I used this photo in my last entry, but I wanted to do a separate entry about this scarf.
Isn't it gorgeous???
I love it, but it's not mine. My wonderful coworker allowed me to steal it from her for the purpose of "disguising" myself to accompany the Confession post.
Anyway, she's apparently had this beauty in her closet forever; this was her first time wearing it (and as a scarf aficionado, I'm not surprised this was lurking in her closet with about a million other gorgeous swathes of fabric).
Are any of you familiar with the brand below? I think I'm willing to go on a hunt for this one because it's just so pretty.
Here's the company that makes the scarf. Turns out they make LOTS of scarves and such. They're in the $25 price range, but they're superbly pretty.
I don't think they make this particular pattern anymore (booooo) but I did find this one!
Anyway, just thought I'd share a pretty with you fine folks today. This sorta kickstarted me on the prowl for a new chapel veil, and since I've been looking into more colorful options, I might go beyond the solid white / black / red / purple and opt for something a little more THIS.
Veiling on the Cheap - A Video
So my Veils on Parade entry got picked up again and sparked a discussion in our women's group about how expensive veiling can be.
Some women felt that veiling, though a lovely idea, was off-putting because of how expensive they can be. That's a fair point. Not everyone has $40 to spend on a veil. However, for those who feel the call and aren't able to stretch the budget for high-end lace, there are plenty of colorful, beautiful and wallet-friendly options. I put together a few below.
And if all else fails, maybe local ladies can get together, pool resources and host veil swaps or veil sharing circles! If anyone's in S. Jersey, I'd be more than happy to open my closet to you! :)
On Holy Thursday, John snapped this photo of Vince and I before we left for Mass. Vincent was holding Chase, his stuffed German Shepherd. He's gotten incredibly attached to him the last few weeks, and I admit I sorta love that. He's never had a toy that he MUST have with him at all times. Chase is his best pal now, and he always wants him wherever he is.
For Mass, he was well-behaved. We were very close to the front because I wanted to explain everything to him... especially the washing of the feet. However, I was SO incredibly disheartened to see only three men come forward to have their feet washed. The rest were women.
Two or three e-mails were sent out by our Director of Religious Education practically begging people to volunteer for this role. Only three men could be found? THREE?
How incredibly sad. What does this say about the men of our parish?
As I explained in this entry, the Washing of the Feet is an act that goes well beyond proving Jesus' humility. It was an act of preparation for His apostles - the first priests of the Church. Only after washing their feet and charging them with serving one another so fully did Christ then instruct them in the Eucharistic Prayer. Only then were they to take part in the first Mass.
Mother Church requires the feet of men to be washed because of the incredible symbolic nature of this act. It's why many old-school parishes wash the feet of retired priests. How blessed is the parish that recognizes that the rituals we still take part in can be educational as well as prayerful! Should all parishes be so lucky.
On Good Friday, Vincent was pretty exhausted by the time our services rolled around. I took him in early so he could see Jesus in the place of repose. I answered his questions, but he surprised me again by how much he understood.
He said, "Jesus died, right Mommy?"
I said, "Yes, Vincent, and the Church is very sad."
He asked, "But He's in Heaven, right?"
I said, "That's right. And He's going to bring us to Heaven, too."
Then he said, "But I don't want to go to Heaven. They don't have toys."
I laughed and said, "Heaven is more fun than Ocean City!"
He looked at me, incredulous, because to his four-year-old mind, nothing could possibly be more fun than the Boardwalk, curly fries and roller coasters.
Midway during the service, he nodded off to sleep right in the pew, clutching Chase under his coat.
After the service, two kind elderly folks came up to us separately to express their appreciation for Vincent's presence the last two days (Holy Thursday and Good Friday). One woman commented that she loved how he says, "Jesus, I love you" when the newly consecrated Host is elevated and the gentleman said he liked that Vincent behaved and genuflected before the altar.
I truly puffed up with so much pride and appreciation then. I'm always so worried that I'm not doing enough to teach him about how beautiful our Faith is. Truth is, I'm not. That being said, I know that God is making up for my inadequacies and is patiently leading Vince by the hand. It makes me so incredibly happy to have reminders like that, especially given the difficult week we'd had at school.
