People Just Don't Know When to Quit

I just don't understand why people just can't let things go. The heckler has NOW taken it upon themselves to send comments to my personal email from this site. This is now classified as harrassment. I have blocked not one, but TWO of their ID's and now they are sending me messages under a false yahoo email address. I know it's false because when I try to reply, it says the account does not exist. The heckler doesn't even have the decency or COURAGE to use a REAL email address so I can respond. I AM documenting this and keeping a record of these harrassing posts and emails so that I can submit them to the appropriate authorities for a harrassment complaint. I also plan on seeking the advice of a lawyer to see what else can be done.

I WILL NOT be bullied or intimidated by some cyber stalker who just doesn't know when to quit.

The law IS on MY side.

This is your final warning.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

Just for the record...

I don't have a problem with someone disagreeing with what I have to say. But there is a difference between disagreeing with me and attacking my character.

The former I can tolerate and do so on a regular basis. I realize my beliefs aren't popular. I get mail all the time because of my letters to the editor of the local newpaper.

The latter I will not tolerate, because I am entitled to my sense of dignity and self respect. I will not let anyone take that away from me.


Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

Some people just don't give up...

The heckler took it upon themself to sign up under another ID just so that they could post more deriding statements. I blocked their other one. Perhaps they don't realize that they are bordering on harrassment. Cyber harrassment is just as illegal as harrassment anywhere else. Any sane person would take the hint that their comments are not welcome when their first ID is blocked. I beginning to think that this person has some very serious mental problems.

I'll just have to document it all and see what the local authorities think about it.

In the meantime, I will not let one desparate person squelch my duty to speak truth.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn Frayne

The Heckler Strikes Again

The heckler has struck again. He or she (a very lonely soul I'm sure) has once again taken it upon themselves to deride my religious beliefs. They posted some nasty comments here on my blog. I had blocked them on my other one and I did it on this one too.

I wil not throw what is sacred to the dogs or cast my pearls before swine (Matthew 7:6). People don't hear what they don't want to hear. This person obviously doesn't want to hear the truth. That's fine. I accept that as their free will choice. Why can't they accept my free will choice to believe it? Such is the hypocrisy of those who shout "Hater!". They fail to see the hate for the truth within themselves. Or perhaps they do and are terrified. To distract themselves from it they project what they see on to other people.

Well, I make no apologies for what I wrote on my other blog and I will make no apologies for what I write here. I speak the truth. I will continue to speak the truth, no matter the amount of childish name-calling is thrown at me. I do it first and foremost because I love people and don't want them to be destroyed by sin. I don't do it out of hatred. You don't let the people you love burn up with the house, you do everything in your power to try and help them.

Secondly I do it because I know who I am. I know what I believe. I don't need to ask permission to be who I am, to live what I believe. I don't need the approval of some immature, insecure bully to get me through life.

The funny thing is this person quoted from my old site, which is currently non-existent on the net. You can't access it at all. That means they must have copied my posts and kept them. Wow. I'm flattered they decided to save it.

Anyway, I'm glad to be back online and writing again.

Truth will always prevail. Always.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

Remember Your Chains

Today is Easter Sunday. The fasting is over, we celebrate our redemption through the resurrection of Jesus Christ. There are the usual critics that claim it was all a hoax, some myth that the followers of Jesus made up as explanation for His missing body. There are those who seek to tear apart the Gospel accounts of His arrest, trial and crucifixion. What they don't understand is that the Bible was never intended to be a history book; just like it was never intended to be a science book or a book for telling future events. The Bible is God's Word. It was given to us through men under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. It was intended to give us the history and future of our salvation. It does not matter if the Bible is 100% accurate in every little detail. We must focus on the message.

We are created in God's image. We were once perfect and in perfect communion with God and all the rest of creation. The sin of our first parents changed all of that. Each of us inherit that Original Sin and are in need of rebirth. The Bible gives us a history of how God revealed Himself to us, His children. It tells us about which length He was willing to go to bring us back into that perfect communion with Him, even going as far as experiencing death. The Ever Living One became Man and died. God died. For us. For every filthy lust and lie. God the Son died as a perfect sacrifice to God the Father. It was the only way because there could never be just any human being who could do it for us. We have been redeemed by the shedding of His Blood, and now through the waters of Baptism we can have that stain of Original Sin removed. The Holy Spirit can live inside us. We can, once again have the perfect communion that God intended in the beginning.

No mere myth could have changed history so dramatically as Jesus did and continues to do. He split time in half. I don't go for this politically correct mumbo jumbo of using "Before Common Era" and "Common Era". It will always be B.C. and A.D. for me and any of my children if I am blessed with a family one day.

Millions of people don't give their lives as martyrs for a nice little fable they heard one day and had an emotional response to. Entire civilizations are not built, countless works of art, glorious pieces of music, poetry and prose aren't inspired by feel-nice fairytales.

