Weekly Prompt

It All Begins with a Hail Mary!

Its the weekend and time for a Weekly Prompts Challenge!

I agree it is too early for Christmas Cards; however my post along with the prompt word “ordinary,” reminds me of a specific card I received years and years ago. This post is not meant to criticize but to explain the Traditional Catholic point of view.

Take the word “ordinary,” a word that offends me; offends because of an experience I had many years ago. Opening my Christmas cards one day, a particular card from a dear Protestant friend, I treasured her friendship and still do.

The card is described with a picture of Baby Jesus in the arm of His Mother. The sentiment described her as being ordinary.

Can anyone imagine an ordinary woman being chosen to carry God within her own body, she is a vessel of God, His tabernacle for nine months. Therefore she must be without sin, and was conceived without sin, she is called the Immaculate Conception. “Not to be confused with another mysterious and miraculous event, the virgin birth of the Lord Jesus, the Immaculate Conception is about how God acted in an extraordinary way in the life of the Blessed Virgin Mary.”

Know that she was not unique by her own choice; of her own accord. God created her this way to be the Mother of God for a particular role. One can not separate God’s natures the human nature, from the Divine nature; they are one.

Of all HIS creations, she is God’s Masterpiece. It was His will He came to us THROUGH HER! She is not an ordinary woman.

Can you imagine a famous artist with his masterpiece of a painting, and people flock to see and say, this is just an ordinary painting, nothing special here? The renowned and well-celebrated artist would be offended by such a remark, and rightly so.  

It All Began with a Hail Mary

Carrot Ranch

and The Winner Is — in 99-words!

Fun and action found at the Carrot Ranch where …

September 16, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a Big Black Horse. It can be a horse, a metaphor or an interpretation of KT Tunstall’s “Big Black Horse and a Cherry Tree.” Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by September 21, 2021

One day not too long ago, a black horse was galloping through the forest.
Stopping suddenly because he heard a cherry tree speaking to its neighbor, the apple tree.  "My fruit is much sweeter than yours,"
  
"You think so," said the apple tree! The apple tree continued,  "have you not heard it was the luscious allure of the apple that resulted in the fall of mankind."
 
"That is just a fairy tale," said the cherry tree.

"Is it?" The apple tree came back with an assertive voice.

The horse voiced, "even if a tale, the author chooses the apple."


Eugi's Weekly

Me — Myself — and I

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet – Sept. 16, 2021

A BOUQUET

A Short Story to entertain! Titled: Me – Myself – and I

A party for me, myself and I, with beautiful decorations, are planned. Beautiful Bouquets will be placed here and there, along with ribbons and bows.


I love presents, and I hope I get lots and lots of gifts. Flowers too!
I am so excited! After all, it is my special day!


I need a new dress, and I hope I have a good hair day! I think I will put a bouquet of pins in my hair. I have such lovely hair, I want to show it off.


Finally, the day arrived, and everyone was coming! Everyone that I invited, that is.
I, I, and I nothing else seems important than what I want.


The sound of the doorbell ringing was music to my ears, each time, it meant a new gift for me.
The presents were all neatly stacked around the decorative bouquets, but one of them was rather strange because it was round in shape. Oh well! I wondered! Round is good. It has no end!
Upon opening the gifts and tossing them from right to left, she grabbed that box very brightly wrapped with a circular form.
What!
What kind of gift is this, a box without a bottom? Putting her hand into the package, it seemed to go down as far as she could reach; she stretched her arm but felt nothing. Raising her hand as she reached for the card; the card, she neglected to read, it said: Stop reaching DOWN to SELF, reach UP to find your BOUQUET from God.

Word Prompts

America’s Days for Vaunting are over, it seems!





From my email today very telling, I fear! A Word Prompt for today is VAUNT! Pray for the World!

 
Excellent portrayal of our lonely planet. Copied from an unknown Facebook page. Author unknown, yet quite erudite.

“Men, like nations, think they’re eternal. 
What man in his 20s or 30s doesn’t believe, at least subconsciously, that he’ll live forever?
  In the springtime of youth, an endless summer beckons.  As you pass 70, it’s harder to hide from reality.

Nations also have seasons: 
Imagine a Roman of the 2nd century contemplating an empire that stretched from Britain to the Near East, thinking: This will endure forever….
    Forever was about 500 years, give or take.

France was pivotal in the 17th and 18th centuries; 
 now the land of Charles Martel is on its way to becoming part of the Muslim ummah.

In the 19th and early 20th centuries, the sun never set on the British empire; 
 now Albion exists in a perpetual twilight. 
 Its 95-year-old sovereign is a fitting symbol for a nation in terminal decline.

In the 1980s, Japan seemed poised to buy the world. Business schools taught Japanese management techniques. Today, its birth rate is so low and its population aging so rapidly that an industry has sprung up to remove the remains of elderly Japanese who die alone.

I was born in 1942, almost at the midpoint of the 20th century – the American century.  America’s prestige and influence were never greater. Thanks to the ‘Greatest Generation,’ we won a World War fought throughout most of Europe, Asia and the Pacific.
 We reduced Germany to rubble and put the rising sun to bed.  It set the stage for almost half a century of unprecedented prosperity.

We stopped the spread of communism in Europe and Asia, and fought international terrorism.
 We rebuilt our enemies and lavished foreign aid on much of the world. 
 We built skyscrapers and rockets to the moon. 
We conquered Polio .  
We explored the mysteries of the Universe and the wonders of DNA…the blueprint of life.

But where is the glory that once was Rome? 
 America has moved from a relatively free economy to socialism – which has worked so well NOWHERE in the world.