On Easter Sunday, Vince was not a big fan of Jesus' when I reminded him that after his egg-hunting, he needed to get ready for Mass. I knew it'd be tough getting him on board, but as always, once he was in the car, he was perfectly fine.
My niece, Alliya, even ended up coming along with my MIL.
We went to a parish that I've only been to once before, and it was completely by accident that we arrived there. I've STILL got a terrible taste in my mouth from their Mass.
The tabernacle is off to the side (I hate that), the priest was omitting things left and right (whether on purpose or not, I honestly don't know, so I'm hoping it was accidental), the parishioners who sat to the right of us were incredibly rude (but they might not have been regulars) and the whole set-up felt very, very... New Age-y? I dunno. I just got a terribly off feeling and it left me unsettled until we were about half-way home.
Alliya was asking me all sorts of questions as I took them around the church to show them the various statues and sacramentals. We had gotten there early, so to burn energy and utilize a built-in theology lesson, I took them on a quick tour. Alliya had so many smart questions (questions which Vincent jumped in to answer at points!). One of her questions was about Jesus being in the tabernacle. When I explained that we genuflected to Jesus who remained hidden in the tabernacle, Alliya became confused. She wanted to know how He fit, if He was a ghost, etc (she has basically no catechesis whatsoever). These are all smart and valid questions! So I explained as simply as I could without confusing her further.
I said because He is God, He can take on whatever form He wants. Because He loves us so much, He decided to look like Bread so He could personally feed us, Himself. Thus, because He appeared so small, He could fit into the tabernacle until the priest opened the door at Communion time.
She seemed to accept this answer, but when we got back to the pew, she asked if she would have to SEE Jesus. The concept of seeing someone she only knew as dead was understandably scary to her. She doesn't get that Jesus is God. She only knows that He's someone we celebrate at Christmas but He died a long time ago and went to Heaven.
Anyway, this thought scared her, so she kept asking me if she'd see the Consecrated Hosts.
I simply said, "Alliya, Jesus is not scary. He loves you so, so much. He has a real body, just like you and I. He's the one who sent you your Mommy and Daddy who love you so much. He made sure you had a Mi-Mom and Pop to take you fun places. He makes sure all your family and friends are nice. All the good things in your life are because of Him. He's not scary... He's the nicest person in the whole universe!"
Vincent emphatically agreed with me, but Alliya didn't seem to believe me. Again, I don't fault her for this. She hasn't had any religious education. Hopefully one day she will, but even if she doesn't, when she asks me for the truth, I will always give it to her.
But to end with something amusing, on Holy Thursday, after Jesus was placed into the side repository, we waited our turn to go up to say a prayer. When we reached the kneelers, Vincent looked at the small tabernacle holding the ciborium and asked, "Mommy, how do we get Jesus' trophy?"
Ha ha. Nice.
Also, the veils pictured in this blog are from Veils by Lily and Liturgical Time respectively.
The outside of this church belies its spacious, breezy interior with golden sunlight streaming in from every window. It feels like you are ambling under a gazebo during a relaxing summer afternoon. I was surprised with how massive it felt, especially when you considered the size of the image of Mary that hung high and proud behind the tabernacle.
I grinned when I noted that the pews were very modest. There were no cushions, no padding on the kneelers. Worship isn't about creature comforts... it's about praising God.
I captured this sacristan's head along with the tabernacle to give you an idea just how massive this piece of artwork actually is. This rendition of Our Lady of Guadalupe might be among my favorites. She is simply beautiful, as she should be. Above her are the words "Queen of Mexico and Empress of America." At least I'm 99.9% sure of that, anyway.
I felt like this piece was woven or embroidered somehow. It wasn't a painting... at least I don' think it was. I just couldn't imagine the time it took to painstakingly stitch each glorious detail.
Here is a full shot of the sanctuary. Given the scope of the Virgin's tapestry, you can imagine how large the crucifix actually is.
