear picture of God's faithfulness. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

A Collection of Favorites

I have been wanting to write an entry for awhile now but to be honest I haven't really had anything all that pressing or original to say. I also am still aware of what I wrote in my first entry about the danger of just filling the world with more noise, not speaking or in this case writing just because I can or want to. So I decided a few days ago to go through some of my favorite books and write down all the things I had underlined, what an incredible thing. This week I went through Brennan Mannings, "The Furious Longing of God" If you couldn't tell from the name of my blog, Brennan Manning is one of my favorite authors. Enjoy!


       “ The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.”

         “And the God I have come to know by sheer grace, the Jesus I met in the grounds of my own self, has furiously loved me regardless of my state-grace or disgrace, and why, because His love is never, never, never based on our performance, never conditioned by our moods-of elation of depression. The furious love of God knows no shadow of alteration or change. It is reliable and always tender.

         “All I have learned through trial and error is to stay alert and aware, especially of God smiling of our silliness.”

         “The death of Jesus Christ on the cross is His greatest single act of unwavering trust in His Abba’s love. He plunged into the darkness of death, not fully knowing what awaited Him, confident that somehow, some way, His Abba would vindicate Him.”

        “The wild, unrestricted love of God is not simply an inspiring idea. When it imposes itself on the mind and heart with the start reality of ontological truth, it determines why and at what time you get up in the morning, how you pass your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, and who you hang with; it affects what breaks your heart, what amazes you, and what makes your heart happy. The revolutionary thinking that God loves me just as I am and not as I should be requires radical rethinking and profound emotional readjustment.”

         “Healing becomes the opportunity to pass off to another human being what I have received from the Lord Jesus; namely his unconditional acceptance of me as I am, not as I should be. He loves me whether in a state of grace or disgrace, whether I live up to the lofty expectations of His gospel or I don’t. He comes to me where I live and loves me as I am.

         “The past is over and done. We all stumble on the way to maturity. We all look for love in the wrong places. But out of it, you’ve become real. You’ve got a heart of immense compassion for the brokenness of others. You are utterly incapable of hypocrisy, and I am deeply in love with you.”

         “By entering human history, God has demolished all previous conceptions of who God is and what man is supposed to be. We are, suddenly, presented with a God who suffers crucifixion. His passion and death is meant for us too; the invitation He extends is Don’t weep for me! Join Me!”








Thursday, April 5, 2012

Faith in the Cross

As Lent comes to completion in the next few days I wanted to share  this excerpt from The Valley of Vision 
FATHER OF MERCIES,
Hear me for Jesus’ sake.
I am sinful even in my closest walk
with thee; it is of thy mercy I died not long ago;
by which thou hast reconciled thyself to me
and me to thee,
drawing me by thy great love,
reckoning me as innocent in Christ though
guilty in myself.
I look to thee for strength to maintain them in me,
for it is hard to practice what I believe.
My heart is an unexhausted fountain of sin,
a river of corruption since childhood days,
flowing on in every pattern of behaviour;
in which I trusted,
and I have no strength but in thee.
Thou alone canst hold back my evil ways,
but without thy grace to sustain me I fall.
and the shield that should quench them
easily drops from my hand:
Empower me against his wiles and assaults.
and of my dependence upon thy strength.
Let every trial teach me more of thy peace,
more of thy love.
and I cannot preserve or improve them
unless he works continually in me.
May he confirm my trust in thy promised help,
and let me walk humbly in dependence upon thee,
for Jesus ’sake.

Thy grace has given me faith in the cross
Giver of all graces,
Strengthen me against temptations.
Thou hast disarmed me of the means
Satan’s darts quickly inflame me,
Keep me sensible of my weakness,
Thy Holy Spirit is given to increase thy graces,

Sunday, January 22, 2012

True Poverty

For those who don't know why I entitled my blog "Rants of a Ragamuffin" its because I have a deep love and respect for author Brennan Manning. Manning spoke at my college my first year there and the words God spoke through him forever changed my life. I can honestly say that I was a changed person when I walked out of the gym at PBAU after the final night of the conference. I wish I could accurately explain what took place in my heart that week, my feeble attempt is this: God wrecked me....in the best way He ever could. I realized that God loved me just as I am...and not as I should be, because I will never be as I should be. Think about that, it should wreck you.
 This year I decided to go back to my favorite devotional "Reflections of a Ragamuffin" by none other than Brennan Manning. This mornings reading... I pray that it penetrates, comforts, encourages, moves, or wrecks you. That truly is my prayer.

