Fast post! Beautiful things!

Guys!!

I know that there are a million things to do before this weekend (my sister just said, “Nell!!! We have so many things to do this weekend!”) BUT, I feel compelled to post a few things, so I will. (Maybe because I feel guilty if I don’t. Catholic guillllllllllt, ya’ll. Make a joke about it…but, it’s a thing. And I don’t mind. Actually, I kind of appreciate it. It keeps me in line for real).

First of all, I never know what Detroit will hand me, even though I’m willing to take it. Last night I met a lovely, lovely man who felt compelled to move to the city from California. He worked to place people with developmental disabilities in job situations–truly beautiful work. I could see the light in his eyes, you know? Anyway, he feels called to move to the Detroit-area to start a similar program here.

The world is full of beautiful people, isn’t it?

Speaking of beautiful people/ beautiful words, paragraph 259 of Evangelii Gaudium was hardcore what I needed last night. I’ve just bridged into the section about “Spirit-filled evangelizers.” What does it even mean??? Listen to this:

Spirit-filled evangelizers means evangelizers fearlessly open to the working of the Holy Spirit…Let us call upon him today, firmly rooted in prayer, for without prayer all our activity risks being fruitless and our message empty. Jesus wants evangelizers who proclaim the good news not only with words, but above all by a life transfigured by God’s presence.

If I was to sum up the attitude of the Popes in this letter it would be: be free from fear, free to share the Gospel in creative ways. Super-creative ways! Hmmmm. Words to my artist’s heart.

While we’re talking Pope-talk, p.s., you’ll notice I haven’t touched the recent Synod experience…YET. I’m just waiting for everything to settle down.

DEWD. I went to the Mexican-store today, the one in the Mexican side of town with the legit tamales behind the counter.

Plan for the weekend? Ummm, try making tamales. So! I was told what I need by a friend’s mom via that friend’s translation and I DID MY BEST. But I kind of felt like Lucy being yelled at by Ricky since I didn’t actually know which cheese I was supposed to buy.

You guys, I bought three different kinds.

Call me Nell Balle. This may be a disaster.

Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!

🙂