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Name: Julia
Gender: Female
Interests: Loving Jesus and hanging with friends but I guess those don't count as hobbies, just something I loooooooove doing....erm...I like reading, too.
Expertise: bumping into the desk in our hallway....EVERY time i pass it....
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I wrote this as a facebook note on Tuesday, October 31. it was inspired by some very important conversations i had with some very important people, and i hope my extreme consternation i had as a result of the situations these people were in comes out clearly in this post.
You may not be aware of this, but we're in a war. I'm not talking about
"we" as in the U.S.; I'm talking about "we" as in the Catholic Church,
the Mystical Body of Christ, and the human race itself. The souls in
Purgatory are the Church Suffering, and those in Heaven are the Church
Triumphant, and we here on Earth are the Church Militant. And while the
war has ultimately already been won, there are still battles to be
fought. Like in the War of 1812, when it ended but Andrew Jackson
fought the Battle of New Orleans like a month later anyway, because he
and his enemies didn't know it was over. Well, Satan doesn't know it's
over. Which means we have to fight him. He will NOT WIN these battles
for souls. Not if I have anything to say about it!
My friends are dropping like flies. There are problems with chastity
and purity, lust, modesty, anger, apathy, despair, forgiveness (well,
lack thereof), temptation, drunkennes, pride, loneliness...the list
goes on. and on. and on. I myself just came out of a huge battle with
despair and loneliness (by the grace of God, we were the victors) and
have been fighting a habitual sin battle for years (and I still am). It
is time (make that PAST time) that the Church Militant started actually
FIGHTING! Brothers and sisters, the time has COME--to PRAY. And pray
HARD.
We must arm ourselves with the Armor of God:
"Finally, DRAW YOUR STRENGTH FROM THE LORD and from his mighty power.
Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to STAND FIRM against
the tactics of the devil. For our struggle is not with flesh and blood
but WITH THE PRINCIPALITIES, WITH THE POWERS, WITHE THE WORLD RULERS OF
THIS PRESENT DARKNESS, WITH THE EVIL SPIRITS IN THE HEAVENS. Therefore,
put on the armor of God, that you may be able to RESIST on the evil day
and, having done everything, to HOLD YOUR GROUND. So stand fast with
your loins girded in TRUTH, clothed with RIGHTEOUSNESS as a
breastplate, and your feet shod in READINESS FOR THE GOSPEL of peace.
In all circumstances, hold FAITH as a shield, to quench all (the)
FLAMING ARROWS of the evil one. And take the helmet of SALVATION and
the SWORD of the Spirit, which is the WORD OF GOD. With all prayer and
supplication, PRAY AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY in the Spirit. To that end, be
WATCHFUL with all PERSEVERANCE and SUPPLICATION for ALL THE HOLY ONES
and also for me, that speech may be given me to open my mouth, to make
known with boldness the mystery of the gospel for which I am an
ambassador in chains, so that I may have the courage to speak as I
must." Ephesians 6:11-20, emphasis mine
The flaming arrows of the evil one, eh? Those things are HOT! If ever
we needed the shield of faith, it is NOW! Unfortunately, some of my
brothers and sisters have flimsy shields. We must fight for them, even
if they won't fight for themselves. There are SOULS at risk. Don't you
get it? ETERNAL SOULS. ETERNAL! This is not a game! This is WAR! And WE
are the soldiers! The Church Triumphant is the front lines, with Mary
as Commander in Chief, and we're only the reserves. But that doesn't
mean we don't get attacked. And when some of our brothers and sisters
won't or can't fight for themselves, we, the Church Militant, are
called to fight for them.
Brothers and sisters, it is TIME to PRAY. PRAY. PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY
PRAY! Go to Confession!!! Go to Daily Mass! Spend time in Adoration!
Pray the Rosary! Do the Stations of the Cross! Wear the Scapular! Rise
up and fight! Immerse yourself in Scripture--our Sword of the Spirit!
"Ignorance of Scripture is ignorance of Christ," St. Jerome tells us.
WE CAN'T FIGHT WITHOUT OUR SWORDS!
The end to the battles is near. And the end will be the worst part. We
have to stick together, support each other, lift up the fallen, fight
for our souls! I am sending out a call, right now, to all of you. This
is a call to RISE UP. If my call offends you or bothers you in any way,
I'm sorry. But I will be praying for you all anyway, and I hope you
will pray for me, too.
Will you join me?
