Hypocrite

 

In my mind today, I’ve had so much going on since January. All of it hasn’t been pleasant.  I know you have been thinking Ms. Alley must be on a sabbatical. I promise I’m going to try to write more using the new technology. I’ve been avoiding it because of my lack of strength in my arms and hands.

 

With the new year lots of pros and cons have come to Sal the ALS Gal. I’ve had more doctor trips that I care to mention and my other systems are trying to act up. Hey, that’s the way it goes. Something is going to come to usher me to the other side. It could be ALS but it also might be some of these other issues. You know what I say? Bring it on! But oh there have been so, so many blessings for the Alley family. We’ve had a wonderful birthday celebrating 80 years of life for Dot. Our Vanderbilt appointment showed us teetering along with little change. Yes my beloved Ken drags oxygen tanks and works every day. He’s strongest man I know. We have a new grandchild to boot. I’m not going to lie I have had some very dark times but I think this is common to a lot of people during the winter months. I so love spring, summer, and fall. I love winter but it’s just tougher I think because of the starkness and the long, dark nights. I was coming home the other day from a lot of errands and celebrating a birthday with my mother-in-law and her sepogterian and octogenarian friends aka the daily mass praying pillars of our church, and I saw the green sprouts all over the weeping willow trees. The sight of this gave me such a warm feeling that I was yet again going to see another spring. God is so good.

 

So with another season students springs more lessons. Did you get that pun? I think the message or objective today should be about faithful friends. Saturday, I had Bunco at my house. Now students Bunco is when women get together and play a game with dice, they eat, and they make merry. After making a lot of merry with these wonderful apple sangria’s that one of my faithful friends made, I was not a very faithful friend. I found my mouth running out of control talking about how I had an encounter with a curmudgeon.

 

That evening I reflected on the Bible readings for Sunday. I was creating my lesson for my high school religious students. The readings we were to cover talked about the wooden beam that’s in your eye. If you don’t know about this verse, then I’ll share it with you. Luke 6:42 Remove the wooden beam from your eye first. Basically when you’re running your tongue about others their faults are baby splinters but you have a whole beam of wood in your eye so really should I be talking about them? The next readings said if you really want to know someone listen to them because their mouth will reveal their heart, Sirah 27:7 Praise no one before he speaks. I can’t tell you how shaken I felt. The whole lesson was about being a hypocrite. I was totally flabbergasted and whenever I taught the students the next morning I shared with them how I had let my friends down. I told them I let the cat out of the bag by opening my mouth making ugly comments. It was so very humbling and I needed that dose of humility.

 

Students we have Lent coming up. Some of you may be saying what is Lent? Lent is the 40 days before Easter. It is a huge deal for me. As a Catholic Christian you look at yourself and you make a plan for 40 days. What will you do to make yourself better? Many people want to give up lattes and frappes or chocolate. I think we should go a little deeper. Quit growling back row because I know you hate it when we have to think out-of-the-box. But let’s really think about what could we do for 40 days that would bring more light to the world and a healthier place and be grateful for the lives that we have been given.

 

Last night as I lay awake, I thought about this. I wake up often and I can’t go back to sleep. I started praying. l thought of all the people that I need to pray for I and said extra prayers and then it hit me. I haven’t been writing enough lately. So I’m going to try to write a blog for 40 days straight. You may get sick of me; you may turn off the notifications, and think she’s really lost it. I’m going to try to communicate and put things out there for us to think about for 40 days. And yes there will probably be homework.

 

Today’s objective was about being a better friend so stop running your mouth about others and to do what you have been called to do. We all have warts. So you’re a lesson today is to think about the Bible verses that struck me so strongly last Saturday. Can you relate? Is there something you could do to rectify your wagging tongue? Your constant judging of others? I want you to make a plan. I want you to think before you talk. I need to do that as well.

 

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. If you have a chance attend to church. Get your ashes. And think about the next chapter of your life. Those ashes on Wednesday get me everytime and I hope they help you reflect on your path. If you don’t have a church you can come to my church. I will go tomorrow at noon to receive my ashes. I will think of my little journey. We will have several services: 8 AM, 12 noon, 6 PM, and 7:30 PM (Spanish.)

 

Get ready students! We are going on a ride for 40 days. I can’t wait to torture you. Just kidding!

 

Sarah Anderson Alley

Sal the Tongue Wagging Gal

Proud Youth Minister and Teacher of Holy Angels Catholic Church

 

Quote of the day:

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that’s also a hypocrite!