"True Poverty"
 Jesus, my Brother and Lord, I pray as  I write these words for the grace to be truly poor before you, to recognize and accept my weakness and humanness, to forgo the indecent luxury of self-hatred, to celebrate your mercy and trust in your power when I'm at my weakest, to rely on your love no matter what I may do, to seek no escapes from my innate poverty, to accept loneliness when it comes instead of seeking substitutes, to live peacefully without clarity or assurance, to stop grandstanding and trying to get attention, to do the truth quietly without display, to let the dishonesties in my life fade away, to belong no more to myself, not to desert my post when I give the appearance of staying at it, to cling to my humanity, to accept the limitations and full responsibility of being a human being-really human and really poor in Christ our Lord.
"The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord"
Lamentations 3:25-26

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Our Golden Calf

Interesting title I know, hopefully I haven’t lost you yet, just hear me out. If you are one of the 3 people who read this blog you should know that I started this blog with no intention of creating more noise in an already noisy world. It is my hope that in my life that when I speak or voice an opinion it is only after careful thought and consideration. Now let me be honest I think I actually accomplish said goal about .5 % of the time. I am constantly putting my foot in my mouth, opening my mouth with nothing but nonsense flowing out, or just making noise to make noise, my mother would agree to that last one, seeing as I have made more noise then my siblings my whole life according to her!
With all of that said: The reason I am writing is because over the last few days scandal has broken out in a place close to home, literally. I grew up just a few hours from State College, PA and some of my earliest and best memories are of watching Joe Paterno run out onto the field in Beaver Stadium with my brothers and Dad. For as long as I can remember I have been a Penn State Nittany Lion fan. Beyond that I have been a college football fan. Growing up in Pennsylvania, my Saturdays in the Fall looked something like this; morning soccer game, if no game, rake the leaves, have lunch watch the Penn State game which was immediately followed by the Notre Dame game (because my Dad is Irish he always had an interest in them and Notre Dame has had a long standing tv contract with NBC so it was usually the only other game on.) Following the games, if there was enough daylight my brothers and our neighborhood friends and I would play our version of what we just witnessed on tv. Depending on the week and what team won, we would pretend we played for Penn State or Notre Dame. Say what you will but these are some of the most cherished memories, looking back at my childhood, I know I will never forget those Saturday’s in the fall.
As I have gotten older and busier college football is still and even more so become one of my favorite things. Living in Florida for the past 12 year I have even opted to cheer for the Gators. So yes I technically have 3 teams…what there is no rule about that? I digress! All that to say college football for me, for my brothers, my father, and friends is something we care deeply about. If you are not a sports fan go ahead with your judgment, I am just being honest! A typical Saturday now, is filled with College Gameday, smack talk via facebook, twitter, and text messaging, an afternoon of games, followed by the main event the 8:00pm ABC broadcast Game of the Week! College Football has become a god in our culture and I am the greatest offender, I have allowed it to become something much bigger than I think it was ever intended to be.
Over the last few years we have seen some of the great college programs crumble because of recruiting violations, illegal drugs, and the latest and the most bone chilling for me, sexual violation of minors by a grown man! This latest scandal has caused me to think a lot about the current state of college football in America. In its purest form, college football like most other sports are entertaining, inspiring, and life giving. Unfortunately, we have clouded this ideal because now its about the BCS and getting a shot at a national title. So now Universities throw ridiculous amounts of money into programs, finding the best coaches, recruiting the best players, building the biggest stadiums, having the best looking uniforms ( obviously I am not including Maryland in that category…what were you thinking this year with those uniforms?!) And like most college football fans, I think those things are important…I probably think they are WAY more important than they actually are. Programs are built now for nothing else then winning…and I like most love to win. But at some point we lost our way, winning became more then just putting up more points than your opponent, winning became an all consuming way of life, and nothing can or will get in the way of it.
Pennsylvania State University’s football program has had a long standing tradition of winning, Joe Pa passed former FSU coach Bobby Bowden with the most wins in college football history, as a Nittany Lion fan I couldn’t be more proud, that was until this Saturday. Since the news first broke, I have been reading, watching, and listening to everything about the scandal heartbroken over what Sandusky did, frustrated and disappointed in McQuery for not stepping up, and sadly disappointed in Joe Paterno for not doing more. It saddens my soul to think that because we have created this god of College football in this country that something like this could happen. Those directly involved in this can do nothing but start telling the truth and seeking forgiveness, but I can’t help but think should I, the die hard college football fan also be looking inward, dealing with the fact that I have created an idol, this golden calf known as love for college football?
There is nothing wrong with being a true fan of any sport, as a matter of fact I admit those who don’t like sports, I don’t know if I’ll ever understand that, but have we flirted with the line of love of sport or love of winning and put college football and all the players, coaches, and front offices on a pedestal in which they never had any place being?  
Just a thought.

*I pray that the families involved in the scandal at State College would find comfort in the Lord, that they would be healed and restored by their creator. I pray that the one who committed such horrible offenses, Lord I pray that your justice would prevail, I pray his soul would grieve and have nothing short of an attitude of honest repentance, God have mercy on his dark, sinful soul.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

365 with pictures

John Shea Taggart 
Dec. 23rd 2010

John Shea 
July 2011

My two favorite boys

Younglife camp Rockbridge 2011