"You have but little love if you are not zealous for the salvation of
all souls. You have but poor love if you are not eager to inspire other
apostles with your craziness." --"The Way," St. Josemaria Escriva
"But it's so hard to see the reality that the end will be the end of
things, and our hearts are all we'll get to bring, so let's go ahead
and make them WORTH SOMETHING!" --"Apathetic Way to Be," Relient K
(emphasis mine)
ST. MICHAEL, THE ARCHANGEL, DEFEND US IN BATTLE. BE OUR SAFEGUARD
AGAINST THE WICKEDNESS AND SNARES OF THE DEVIL. MAY GOD REBUKE HIM, WE
HUMBLY PRAY, AND DO THOU, OH PRINCE OF THE HEAVENLY HOST, BY THE POWER
OF GOD, CAST INTO HELL SATAN AND ALL THE OTHER EVIL SPIRITS WHO PROWL
ABOUT THE WORLD SEEKING THE RUIN OF SOULS. | | |
| This is from my facebook note written on Thursday, October 12, at 2:321 am. It's not very good, and I apologize in advance.
Do you ever just not want to go to bed? Not like, you are trying to
sleep and can't, but that you don't even want to bother trying to
sleep? except you're tired. But you don't want to stop what you're
doing to take care of that tiredness, because that means you'd have to
do all the boring stuff that precedes going to bed. Like showering
(alternately, smelling better) and combing your hair and washing your
face with three different scrubs and brushing your teeth, and putting
away your laptop and the other stuff cluttering your bed and then
climbing alllll the way up to the top bunk, all the while trying not to
wake up your roommate, sleeping soundly with an 8 am class the next
morning. So you procrastinate by doing nothing on facebook: looking at
people's pictures, checking out random groups, getting up the courage
to post on that cute guy's wall (hey, not all of these are indicative
of my night-owlish activities, ok? i just thought i'd throw that one in
there), and then typing up a note and realizing that, in retrospect,
you probably made just as much noise typing as you would've had you
just gotten ready for bed.
So does anyone else get like that?
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| So I posted this on facebook on Tuesday, October 3. It was by far the most popular of my notes, with 37 comments. I hope to get equivocal response here on xanga. We'll see.
I am already fed up with the male half of the population here in
Austin. The boys here suck. You think they're flirting with you, you
develop something of a crush on them, and then you find out that
they've got some longtime perfect girlfriend you can never hope to
rival, or you find out that they're some kind of crazy-habitual
get-completely-toasted-every-weekend drinker, or that they're "talking"
to someone, or that they're complete jerks, or that they're part of
some weird religious cult (ok well that one hasn't happened to
me...yet...but with my luck, it's bound to happen sooner or later), or
some combination of all the above. Well, I am not going to stand for
this ill-treatment anymore. We women deserve better, dang it! and I am
here to provide an easy and happy solution that I think we all can
agree on. The solution to this problem is simple: color-coding.
Yes, you read right. All these problems could be solved if we could
simply get guys to wear shirts (or hats, or belts, or ties, or even
kilts if they really wanted to, as long as it's uniform--everyone
wearing the same color-coded article) that reflect their station in the
dating world. Here's how the system should go:
green--completely single--go for it!
yellow--slow down, darlin', cuz i'm "talking" to someone and i might be taken soon
(or, alternatively, speed up and get me before the other girl does)
(not an option I would personally opt for, since it's not exactly
classy, but hey, to each his own)
red--STOP! I'm dating/engaged/married!
blue--I just had a bad breakup
orange--I'm playing the field
purple--i'm super good-looking, super-rich, and super-conceited
pink--i only date rich girls (the male equivalent of a gold-digger--is that still a
gold-digger?)
black--i was recently widowed
white--single, but not looking to date
gray--I'm technically single, but I'm waiting for someone (usually connoting
someone waiting for a person's imminent return from somewhere, like war. Or
studying abroad).
brown--i'm the perfect [insert religious/ethnical/other affiliation
here--for instance, I would fill in this blank with the word
"Catholic"] guy that you can feel safe to fall hopelessly in love with
and even to bring home to your parents. (Unfortunately, this guy is so
extremely rare that the stores wouldn't even
be able to afford stocking brown clothes because practically no one would
qualify as able to wear, and thus buy, them. The poor guys would have to
dye their clothes themselves.) (And no, I'm not denying the actual existence
of these guys, but, seriously, the REAL [insert religious/ethnical/other
affiliation here] guys are VERY few and far between. And I'm not the
only girl who thinks so. This isn't one of those "Oh ye of little
faith" things, either.
It's just reality.)
maroon--I'm a bad boy! stay away, i'll get you into trouble! don't even bother
talking to me, because my lure will thus become irresistable and you will
be caught in a never-ending battle with yourself on whether you should
act on your feelings for me or not.
and, for helpful clarification, homosexuals wear striped versions of the above.
(And yes, Nikka, this is a revised and improved version of what i posted on your wall that time.)
Well, there you have it. My completely serious solution to the problem
that millions upon millions of high school and college girls (and
beyond) share.
