I always seem to be a day late in giving you a Catholic "heads up". I missed St. Nicholas day last week, not in real life, but here on the blog. Here at the convent, I was able to surprise Sister St. Aloysius with a "Ten Commandments" pen. There is a little panel in the pen and every time you click the ball point in and out, a couple of Commandments appear in the the little window there. I'd like to go pass them out at that court house that had to have the Ten Commandments removed from the lawn, or wherever they were.
Mind you, I don't have a problem with the Ten Commandments not being in front of the court house. It's not against the law to take the Lord's name in vein, covet your neighbor's wife or not worship God.
Yesterday, I missed the opportunity to remind you about the feast of St. Lucy, which is a big deal in many parts of the world and very Christmas-y, as it involves candles. My bad, in particularly in light of today's question from a reader:
I'm a young Catholic woman currently in college, and I'm certainly not immune to my school's hook-up culture. In fact, some days almost all I think about is sex and men (and by men I mean man-candy and not man-dignified-human-being). Also, while I'm still a virgin, I've done some things I'm not proud of. Any words of advice on how to keep sane and curb sexual frustration so I can actually focus on what's important in my life? As someone who must take a vow of chastity, I assume you're an Olympic champion at this. Thank you!
Remember that movie, "The Graduate"? Remember how the famous line from that film is the one word of advice someone gives the graduate?
"I have one word of advice. Plastic."
I have two words of advice for you. Hair shirt.
Seriously, why do you think people wore hair shirts? Here's why. They are painful. Pain is distracting.
Okay. I know you're not going to wear a hair shirt. But you are going to have to, as you say, focus.
St. Lucy was a lovely young girl who was engaged. But she lived during a time when the whole idea of Christianity was very new. The idea that anyone would want to stay chaste based on the teachings of a hobo who was executed was difficult to comprehend. So her boyfriend didn't really mind too much when she was thrown into prison. He figured she would come to her senses.
I would have thought that, too, if I were him.
But she knew what was really important.
It seems to me that that is the element you're missing here. What's really important.
...it's not that important to you. Clearly, it has some importance, as you bothered to ask. I think you have to examine your priorities.
So, St. Lucy, it is, for you. She certainly had her priorities straight. She lost her eyes and her life. In that order. We're not entirely sure what went on with her eyes. Either they were gouged out to get her to change her mind or, in one version of her story, her boyfriend had always admired her eyes so she pulled them out herself, to show him she meant business.
You can see that no matter what did or did not happen, she was quite determined.
Her situation certainly makes your situation look like a walk in the park (a park where there are no boys or half price drinks on lady's night).