When you have the blinders on you don’t know where you’re going.
I feel this in the case of a woman I recently spoke to. She was raised as a Sedevacantist. For those learning a new word up me writing this, Sedevacantism is the position, held by some traditionalist Catholics, that the present occupier of the Holy See is not truly pope due to the mainstream church's espousal of what they see as the heresy of modernism and that, for lack of a valid pope, the See has been vacant since the death of Pope Pius XII in 1958.
Without diving into the whole pool of mess regarding the above statement, let us examine one powerful lie she was expected to live, “I was expected to live in a perpetual state of suffering. The more miserable I was the better off I was spiritually.”
Whoa! Can you stand the thought of it?
We all know the merit of self-denial for being chosen and freely enacted by an individual. It’s the going without, the avoidance of something for holiness’ sake.
Take this one step further and it wades into self-mortification, which is also meritorious, but a more extreme wherein, one willingly and knowingly chastises their own flesh to different degrees to subdue it. This external good is only as such, if it conforms with a simultaneous internal mortification.
It is certainly true that "those who belong to Christ have crucified nature, with all its passions, all its impulses.”
We ought to all be working on it and according to the Catechism of the Catholic Church, “[t]he way of perfection passes by way of the Cross. There is no holiness without renunciation and spiritual battle. Spiritual progress entails the ascesis and mortification…”
Well, when you have a woman fully accepting that her misery is normalcy, that breeds contempt of the flesh, of her vocation and of life itself.
Can she not desire a healthy body?
Is she wrong to work on becoming fit in the flesh?
Is she sinning to create strength and stamina through intentional exercise?
This is a rough sketch of the lie she was expected to live.
We then worked out together and it blew her away to uncover a true Catholic perspective with my help, one which honors the body, achieves the purposes for which it’s made, offers its actions for others, and dare I say, glorifies God by care of the flesh.
We happily felt our muscles searing with a burn during high intensity intervals for legs and offered it up for the Holy Souls in Purgatory among other intentions.
…and in that her mind went…POOF!
“I never thought to offer the pain of a workout as a prayer,” she stated.
Well, ladies, let’s feel the burn here, and offer it here, before its the eternal burn of Hell.
I see it as doing the next right thing and the next hard thing as an offering, truly a subduing of the flesh and as a building block for accepting what holiness demands. How do you see it?
If you have a perspective needing massively shifted, call me. I chat for free with any woman who books a call and I help her personally FIND HER FORWARD. Is that you?
Glorify the Lord with me,
“Better is a poor man who is sound, and strong of constitution, than a rich man who is weak and afflicted with evils. Health of the soul in holiness of justice, is better than all gold and silver: and a sound body, then immense revenues. There is no riches above the riches of the health of the body: and there is no pleasure above the joy of the heart.” Sirach 30:14-16
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