Jonathan Swift and his Irish babies would be proud. Well, the babies that survived anyway.
Yup, that was it. Hope you enjoyed, and possibly can even identify.
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| Here is a note I posted on facebook on Wed., Sept. 27, 2006.
As long as we're talking about facebook, you should get facebook. 
So this weekend I made my Awakening at the 8th Bayou Awakening retreat.
Awakening is like a chain of retreats put on by Catholics but open to
anyone, and it's AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't say much
about the retreat itself, because each Awakening is essentially the
same, so if I reveal to much then it'd totally RUIN it for anyone who
hasn't made their awakening yet, but i STRONGLY ENCOURAGE everyone to
go!!! pretty much every substantially sized school in Texas has one,
and a bunch of other regions have one (like, Bayou Awakening is for
Houston area), although, anyone can go to any Awakening. I, for
instance, went to Bayou instead of Longhorn. Which brings me to the
only story I can fully tell.
Adam and Michael were also going to Bayou, and they were planning to
leave San Antonio with enough time to arrive in Austin around 2 or
2:30, which wouldve put us in Plantersville, where the retreat was
held, by 5:15ish, and check-in stuff started at 5. Do you know what
time they actually GOT to Austin? No? Well, I'll tell you: EIGHT
THIRTY. They were at my dorm around NINE. Now, they had good reasons to
be so late, but still. Seriously. Adam had had some serious car
trouble--had to get his alternator replaced, and then something was
wrong with something else and anyway they had to order a part, wait for
it to be delivered, and put it in, only to find out the part was
already broken, so they had to start the process all over again. And
then when they finally got the car fixed and left San Antonio, they hit
rush hour traffic (go figure). THEN, when they got to Austin, they
turned onto the wrong side of a median on this road and so they were
going the wrong way down the street, and they got pulled over. The
officer was really nice though, apparently, and gave them a verbal
warning and directions to my dorm. ANYWAY they finally got here, we
finally left, and drove another three or so hours, the whole time
trying to keep adam awake because neither Michael nor I can drive a
stick. yeah. but man it was a FUN car ride. probably the funnest i've
ever been on. We were hanging out like old times, and it was great cuz
i really missed that. Anyway, back to the story. THEN we were like 15
miles from the turn-off to Plantersville when we see a sign that says
"College Station, 40". And Adam was like "College Station? DUDE we
should go see BRIAN!" and Michael enthusiastically agreed. I thought
they were joking, so I piped in my agreement too: "YAY BRIAN!" And then
I realized they were serious. "We'll just call him when we get there
and surprise him!" It took awhile to dawn on them that we don't know
our way around College Station AT ALL, and so Adam finally relented and
we kept calling and calling and calling but Brian never picked up.
Naturally. So we went back to the original plan and went to Camp Kappe.
The whole time i was SO nervous...I am not made for this spontaneous
stuff. Anyway, we finally roll into Kappe around 12:30, and the staff
(well, the ones we knew) came running out with Zharleen in the lead (of
course, Mommy/Ate Zharleen) to make sure we were ok--they'd apparently
been REALLY worried about us. Which makes me glad we didn't make things
worse by going to College Station. Anyway I jumped out of the car as
soon as Adam parked it and I ran and hugged Zhar and she was like "oh
sweetie we were so worried about you and we were praying so hard" and
anyway it almost made me cry--which would've been REALLY quickly into
the retreat, you know? I was just so happy to see everyone...Zharleen,
and Jeff, and Kuya Johnny, and Roxanne, and Diana, and Preston, and by
now I don't even remember who all I saw that night and who I didn't see
until the morning, but it was still great. Hmm I definitely didn't see
Iza and Sarah until breakfast...w/e.I I made some AWESOME friends, too.
Mama Laura and Papa Luc, my sisters Michelle and Christy, and Scott (a
friend of old) became my brother, and anyway it was just awesome. I
have a nice HUGE family now, thanks to MBOC. And of course I made some
other friends that I didn't know before--Paul, and Grant, and Melissa,
and Veronica...anyway, it was just awesome. So awesome, that I have
started going to Daily Mass--and so far, I've been successful in
actually going EVERY DAY, which is the point of Daily Mass. So, thanks
to Jesus, I have seen all these people every day since Saturday! Cool,
no? YAAAAAAAAAAAY MBOC!
Tune in next week for another post I made on facebook! that one was, for some reason, much more popular than this one, by the way. 37 comments. Can you beat that, xanga peeps? we'll see when I post it. but i doubt you can. Facebook is far superior. gooooooo facebook!!!!!
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| So ive been posting notes on my facebook a lot lately. i'll repost them here. eventually. maybe one a week.
at some point. or you could get facebook.
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