I didn't notice until after I'd taken the photo, but the detail of Christ's Face moved me. I don't typically like the super gaunt versions of Our Lord looking anorexic (He was a carpenter - He would have been strong and broad from all His toil with wood), but I did not mind this one so much. The artist did not shy away from the Blood that oozed from His wounds. I appreciate that His shoulder wound and those on His knees were accounted for. So often they are forgotten.
On either side of the Virgin stood these statues. St. Joseph holding Jesus as a toddler and St. Juan Diego with his unfurled tilma displaying the miraculous image of Our Lady.
I was struck by the Child Jesus' depiction with short, cropped hair. It was styled similarly to Vincent's! It made me think of him reaching up for John. Usually Jesus has long curls. I think I like this version! Juan Diego was painted a darker color than I'd ever seen. I liked that touch so much because so often our saints are Anglicanized and their natural skin and hair colors completely ignored for the common blond hair, blue eyed "ideal" in so many picture books.
St. Michael and a beautiful guardian angel flank both sides of the sanctuary. St. Michael has the power of the Holy Spirit above him while the guardian angel protects her three native charges. I really loved this latter stained glass image. It was very peaceful and loving.
One of their beautiful circular stained glass windows, this one depicting the Holy Family.
Which one of you dares to disbelieve Our Lady's intervention now?! :)
A fitting painting for above the confessional - Jesus saving St. Peter from his own lack of faith.
A couple of their stations. I'm always appreciative when the Resurrection is included. :)
I probably should've mentioned these last two points in my other blog entry, but here will do just fine.
Instead of having lay ministers, this parish utilizes the Brides of Christ to bring Communion to the people. I'm not the biggest fan of women acting as Eucharistic Ministers, but if you're going to allow it, I can't imagine a better way.
Also, the altar servers sat at opposites sides of the sanctuary facing one another (behind the altar but in front of the tabernacle). I thought they were very much like the Seraphim who guarded the Ark of the Covenant. It made me smile to think of them as such given their constant gaze upon the tabernacle.
Finally, a photo of me (graciously taken by my husband) with a frond of palm across from the church. On the way back to the resort, I braided what turned out to be four long leaves into small crowns for my statues at home.
All in all, a beautiful experience at a wonderful parish... even if I couldn't understand all the words being spoken, I could feel the love. For me, that is enough.
Veils on Parade
I went a little wild with veils a couple months back. I've been meaning to post the photos up so I can share the beautiful work done by folks like Cam, Lily and Michelle. Thanks so much again for providing me with such soft, lovely work to deepen and witness my faith!
First up is a gorgeous burgundy mantilla from Veils by Lily. The rose scallop detail on this particular veil is just stunning. There is a comb sewn in to help keep this in place (which is always a bonus for me). It's a lot longer than I'm used to, so I typically wear this only for special occasions (I'm dressed for the Christmas Eve Mass in these photos). I can tie this one kerchief style if I so desire, but the lace is so soft and delicate that I feel it would simply be a crime to do anything but allow it to fall as it's meant to fall.
Next up is a gorgeous convertible by Cam from A Snood for All Seasons. I'm a tie-back girl, so when I saw that Cam was making tie-backs, I got a bit excited. This particular covering can be worn as a headband or, in my case, as a short veil (just the length I like 'em!). I liked this style so much that I purchased a burgundy colored one, too. The edges on both are exquisite, and the ties ensure everything stays in place perfectly. This veil is my new "go-to" veil in the winter since it tends to match with everything.
This baby blue number is by Michelle of Liturgical Time. I had been looking for a baby blue veil to use on feasts of Our Lady for about a year. I was so happy to find this one! She trimmed the edges with little white flowers, and she gave me the option of sewing in a comb (since I can't pin to save my life). It stays in place and is long enough for me to tie back when Vince gets too touchy-grabby with it.
Last but most certainly not least is a veil called the Eternity Veil (also by Michelle of Liturgical Time). I was lucky enough to win this one during a contest she was running last month. How cool is that? I specifically asked for purple since Lent is right around the corner. Now I'm ready and raring to go!
I've never worn a veil of this style before. Michelle sent me out a brief video that showed me the various ways you can wear it. The style you see above is my favorite. I've shown this veil to a couple of my friends and they've all fallen over themselves to try it on. Ha ha! It's just so beautiful. I gave you a profile shot so you can see some of the scalloped edging and the detail of the lace. The color, though... these photos don't do the richness of it's deep purple any justice. It also shimmers faintly due to the sheen of the lace.