Tennessee Williams

Peace in 2019

IMG_6001Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. —John 14: 27

In my mind today, I’m thinking of the new year and all it will hold. I want it to hold peace for us all. Peace in our homes. Peace for the sick and elderly. Peace for the neglected children. Peace.

The Christmas season is a celebration of good will toward all. It’s a time to rejoice of a savior that came to give us the peace we all crave. It is the best gift if only we could let it grow. I know we can.

I read a quote on a friend’s social media page that said “Be the things you loved most about the people that are gone.” This made me stop and think. There are so many that have gone and it’s simply part of life, dying. The more I thought, I realized we do have those things in our DNA and they are pumped through our hearts. They are expressed in our actions. They are still here. We just need to never forget and nurture them. Guess what? They give peace to us and peace to others.

I haven’t written in a while because my arms are betraying me. Three years ago I met a young man of 73 years online. He and I shared our ups and downs with ALS. He lived in the Netherlands. We were able to face time each other. He told me when his hands and arms became paralyzed, he was finished. He couldn’t bear to burden his beloved wife any longer. He chose to have an assisted death. It’s been three years since we said goodbye. I still have his last Christmas gift wrapped and in my pantry. I didn’t get it mailed. It’s there to remind me of my friend. The good that was in him will live on through those he loved. I know many will judge his last choice, but waiting for peace in a body physically silenced by ALS is something I wish on no one.

Students let’s be harbingers of Peace in the new year. It’s been here all along. Just let it flow from your actions and words. Be the good. Where should you start? A wise woman once said begin with your family. All we need to do is literally “Give Peace a Chance.”

Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Peace Spreading Gal
If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.

Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it.

There is no key to happiness; the door is always open.

Smile at each other. Smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other – it doesn’t matter who it is – and that will help to grow up in greater love for each other.

Mother Teresa

Crosses

Whew! Crosses!

“Do not worry about . . . what you are to say” (Luke 12:11).

In my mind lately, I’ve wanted to write and to share but I haven’t found the words, time, or energy. I’m still here fighting to empty myself for what really matters. Well, students I’m am definitely running on empty and yes I’m singing Jackson Browne as I peck this out. I’m hopping off of the pity party wagon today and feel like my tank is being restored. Whew! The Holy Spirit (We call it the HS at my house.) has been nudging me to share words so here I go.

Crosses. I love them. Unconsciously I have filled my home with them. The symbolism of them brings me joy. Studying and reflecting lately the meaning and connection of crosses in my life has taken on a whole new meaning.

Crosses are responsibilities and events in our lives. They are heavy and burdensome. They do not discriminate according to race, economic status, or social status. They come in all shapes and sizes. They have many names: death, cancer, strokes, ALS, Alzheimer’s, bankruptcy, homelessness, Autism, Parkinson’s, debt, mental illness, unemployment, estranged family members, addictions, and plain ole loneliness barely scrape the many types of crosses we bear on our earthly journey. Makes you want to wave the white flag doesn’t it? I hear the back row saying, “Amen! It’s too tough. Let’s stop this lesson and just have recess every day!” Calm down. Breathe. Adjust that cross on your back and carry it with all your strength. Embrace it. Settle down back row and quit making the Cuckoo gesture. I’m not crazy. Your cross-training (I love this pun!) is to strengthen you, embellish you, and transform you into the vessel needed to complete your purpose for the greater good. It is.

Those crosses teach you patience. They teach you humility. They connect you with the suffering of Christ. They are unexplainable mercies of God that when the cross is lifted, Grace engulfs you. You get 20/20 vision and the lightbulb becomes blinding showing you the abundance of fruits from your labor.

Still don’t believe me? Think of a horrible time in your life. If you’re honest with yourself, you found a rainbow after the storm. You learned to appreciate something you overlooked. You learned to control your tongue. You quit blaming others for your shortcomings. You had the courage to right a wrong and say, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry.” You learned to pray instead of lashing out on social media or try to numb yourself with alcohol or drugs. I saw your jaws drop open. You get it. 😀

Students, you have a pop quiz today. No, I don’t love to torture you; I just love you. I want to fill your tank. Today, identify a cross you are carrying. Whatever it is, big or small, whisper, “God, I accept this cross for you. Help me. Use it for YOUR plan, not mine. I’m weary and tired. Give me strength. Thank you for hearing me and helping me bring joy into my valleys. Amen.”
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Cross-bearing Gal

Quote of the Day:
“True teachers use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create bridges of their own.”
Nikos Kazantzakis

Turn, Turn, Turn

A time to love, and a time to hate. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)

 

In my mind today, I’m mulling over my readings. I was excited to read Ecclesiastes today. I hear the song “Turn, Turn, Turn” and smile. These verses are so poetic. I love anything linguistic: words, rhymes, puns, or sentence structure. It makes my brain hum. I drive my family crazy with my nonsensical outbursts as I turn everything into a show tunes sing-a-long.