We’ve gone from a republican government guided by a constitution to a regime of revolving elites.
 We have less freedom with each passing year.
 Like a signpost to the coming reign of terror, the cancel culture is everywhere. We’ve traded the American Revolution for the Cultural Revolution.

We can’t defend our borders, our history (including monuments to past greatness) or our streets. 
 Our cities have become anarchist playgrounds.
 We are a nation of dependents, mendicants, and misplaced charity. Homeless veterans camp in the streets while illegal aliens are put up in hotels.

The president of the United States can’t even quote the beginning of the Declaration of Independence
 (‘You know — The Thing’) correctly.
 Ivy League graduates routinely fail history tests that 5th graders could pass a generation ago. 
 Crime rates soar and we blame the 2nd. Amendment and slash police budgets.

Our culture is certifiably insane.
 Men who think they’re women. 
People who fight racism by seeking to convince members of one race that they’re inherently evil, and others that they are perpetual victims. 
A psychiatrist lecturing at Yale said she fantasizes about ‘unloading a revolver into the head of any white person.’

We slaughter the unborn in the name of freedom, while our birth rate dips lower year by year. 
 Our national debt is so high that we can no longer even pretend that we will repay it one day.
 It’s a $28+trillion monument to our improvidence and refusal to confront reality. 
Our ‘entertainment’ is sadistic, nihilistic and as enduring as a candy bar wrapper thrown in the trash. 
Our music is noise that spans the spectrum from annoying to repulsive.

Patriotism is called insurrection, treason celebrated, and perversion sanctified.  

 A man in blue gets less respect than a man in a dress.  We’re asking soldiers to fight for a nation our leaders no longer believe in. 

How meekly most of us submitted to Fauci-ism (the regime of face masks, lockdowns  and hand sanitizers) shows the impending death of the American spirit.

How do nations slip from greatness to obscurity?

• Fighting endless wars they can’t or won’t win • Accumulating massive debt far beyond their ability to repay •
 Refusing to guard their borders, allowing the nation to be inundated by an alien horde • 
 Surrendering control of their cities to mob rule • 
Allowing indoctrination of the young •
 Moving from a republican form of government to an oligarchy • 
Losing national identity • 
   Indulging indolence • 
Abandoning faith and family – the bulwarks of social order.

In America, every one of these symptoms is pronounced, indicating an advanced stage of the disease.

Even if the cause seems hopeless, do we not have an obligation to those who sacrificed so much to give us what we had? 
 I’m surrounded by ghosts urging me on: 
the Union soldiers who held Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg, the battered bastards of Bastogne, those who served in the cold hell of Korea, the guys who went to the jungles of Southeast Asia and came home to be reviled and neglected.

This is the nation that took in my immigrant grandparents, whose uniform my father and most of my uncles wore in the Second World War.
 I don’t want to imagine a world without America, even though it becomes increasingly likely.

During Britain’s darkest hour, when its professional army was trapped at Dunkirk and a German invasion seemed imminent, Churchill reminded his countrymen,
 ‘Nations that go down fighting rise again, and those that surrender tamely are finished.’ 

The same might be said of causes. 
If we let America slip through our fingers, if we lose without a fight, what will posterity say of us?

While the prognosis is far from good, 
"only God knows  if America’s day in the sun is over”

Ah! Another Challenge, Photo Challenge

GOLD

Life in Colour Challenge GOLD

This month we will be looking for Gold. Gold is the colour of wealth, of power, of gods. Gold-leaf applied to paintings, gold crowns and coins. But look also for golds in the natural world, a fish, a sunset or sunrise, flowers and autumn leaves or sunlight on water. Or capture the light in the ‘golden hour’.

One of my favorite Holy Card pictures that depict Christ hidden in the Blessed Sacrament where the Mass of all times is offered.

Vintage Holy Card
Carrot Ranch

Hungry or not here I come!

The 99-word story above was inspired by something delicious cooking up at Carrot Ranch!

A tasty story Titled “More or Less


“Deciding what recipe to donate for the recipe book; while encouraged to give our very best!”
“My opinion, share your mother’s muffin-tins “tatoe-bacon” recipe, and while your add it, whip a batch for the freezer for an occasional snack.”
“Good idea, since the ingredients are not written in stone, more like less of this and more of that, I’ll note the measurements.”
Mix 1lb of hash brown frozen shredded potatoes
one grated onion
one cup bacon bits
two cans evaporated milk
three eggs
1/2 cup of flour
salt and pepper to taste
pour into muffin-tins bake at 375

Just Because

Fandango’s Provocative Question #FPQ

He asks: What are your primary sources for news these days? Are you confident that your sources present the news accurately, fairly, and without bias? Or have you given up trying to keep up with the news anymore?

Try: https://www.brighteon.com/

OR/AND

https://brighteon.tv/

Have a Blessed Day everyone!

FPQ

Carrot Ranch

Just Fitting In — Mother knows best!

Today I posted about fitting in. We believe we will be happiest if we can only fit in, like the grass is greener on the other side. But is it?

My theme sort of fits in with the theme on Carrot Ranch today. Sort of but not exactly!

Mother Teaches by Myrna Migala

“Mom, Dad look and see that house you often admired its yard. It’s for sale! You would often say the grass was ever so green.”

“Yes, dear, but the grass always looks greener on the other side.”

“Huh, what does that mean?”

“It means some people are never satisfied with their own lives and wish for what they should not desire. They even believe that God makes mistakes.” Mother continues. “When/if they arrive on the greener grass, they might find out where they were was the best fit after all. Always trying to fit in can be boring.”

Just trying to fit in