Whew! There you have it. I've still got two other veils I need to snap photos of, but may these suffice at present.
It's funny... whenever friends find out I veil, I think they picture old ladies with doilies over their heads. Truth be told, there are incredibly beautiful, versatile and ingenious designs out there for every style and taste. The above are only a few. If you're interested in veiling, do yourself the favor of checking out the many varieties available to you. You can start small with a convertible headband that can eventually expand into a veil little by little. Or you can go big and turn heads when you walk in with a brand new mantilla. Granted, you can still throw everyone for a loop when you plant a doily over your hair, but my guess is you want something that speaks of your faith in Christ and affirms your dignity as a woman. I feel as though the above veils do exactly that for me. I hope those of you interested in veiling find ones that fit the bill for you!
How to Mantilla!
This topic has come up a couple times for me the last week. Apparently I'm not the only one with wearing mantillas on the brain.
Liturgical Time recently posted about it as did Dymphna's Road.
Anyway, I wear the kerchief style tie-back veils because I'm a mess when it comes to the lace mantillas. If there isn't a comb sewn in (thank you, Veils by Lily), then forget about it. The mantilla is blown off by the wind down Central Avenue or pulled off and stuffed into the mouth of my nearest toddler. Ha ha.
But this video is a great tutorial not just on mantillas, but other styles as well! Enjoy!
Giveaway - Butterfly Veil!
Ladies (and thoughtful gentlemen), here's a chance for you to win my favorite veil from Michelle over at Liturgical Time!
I'm so excited to announce this give-away! The beautiful chapel veil you see above is a floral and butterfly themed fabric that is light and easy to wear. It's sides are long enough to tie kerchief-style which means it'll stay put (useful when wrangling tiny hands that would give anything to play with Mommy's hair).
Entrance is easy, and you even have a chance to double (and triple) up!
How to Enter:
(Each bullet counts as a chance to win)
- Leave a comment telling me which of Michelle's veils you like the best (and be sure to include your e-mail so I have a way to contact you - those remain hidden, and I don't do mailing lists, so no worries about privacy or spam).
- Repost this giveaway on your own blog (and come back providing me with a link that proves you did so).
- "Like" My Broken Fiat on Facebook.
- Bonus points for anyone who wants to share their story of how they came to veil. Just be sure to leave that as a separate "comment" so it gets counted as a separate entry.
Submissions end Saturday night. I'll announce the winner on Mother's Day. Best wishes and a million blessings to all of you!
K, so this post springs out of a comment that gave me a belly laugh from a reader, Sandra. She gave me permission to repost, so I'm taking full advantage.
While commenting on this recent entry, she said:
The mantilla is too old-fashioned and the snoods make me feel like an amish woman.
Ha ha ha ha! I am so glad that I wasn't drinking coffee or something when I read that, because I no doubt would've scalded myself snarfing.
Anyway, I own two beautiful mantillas (both from Veils by Lily). I don't have any snoods because the first time I attempted to wear one, I came out a jumbled mess. Plus, the style just isn't for me. My neck is way too giraffe-like to not have some sort of hair to balance me out.
I use what I call "chapel veils." Now I realize that mantillas and snoods are chapel veils, too, but I dunno if the particular style I utilize has a name all its own. Thus, when I refer to "chapel veil" go ahead and picture something like this:
This type of veil is very plain (I think made of chiffon?) and what I guess would be considered mid-length. I dunno - it's like 15 inches and ties in the back (which is extremely helpful considering Vincent is dedicated to toying with my veils at every Mass). It keeps my hair covered and out of my face, but it doesn't completely hide the fact that I have hair, usually making me look like this from the front:
You can't really tell, but the above black veil is actually lace and not chiffon and it follows the same pattern (15 inches with a tie) that the white one does. It's not too long and it's not too short. It stays in place without pins or combs, and being very basic colors, they go with pretty much everything. They don't stand out as anything special.
Being a very basic sorta person, these veils are right up my alley.