Hate is such a strong word. As I’ve grown, I’ve mellowed. I don’t have the heart to hate anymore. People that is. I truly see and know we are all part of something big and are created for good. Each life has a purpose.

I admit it. There are things I hate. I hate when I find out former students have died too soon. I hate cancer, ALS/MND, Alzheimer’s, mental illnesses, strokes, and freak, fatal accidents. I hate addictions. I hate parental neglect. I hate prejudice. I hate that some people feel unloved. I hate that we value things over human life. I hate that we are so easy to judge and resent others. I hate that my hands are too weak to Blog like I used to Blog. I hate that my body is betraying me. I hate being sick. It’s true. There is a time to hate.

One of the last books we read at our local bookclub, “Turn the Page,” was The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman. One of the characters in the novel was hated by the village because of his German heritage. The village had lost many sons at the hands of the Germans during WWI. He was a simple young man, a baker. Amid the slurs and taunting, he smiled. His wife asked him, “How can you forgive and be so happy?” He told her, “I can forgive and forget… it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.” When this quote was used to end our discussion all of us had an “aha” moment. So there are also times to forgive and forget. I think this is so hard for us as humans. We cling to our anger and resentment like it’s a gem. Don’t. Life is too short; it’s but a breath on the timeline of time. Make your breath a refreshing one. One that breathes life into everyone on your life path. Let it fill the air with sounds of love and affirmations. Let it sing praise. “Turn, Turn, Turn” your hate into love.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Things I Hate Gal

Quotes of the Day:

Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled that you can’t tell which is which until you’ve shot them both, and then it’s too late.
M. L. Stedman – The Light Between Oceans

To have any kind of a future you’ve got to give up hope of ever changing your past
M. L. Stedman – The Light Between Oceans

We always have a choice. All of us
M. L. Stedman – The Light Between Oceans

Intercessors

Intercessors

They approached Jesus and strongly urged him to come. (Luke 7:4)

Many times I ponder why I’m still here. My mother’s sister began falling at age 38. We said goodbye to her at the age of 43. Doctors had no clue why she wasting away so fast. At her death, the diagnosis was not clear. She died of pneumonia but ALS had ravished her body. She couldn’t stand, walk, use her arms, or cough on her own. So much like me. She never lost her ability to talk or swallow. Her fragile body wore out and pneumonia took her away from her only son and new grandson. This thought always makes me cry. Our lives eerily parallel. As I write today, I daydream of the grandson to come this February.

Today, I read about the Roman soldier who sought out Jesus. His slave was sick. He believed he would be healed. Faith of friends coupled with prayer is a dynamic force. “Go your faith has saved your friend.” This spoke to me and each time I venture out in my scoot I feel the faith of my family and friends save me. They bless me with more earthly time. I hear the whisper of jobs I still have to do. I see people who need loved. Children that need taught about faith, prayer, and friendship. Then I feel the strength to roll on and give more despite the limitations of my physical body. God hears my prayers, too. He puts people in my life to help accomplish my acts of love and sacrifice. They help me share love in the world.

So, I’m still here almost a half a century old. In a way, it’s a miracle. God working through doctors, my family, and my friends who rally around Sal the ALS Gal. I’m so humbled by every prayer, smile, and touch given to me as I embrace my cross and zip forward to the next job whispered to me each morning as I pray. Today students, pray for your family and friends. There really is an energy that resonates with those you pray for and He hears you. Your faithful petitions are needed. Be a faithful, prayerful friend. Yes, that’s your homework. Back row, WAKE UP! Be an Intercessor.

Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Feeling the Prayers Gal

Quotes of the Day:

“We are not called to be successful; we are called to be faithful.”
Mother Teresa
St. Teresa of Calcutta

“Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.”
Gandhi

“In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
Gandhi

Be Bold

Judge Less Not….

In my mind, I try always to be understanding and open. Everyone has a story. The world all treats us in unique ways. Sometimes we draw the short straw and aren’t blessed with a secure, loving family. We are all born with our own life path. Bad situations encounter us as we walk through this valley on earth no matter what faith we choose to guide us to our eternal life.