They happen because of a profound personal encounter with a Person.

I renewed my baptismal vows last night at Easter Vigil and this morning at Mass. When my priest went through the Apostle's Creed point by point and asked the congregation if we believed, I said "I do". When he asked if we accepted all that the Catholic Church teaches in matters of Faith and Morals, I said "I do". I will never stop believing. I may doubt sometimes, but that is because I am a limited human being who doesn't always understand.

Let the critics and unbelievers heckle and bark, just as they did 2000 years ago at the foot of my LORD's cross. Let them present their vain arguments and "proof" that it was all a fable. They do not believe because they do not want to. They insist on having evidence of something no one can provide evidence for, that is, experience.

I have experienced something deep inside of me. It is tangible, concrete. It is in the core of my being. It is my reason to live. As Jesus says to Martha in the Gospels, what Mary chooses is the better part. It will not be taken away from her.

Neither will it be taken from me.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

I Can't Explain It

"I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go..."
~"Far Away" by Nickelback

There are butterflies in my stomach. They are dancing around in there at a frenzied speed. An interesting turn of events has occured within the last few days. Someone has expressed interest in me. I'm flattered and I'm scared. Flattered as I am sure he intended. Scared because I am not used to it. I am not accustomed to being the persued, only the pursuer.

He has told me he likes my passion, he loves my spirit. It's who I am as a person. I am a tenacious and passionate woman. It feels so very good to be admired and recognized for that, as opposed to the physical attributes. I don't fit the "ideal", so often my other qualities are not explored and appreciated. My book inevitably gets judged by the cover, the contents never read.

When someone takes the time to open that cover and actually follows the story inside it feels so nice. My heart swells because I have waited so long for it.

I don't know what to make of it and I don't know where it will lead. I'm going to try to not analyze it and just enjoy it. But it's going to be difficult because I have been hurt so many times. I want to believe it's real, true that someone could actually see what this person sees in me.

So I wait. I wait as the butterflies wreak havoc in my belly.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

On the First Anniversary of Pope John Paul II's Death

You probably don't recognize this man. It was taken a long time ago, during the Nazi occupation of Poland. It's a picture of a poet, playwrite, athlete and actor. His mind was a brilliant one, his heart large enough to embrace the world. He had a special place in it for young people. I guess that is one of the reasons why many, many years later God saw it fit to choose him to be the next leader of the largest Christian Church in the world.

The man in the picture is Karol Wojtyla, most famously known as John Paul II. Today is the first anniversary of his death.

I still cry when I see programs about him on the television. Although I never met His Holiness, I loved and still love him deeply. He was my Papa. All of my life he was the only Pope I have known. Don't get me wrong, I dearly love His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI, but Papa John Paul will forever hold a very special place in my heart. He loved young people. He touched so many lives and did so much to point people to Jesus. He talked the talk and he walked the walk to his very dying breath. When the world focussed on the fact that his health was failing and called for his resignation, he refused. He was not going to stop until God called him home. And that is what he did.

Thank You, Lord for Papa John Paul. He helped us to love ourselves and showed all of us that we all have inherent dignity and worth. In this age that degrades human beings, especially women, he pointed to the Blessed Mother as an example of what women should be like. We do not need to sacrifice our God-given femininity to be strong. The Blessed Mother is a pinnacle of strength because she relied totally on God's Grace.

Just like Papa John Paul did. Totus Tuus.

Please pray for us and watch over us Papa John Paul, while the world rejoices over your life, we still mourn our loss of you. You were and are a great light in the darkness pointing to the Cross of our salvation.

Vive Il Papa!!

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn

Upon Entering My Third Decade of Existence

Well here I am. I made it to 30. Last Wednesday, March 29th was my birthday. I have to say it was honestly the best one I've had yet. My team at work decorated my desk, they bought me a card with a religious flavour to it. My mum and I went out for an Iced Cappuchino and honey cruller after work. Two days later on Friday I went to my favourite Karaoke bar with my brother and some friends. I sang and danced. My brother bought me a drink. Cec and Bev, my very favourite singers sang songs for me; and the man who runs it sang the Happy Birthday song. I came home very satisfied. Yes, I have to say it was the best birthday I've ever had.

The night before I was experiencing some "Oh-my-goodness-I'm turning-30 and-I-am-not-married-with-children-yet" blues. I was crying to my mother about how I regret breaking up with Adam and how now he says we will never get back together. My mum told me it was too soon. She said he's only given me his phone number a month before. She said Adam told me last time he didn't see us getting back together and we did end up doing just that. That brought me hope. My mum helped me to realize that it is too soon. She said that it's not a matter of picking up where we left off, it's a matter of starting all over again. I see that. I understand that. I have to play my cards right and let him fall in love with the real me--sans emotional sickness.

I wait and pray.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn