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Sunday Style: Mostly In Season

I was very pleased with myself for getting dressed, accessorized, and to church on time this week. I’m still not arriving as early as I’d like to, but this week was a distinct improvement over previous ones.

Sunday Style for July 8

Top: Target
Skirt: Old Navy
Shoes: Famous Footwear
Necklace: Kohl’s
Earrings: Renaissance festival

I didn’t have a specific outfit plan in mind. I just wanted to make sure I wore this outfit before it went out of season again; I like it a lot. Wearing black left me a little hotter than I expected, but I have been staying in a lot this summer, so maybe I’ve just lost the hot-weather equivalent of my sea legs. Instead, I have morphea legs.

Fr. P spoke about where we find our faith. Although the people in Nazareth asked where Jesus “got all this,” we know: he got it from the Father. He had faith, and he could work miracles of healing for people who also had faith in God (and, by extension, in Jesus himself).

The people’s resistance to Jesus’ working miracles shows us that we can reject the grace that God offers to us, and faith is one of those graces. We can’t just will ourselves to have faith; it’s a gift. We can’t force other people to have faith, either. But we can accept the gift of faith that God offers to us, and we can demonstrate what it is like to have faith by the way we live our lives. People might reject us, but they rejected Jesus, too.

While I was taking my homily notes, I was also being amused and distracted by the small children in the row behind me. Maybe someday, God willing, all these homily notes will be useful for days when I’m at church but don’t hear a word because one of my tiny friends was crawling all over the place. Maybe someday.


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Sunday Style: A Firework

Guys: I finally figured out why my full-length photos are so much darker than usual. A light bulb burned out! The overhead light in my room (where I take my photos) has four bulbs, so it’s still pretty bright even with only three. I didn’t notice the burnt-out one until Sunday. I do have an affinity for bright light, and I can be unobservant sometimes, but I didn’t think I was that dim. (Pun absolutely intended.)

Sunday Style for July 1

Dress and shirt: Old Navy
Sandals: Target
Necklace: holy medals
Hair clip: random accessories store at an outlet mall

My friend Katie once told me that this dress looks like it has firecrackers on it, so it seemed timely for the week of Independence Day. I went to Mass earlier than usual for a brunch afterwards, so I wore my hair up and decided to toss in the hair clip. I can’t decide if I’m getting too old for flowers in my hair. Is there an age limit for that?

At Mass, Fr. L focused on the behavior of the woman with hemorrhages. (I managed to scribble the correct spelling in my journal, like a boss.) Most of the crowd probably brushed up against Jesus, but only she received healing. Previous homilies I’ve heard have focused on Jesus’ insight at that moment. Imagine singling out one person who touched you in a whole mosh pit of people. Only supernatural knowledge would make that possible.

But Fr. L’s point was that the woman herself approached Jesus in a different way than all the other random people in the crowd. She believed she would be healed just by touching him. She believed that he wanted to heal her, even just by his touch in a busy throng. Despite being pushed on all sides by the others in the crowd, she moved towards her goal and received the healing she knew she could have. She knew, because she had faith, that Jesus could and would heal her.

We, too, approach Jesus each time we move forward to receive the Eucharist. Are we observant enough to realize what’s happening as we make that tiny journey among a crowd of others? We touch God even more intimately than the woman with hemorrhages; do we believe that he can heal us? Are we bold enough to ask for what we want and to believe that we can receive it from his touch?

I’m sad to say that I wasn’t thinking about any of that when the Communion procession actually started, but that is because I can’t focus. The homily itself was clutch, and my journal helped me to remember the lesson now even if it didn’t sink in immediately. My memory is awful, but paper never forgets. Maybe, as with my Confirmation, those graces will be stored up for later.


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Sunday Style: What’s in a Name?

Nope, nothing about roses here. Just a big focus on names in the homily I heard this week. First, here’s what I wore.

Sunday Style for June 24

Dress: Target
Shell: Old Navy
Shoes: Target
Necklace: souvenir from Belize

This is a pretty standard summer dress. I bought it on a bit of a whim, but I like it a lot.

Back when I was living in my apartment in Austin, I had to walk my rent to the leasing office in person. (Someone was apparently stealing checks from the drop box, so the management nailed it shut and just inconvenienced everyone forever. I moved.) One month, I walked over on a Sunday afternoon to give my check to a staff member. She was wearing this exact dress in black, but without the shell underneath. As she pulled at the midpoint of hers, visibly uncomfortable, she commented that mine was much more modest.

That’s the goal. It’s amazing what a little layering can do.

At church, Deacon K focused heavily on John the Baptist, which was appropriate considering that we were celebrating his birth. I can’t remember the last time it fell on a Sunday; I don’t think I knew that his nativity feast takes precedence over an ordinary Sunday.

As the deacon said, we generally only give names to people to whom we are very close. Parents naming children is the obvious example, but also consider nicknames. You don’t nickname a stranger—unless you have the feeling that you’re going to be good friends upon meeting. I guess that happens sometimes.

He also shared that the contentious-at-the-time name “John” means something like “God is gracious” or “God gives grace.” Thus, John’s prophetic message was that God would be bringing the gift of salvation to his people very soon. That was why it was such a big deal that John’s name wasn’t Zechariah. We got no comment about how confusing it would have been to have two Zechariahs around. Did it work like today, with some ancient Israelite form of “junior”? I don’t know.

What did you learn in church this week? Have you ever run into someone wearing the same outfit?


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Sunday Style: New Dress!

It’s been a while since I wore something 100% new to church. My mom sent me a few spring dresses as a random gift because she is awesome like that. I will never understand how she knows my style so well considering that she rarely sees me in my “regular” clothes. But she does. And she sent me this one.

Sunday Style for June 17

Dress: Marshall’s
Shoes: Payless
Necklace: Kohl’s
Earrings: Renaissance festival

It was pretty hot outside, so I was unsure about wearing so much black at first. Then I remembered that I like wearing black and white year-round, so I got over it. I was also unsure about this particular silhouette. I usually go for dresses with a more sharply-defined waistline. I have long legs, so the proportions of many dresses are thrown off on me. That’s why I like empire waists so much: the waist has already been shifted! This swing dress was extremely comfortable, however, and I’m glad to have it in the rotation.

And, fellow shoulder-coverers, it has sleeves!

At church, Fr. L began by pointing out that we normal humans tend to look at death as the end of our lives, but for the saints, death was something to look forward to, because they would finally be with God forever.

As St. Paul says, we walk by faith and not by sight. Yet, in heaven, we will walk by sight because we will see God perfectly. While we’re on Earth, we have to journey towards heaven on the basis of our faith, but we won’t be walking around half-blind like that in the next life. (That especially made me less antagonistic towards that song I bet was played in 80% of parishes this week.)

If life is a journey, we should avoid getting caught up in even the bright spots along the way, because the journey doesn’t end until it reaches its destination. In the case of the journey to heaven, the destination is the whole point.

What did you learn in church this week?


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Sunday Style: Haven’t Seen This One in a While

I learned on Twitter that this week is the first time we’ve observed the 10th Sunday of Ordinary Time since 1997. Liturgical oddities are my favorite. That is why I chose to wear green today; I also wear this outfit in pink.

Sunday Style for June 10

Shirt: Old Navy
Dress: Target (can also be worn as a skirt)
Belt: Target
Shoes: Mossimo for Target
Earrings: ancient gift from my mom
Necklace: holy medals, as usual

The forecast is thunderstorms all week long, starting with yesterday afternoon, so I was prepared for rain. This dress (which can also be worn as a skirt if you roll down the top; there is elastic under the belt) seemed like the right fabric for possibly getting rained on. The shoes are not good for the rain, but since I went through all the trouble of doing my toenails over the weekend, I wanted to show them off.

As I said, I also wear this dress with a pink shirt underneath, but when I went to grab that, I realized that Ordinary Time Sundays resumed this week. So green was the only way to go; I love dressing liturgically.

Way back when I posted my second-most-recent installment of Sunday Style, I mentioned that I take notes during the homily. I’m still doing that. I use this Christian Inspirations Journal that a friend gave me for my birthday years ago. She is not a Christian, but she knows I love Jesus, so when she saw, she thought of me: the best compliment. I don’t read any of the inspirational quotations, but it’s a great size for toting to Mass and scribbling in furiously.

Fr. P, who is visiting for the summer, started by pointing out that Jesus doesn’t usually respond to criticism. In Sunday’s gospel, however, the implication that he casts out demons by the power of demons is just too ridiculous to let it go. It’s blasphemy. That’s why Jesus makes his point about blasphemy against the Holy Spirit being the worst possible sin.

Fr. P also broke down the “strong man” parable. I had understood it backwards! The house is Satan’s dominion, the strongman is Satan. Jesus enters, ties him up, and ponders his house, freeing us. That version makes a lot more sense.

He concluded by saying that grace (not effort) helps us resist temptation. God is generous, not stingy, with his grace. So we can resist temptation with God’s help. That is good news, because our measly human efforts can only get us so far.

What did you learn at church this week?


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Sunday Style: Summer Came Back!

I wanted to wear this outfit last week, but it was kind of cool, so I saved it. I correctly reasoned that there would be at least one warmer Mass day before the cold weather sets in for good. I guess, in a way, I gave myself a reason to be happy for the heat. Here’s what I wore.

Sunday Style for August 13

Dress: Target
Tank top: Old Navy
Shoes: Target
Earrings: random German store
Necklace: holy medals

Fr. L preached mostly on the virtue of hope, although I didn’t realize that at the time. Homily notes to the rescue! It is when St. Peter looks away from Jesus, noticing the size of the waves and despairing that he can stay walking on the water despite their power, that he begins to sink. It’s when he loses hope that he has to cry out for help. He needed to trust Jesus in order to stay on the surface, and when he stopped trusting, that’s when he sank.

Fr. L also mentioned St. Maximilian Kolbe. In all the hubbub of starting school and figuring out when to go to Mass for the Assumption, I’d completely forgotten that his feast was tucked in there, too! He recounted his story and identified the saint as a model for hope, especially for his inspiring the men who died with him to have hope.

It was a solid homily, and then he used Eucharistic Prayer IV, which is my absolute favorite. I was in a good mood leaving Mass, even without those earrings.


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Sunday Style: Short and Sweet

By “short and sweet,” I don’t mean to suggest that I wore a short skirt, or that I thought this outfit was particularly sweet. Neither are true. I mean the homily.

Sunday Style for August 6

Dress and undershirt: Target
Shoes: Payless
Earrings: Renaissance festival
Necklace: holy medals

My outfit selection process was brief. We’re having a cool snap in Louisville, such that temperatures are hovering in the 70’s. This is cool after weeks of days in the 90’s. I took the opportunity to wear one of my warm-but-not-too-warm outfits. I’m not sure I think these shoes match anymore, though. Chocolate brown isn’t completely neutral, after all. They were good enough for this purpose.

Fr. F began his reflection on the Transfiguration (after a baseball stat diversion) by saying that the Transfiguration shows us and the disciples who Jesus really is and what he’s all about. Many of Jesus’ followers were interested in him because they could tell he was gaining power. They were hangers-on hoping for some power of their own. By showing Peter, James, and John his true nature as the son of God, the fulfillment of the law and the prophets, Jesus clarifies the source of his power and his ultimate goal.

He also noted that some of us today want to reach out and grasp at Jesus the way Peter wanted to settle in on the mountain. He wanted to be close to Jesus. We also want to be close to him, but we might forget that we are already as close as we can be this side of heaven when we receive Jesus in the Eucharist. He comes to rest in our tabernacles; he comes to transform our hearts. How could we be any closer?

It was a brief homily; I take notes as it’s being given each week, and what I’ve shared here is the bulk of my notes. It contained more than one sweet note, though, and that works for me.


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