As humans, we are born flawed. We have so much potential for good, but in turn we can also do just as much for evil. This is where my heart begins to ache. I’m Catholic. My family is Catholic. In the South, it’s tough to be Catholic. People are so suspicious and we have several myths that surround our faith: We worship Mary not Jesus, we worship statues or idols, and we are not Christians. These are the top three myths in my little town. I’m sure they vary region to region. Here’s my best explanation. We admire Mary and believe she is in heaven. She is special. We do have statues but those are to remind us of the holy ones who are now in heaven. We are Christians, the first after the death of Jesus to be exact. We celebrate communion, the Lord’s Supper, just as the first apostles did and believe this sacrifice tradition with prayers is God in the bread and wine through Transubstantiation. This is also the tradition that sets us apart. The Eucharist is not a symbol. It is Emmanuel, God with us.

In light of the recent trials, being Catholic has yet another battle to face. As I mentioned, humans are flawed. The recent events were committed by men who used my wonderful faith to harm others. This shattered my heart and inflamed my spirit. I’ve had to pray so hard. I pray for those victims. I pray for the souls of the ones who abused them. I pray for my faith and others whose faith that has been shaken. These horrible tragedies occur much to often in the name of God. What can we do?

Almost 30 years ago, I found Catholicism. I had been searching my entire life for a church home. Every church I had attended did not speak to my soul until I attended a Catholic mass. I immediately felt at home. The entire service was so intense and focused on one thing, the Eucharist. I noticed as they processed to the altar such a reverence. There was such a hodgepodge of ethnicities. I felt no judgement only light. Rich and poor all gathered to share in one thing, Jesus Christ. My heart yearned to be part of this body of Christ. It took a few years before I was able to take the walk with my brothers and sisters to receive His precious body in communion, but when I did my life was forever altered. My life has been so full and blessed. The hard times have been made bearable. I have an inner peace that can only come from God. My inner compass is always pointed toward its true North.

I ask myself once again, “What can we do?” Horrendous tragedies have befallen our faith, our churches, and our communities. The Catholic Church, my church, does so, so much good in the world. I don’t want to disregard those events, but I know they were not from God. Jesus is still at every mass waiting to meet us and to heal our wounds. I still believe in the Eucharist, Jesus. I will never stop believing in and receiving Christ at mass until I am called to my eternal home where all questions will be answered. Until then, I will pray for those victims and their trespassers . I will pray for the healing of Christ in our fallen world. I will continue to “Be Bold and Be Catholic.”

Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Catholic Gal

Our Creed

I believe in God,
the Father Almighty,
Creator of heaven and earth,
and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died and was buried;
He descended into hell;
on the third day He rose again from the dead;
He ascended into heaven,
and is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty;
from there He will come to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the Holy Catholic Church,
the communion of Saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and life everlasting.
Amen.

Flourish

Your faith flourishes ever more. (2 Thessalonians 1:3)

The past two weeks have been valleys. I trudged through them and at some points begged for an end to my time here. The struggles of my family to care for me and the expense medically to be here weighed on me. Where was my faith in these dark moments? It was in my tired heart and ready for the next chapter filled with an anticipation of rest and peace. Have you ever felt this way? In my fever and pain, someone whispered, “Your job is not finished. Take heart.”

So after a trip to the ER and heavy doses of antibiotics, I continue to roll on as the to do list lengthens as I type. I have been thrown a few curves, but God has straightened my path once again.

My to do list additions have me excited and eager to allow my faith to flourish. My religious class on Sundays for teens is overflowing. I have painting with friends to do for a display at the library for October: Art for ALS. I’ve accepted a Vice President position for the local Matthew 25:40 in hopes of growing the program to reach the children suffering from abuse and neglect in our community. The annual Autumn March fundraising and organization is in full swing and just around the corner. There’s so much reading, praying, and writing to do. Last but not least, I have a grandson coming in February. My cup overflows and my faith continues to flourish in the plans God has for my life, my children, my community, and our world. Please don’t lose heart. If you are still here like me, there is work to be done. The day will come when our earthly journey is complete. All questions will be answered and mysteries revealed. What a day of rejoicing indeed. Meanwhile, feed your Faith and watch it flourish.

Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Flourishing Gal

Quotes of the Day:

“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you”
St. Augustine

This reminds me of the world that we live in today:
“Not in riots and drunken parties, not in eroticism and indecencies, not in strife and rivalry, but put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh in its lusts” (Romans 13:13-14)

“Our culture is so corrupt, but I know we can overcome fleeting distractions by filling our heart with the eternal goodness of God.”
Sal

Please pray with me:
God help our morality to strengthen not wither. Help us to be lovers of good for the future of all children. Please help those with restless hearts searching for pleasure in addictions, money, material possessions, and social status. Reach out to them and give them the bread of life and cup of salvation.
Amen