For as much as I love the mantilla style (and I do!), I feel like they don't fit me... almost like they're too pretty or something. I feel like others view me as "holier-than-thou" when I'm wearing them, and I'd much rather focus on the Mass than my self-consciousness on Sundays, so I typically leave the mantillas at home (except for special occasions because I can't help but want to wear those gorgeous veils at least once in a while!).
Sandra's comment on the snoods, however, really made me giggle because I understand what she means. For any of you lovely women who prefer snoods, please don't take offense. I mean none, and I doubt very much that Sandra meant any. As I said, the style just isn't for me, much in the same way as the mantilla (which really bugs me because I REALLY like some of the designs for both snoods and mantillas).
When I modeled the snood for John, he grimaced and said something similar to Sandra. The mantilla he kinda just rolled his eyes at, saying he preferred the "regular chapel veil" if I "had to wear something" because it was much more subtle. He felt the mantilla was way too in-your-face, I guess. Ha ha.
His reactions to the mantilla and snood are probably why I stick to the simple "regular" chapel veils. I guess if he had that reaction, others would as well, so I tend to play it more on the safe side.
Garlands of Grace was my go-to shop. Unfortunately, it looks like that can no longer be the case. Luckily, these veils will probably last me through another summer, but I should really start looking into new ones.
Michelle over at Liturgical Time has some really pretty ones (I think I actually salivated over this one). Cam from A Snood for all Seasons also thinks she can wrangle up a custom order (which is awesome!). So luckily, all is not lost for Sandra and I. Ha ha.
So if any of you other ladies are feeling a bit bummed that GoG is no longer an option, we've got plenty of talented Catholics who are able to help us along with our desire to veil. Yay for that!
Veils and Vince
I was rushing around on Sunday morning in an attempt to get to Mass on time. It was my own fault - I had gotten a late start, and since John wasn't feeling well, I also had to chase around Vince while I got ready, too.
We did manage to get to the Church as Mass was beginning, but I realized that I'd left my veil in the car. There was no way I was going to run out with Vince, up the block to my car, then back again just for the veil. A friend of mine questioned its absence and I simply said "I was running late today."
However, the veil is only an outward sign of the inward promise of humility. There's a saying I heard once that really made me better understand the whole idea of veiling...
"Don't wear it over your head unless you've got one over your heart."
In other words - don't make a show of humility unless your heart is prostrate before the Throne of God (because then it becomes just that... a show).
I still felt kinda naked, though. Vince, for his part, thoroughly enjoyed playing with my hair. He attempted to play "peek-a-boo" by closing my hair around my face, then parting it while saying "BOO!" He's so used to playing with my veil that I think he was somewhat delighted to have my hair back.
Aside from playing peek-a-boo with my hair, Vincent was again a little angel. No outbursts, no attempts to run through the Church, and no struggling to steal the goldfish crackers from the child to our left. :)
In fact, I was immensely proud of him at both Communion time and as we exited the Church. As I knelt before receiving the Eucharist, Vincent stooped onto both his knees. I had to help him up so as not to jam the line, but Vincent knelt! He did it again as we exited the Church (I always genuflect, but I don't think Vince has the coordination to only use one knee - it's both or nothing). Ha ha. The visiting priest commented on it and gave Vince a little hair-tousle after our deacon high-fived him. It was simply adorable.
He may not be able to join in the prayers yet, but he's picking things up! This more than makes up for the cringe-worthy events of two weeks ago. :)
Through the Facebook Page of Veils by Lily, I came across a new blog-group called Catholic Sistas. It's a group of 40+ women who share their experiences with Catholicism. The ribbon you see to the right was created by one of their members, Erika (read her AMAZING story here!)
Anyway, this particular blog entry is what drew my attention. It details Erika's journey towards and feelings on veiling. I felt very connected to her story as it mirrors my own almost perfectly. For those of you still contemplating this for yourselves, give this entry a read.
Also, this "Ribbon Lady" melts my heart. Erika was diagnosed with cancer while pregnant with her daughter. Through the grace of God, they're both alive and doing well today. However, through her suffering and emotional hurricane, this hope-filled Ribbon Lady was born. She is a beautiful reminder of hope, maternal love, and the graces of God given through Our Lady.
I really wanted to pass this along. Please share it with others and link them back to Erika's story. It's a plethora of inspiration and love. :)
I Shall Not Covet My Neighbor's Spouse, I Shall Not Covet My Neighbor's Spouse...
I have this veil in Merlot! LOVE IT!
I just came across the most wonderful letter ever from a husband who rejoices in his wife's desire to veil.
You can view it here, along with another contest from Veils by Lily.
Upon reading it, my heart practically melted into my shoes. The love and respect this husband has for his wife overflowed from every sentence. The fact that he acknowledges they're normal just like the rest of us (writing checks during the homily... ha!) made me even more willing to hug him in my heart.
At the same time, though, I felt a sadness. Far from loving or respecting my desire to veil, John is embarrassed by it. Granted, he's also embarrassed by any and all signs of my Catholicism, but the veiling is particularly cringe-inducing for him. I understand that. It's a testament to the fact that I'm not only Catholic... I'm a "traditional" one at that. I'm a "crazy old-school" one.
He's not alone, though. My youngest sister saw me veiled for the first time about two months ago and she openly scoffed at me, rolling her eyes and insisting I was ridiculous. My brother, just this weekend, saw me veiled for the first time (at my neice's baptism) and backed away, making a joke about "not wanting to know" about the crazy that had somehow seeped into my brain.
Veils, for many, are an awkward topic of conversation because it's such a traditional, outward sign of faith. The convoluted history of veiling doesn't help this awkwardness, either. Some folks mistakenly think veiling is a form of oppression. Some, like my brother, thought it was something you did while attending a funeral. Some think it's an outdated practice that traditionalists cling to in an effort to spite Vatican II. Still others think it's a way for women to act "holier-than-thou-art."
I touch on the history and meaning of veiling here. I don't normally get into it with those who question my choice because I realize they're not questioning my choice so much as scoffing at me for it. I don't mind, to be honest. I realize the scoffing isn't really an attack so much as an expression of "I'm not really sure what to say because I don't really understand why you'd wanna do something like that." So unless they question me further, I allow them an easy escape route and simply smile at their awkward laughter, slight quip, or indignant eye-roll.
This entry, however, made me feel a little jealous of the wife. Heh.
Obviously I don't want to exchange him for John. I love John and know he's the only one for me. :) He's the most perfect father and provider a woman could possibly ask for. He, in so many ways, is my best friend.
What I'm jealous of is the sharing of faith. For as many things as John and I share, faith isn't one of them. And I don't hate him for it, and he obviously doesn't hate me it. Same as he doesn't hate me for not loving movies as much as he does. We understand there is simply a divide there, and though we secretly wish the other would be more enthused about our individual passions, we respect that sometimes there are things we must do on our own.
So for as much as I'd like John to attend Mass every Sunday with me, and be an active part of the faith, I know that won't happen and would never enforce it upon him. For as much as he'd like me to take part in every meeting / screening / film shoot he does, he understands it wouldn't happen and doesn't hold it against me.
Just a thought I had. Regardless, I wanted to share the note (and subsequent contest) with you folks in the hopes that you can take part in that which I cannot! Enjoy and best wishes!!!
St. Anthony and my Veil
Whew! Another huge one. I couldn't help myself, today. I found this cartoon and you couldn't smack the smile off my face if you tried. *Grin*
This past weekend, I realized that my favorite chapel veil was missing. I knew I had placed it in a bag with 30 other things as I was clearing my car out, but after my husband's party, everything was gone and I was afraid that he'd tossed the bag into the recycling. So I asked St. Anthony if he'd be so kind as to condescend to help me find it. In fact, I said the typical "St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around, my chapel veil is lost and I'd appreciate it being found." I also added, "But if you're too busy, I totally understand. It's only a chapel veil, and I can buy another one if I have to."
I didn't have time to look for the veil (since I was on my way to Mass), but a few hours later, I decided to tackle the recycling bin. I only did it half-heartedly, though, once more repeating the St. Anthony prayer. Considering the rain we got, I figured even if I found it, buried beneath all the trash, it'd be beyond ruined. So I gave up and went back inside.
Very late that night, John and I were finishing up a movie. I asked him to pause it because we were nearing midnight and I wanted to get in my nightly prayer. So he paused it and I locked myself away for the Divine Mercy chaplet. Upon completion, I went to the bathroom so I'd be able to sit through the rest of the film. In front of me, sitting on the edge of the tub, was a bag. Inside the bag was MY bag... the one I had been looking for... and inside that was my chapel veil.
I burst out of the bathroom victorious saying, "Thank you, St. Anthony! John, look! St. Anthony found it! I gave up, but he didn't! Thank you, St. Anthony! You're so awesome!"
Even John grinned. Normally, he's pretty dismissive of my religious talk, but I think even he was mildly amused that this "great saint" would bother to help a random chick find something as silly as a veil.
I think that's part of the miracle of St. Anthony, though. He truly IS a great Saint, but he humbles himself so as to become patron of the most ridiculous things. He takes care of such seemingly insignificant tasks, and as promised, God has exhalted him above many others for such humility. St. Anthony is one of the best known saints, and we have his humility and willing intercession to thank for such generosity. :)
Veils by Lily is doing a Mantilla Give-Away!!!
*Boing boing boing*
You have no idea how exciting this is! I have the most beautiful black mantilla veil (with built in comb, of course) from Lily that I've gotten so many compliments on! She has the most unique and lovely veils you can find, so please do yourselves a favor and stop by to check out her massive selection.
Bonus for those looking to order this week - $1 shipping!
Here's a shot of me in mine!
Here's another, but this time with my hair pulled back and brighter light so you can see the lace detail. Pretty, right? Lily does, after all, rock. :)
One of the hallmarks of my conversion is what my husband calls "the uniform." Since converting back to the Church, I've adopted the tradition of the chapel veil, and dress much more modestly in the Presence of the Sacrament. For me, it is a personal reminder of my submission to Jesus, and a constant reminder to behave in a manner fitting a daughter of God.
I came across this practice through my research into Marian apparitions. It dawned on me that the Blessed Mother never really appears without her own veil. In all her apparitions, she's veiled - after all, she's ALWAYS in the Presence of God, right? So in my mind, it makes sense that anytime I'm to be in the Presence of God in the Holy Eucharist, my head is to be veiled like the Blessed Mother. Far be it from me to place myself above her example, right?
So I did some research on veiling. A lot of people seem to think that Vatican II "got rid of" the tradition. That simply isn't true. What IS true, however, is that Msgr. Annibale Bugnini (secretary for the Vatican Congregation for Divine Worship at the time) was asked if women would still be required to cover their heads at Mass. Msgr. Bugnini answered that veiling wasn't being discussed during the Council. Somehow, several journalists took that to mean that women didn't have to veil anymore, and printed their findings to the glee of "feminists" everywhere. By the time Msgr. Bugnini demanded a retraction based on the manipulation of his words, it was too late. Women, confused by what they'd read and heard, stopped veiling.
Vatican officials have gone on record stating that no change was ever made to the discipline of veiling, yet the damage was done - women stopped veiling and it became seen as a gesture that demeaned women. Sadly, nothing could be further from the truth!
Dr. Alice von Hildebrand, a Catholic philosopher and theologian, states it best:
However, when I began to veil, I felt a bit self-conscious. I didn't want others to think I was being "holier-than-thou-art." I wanted so much for this to be my own humble, outward sign of my humility and graciousness towards the Lord. Plus, as I stated above, the veil truly does help me keep focus and gently reminds me to act in a way more pleasing to God. But as they say - if you feel a calling from God to manifest His Glory in some small way, who cares what others think? Shamefully, I still care, but I try to push those thoughts out of my mind and offer the mortification to God just the same.
So far, I'm the only one in my parish that I've seen veil. Once, when traveling to another parish, I saw another veiled woman who was about my age. My heart leapt at the realization that I wasn't the only one! Ha ha. I've been lucky enough to find other women online who also felt the same calling and it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
But I'm curious if there are any others out there! Thoughts? Would you veil? Would you veil if you saw others veiling? What do you think of women who veil?
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