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Sent my Dad my photo of all my Lions gear last night. He lives in Perth. Let the record show that it was he who threw down the gauntlet with, “Freo, way to go, hit 'em real hard, hit 'em low.🤣😂👍”. And so it shall be, Dad vs Daughter for Grand Final week! #BrisbaneLions #FreoDockers #AFL

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Queensland Catholics REPRESENT! Little country town in my state. This is how we roll.

Today I was officially commissioned as Sacristan. It is very humbling, and I am deeply honoured to be able to serve the Lord… one of the young men who went through RCIA this year (which I and another woman co-facilitate) was also commissioned, and when I introduced him to my Mother (who had come to share in the special day), he beamed to her, “She’s my teacher!” Honestly, it is the Lord and Mother Church that are the teachers, I just do my best to convey the Faith through RCIA, but, boy, was I chuffed that he’d said such a sweet thing. I’m like a Mother Hen with he, his wife, and their three little girls, and I’m so pleased to see their journey Home be so fruitful! 🥰

I’ve always liked Russell Brand, which makes the allegations against him difficult to contemplate and difficult to come to a conclusion about, for me personally. But liking someone doesn’t mean they are incapable of abuse. Some people are extraordinarily convincing liars, men and women alike. We cannot presume guilt, nor should we presume that someone is lying about being a victim. A person’s public image is not proof of their private character. That goes for everyone involved. And all too often, abuse occurs without leaving physical evidence or independent corroboration, making the truth exceptionally difficult for others to establish. Once again, this can apply to either side. We owe everyone involved fairness, compassion and a willingness to acknowledge what we simply do not know. I pray for Russell and for the women involved. Whatever the truth may be, it will come to light before the Lord. God knows what is hidden, and each of us will ultimately answer to Him. May He have mercy where He sees fit.

My split personality on X - Catholic apologist: “Let us examine Scripture, the Church Fathers and 2,000 years of Christian history.” Australian apologist: “OI. HANDS OFF OUR BISCUITS. Kiwis cannot claim Tim Tams as their own, this is not The Great Pavlova Debate!” 🇦🇺

When you scroll through a conversation of apologetics and spot your arch nemesis sizing up one of your favourite brothers in the Faith… “INCOMIIIIIIING! Bro, I’ve done several tours of duty against that one - PACK TWO WEEKS WORTH OF LUNCH!” @petersbarque Just remembered you were in on that at the start and then I was left throwing grenades for days 😂

Some people just don’t have it in them to comprehend what loving someone really means. I will never understand this.

My Greeeeeeat Grandma Saint Margaret Scotland may have a few words of wisdom.

Telling my Priest today that I’ve confirmed I’m a direct descendant of Saint Margaret of Scotland: “What?! You are so blessed!” *hugs me* *I begin to walk away smiling* “Rebecca!” “Yes, Father?” “We’ll have to start saying, ‘Rebecca, pray for us!’” His grin and giggle was priceless! “No no no, Father, not meee!” *pointing upwards*

My Heavenly cheer squad 🥰 Saint Mary Magdalene, Saint (Grandma Maggie, my direct ancestor) Margaret Queen of Scotland, Saint Peter and Saint Paul hehe! Grandma Maggie is said to have had tears in her eyes regularly when receiving the Eucharist. I’ve been learning all about her today! Hebrews 12:1 “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses … let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us.”

Hey @grok, analyze my profile and tell me which meme fits me best. Make an image of it.

An animal whisperer

Funny how I put on weight during a relationship where I was feeling constantly anxious, and since the break up it’s just melted off. I don’t think I was eating more either. Weird. Not complaining! Maybe happier really does mean healthier!

Well… it’s official. It took me 6 years of research to establish my most recent line of genealogy with receipts… and then I triple checked all of the links after that against every historical record I could find… Great x24 Grandma Saint Margaret, Queen of Scotland… pray for us. I hadn’t dared to believe it just by seeing her in my tree, so I worked for the past year to prove that ONE line. Last night, after another 9 hour stint of triple checking, I finally did it. I am her direct descendant. And I am extremely humbled. I could care less that she was a Queen… she is a Saint. And I am of her bloodline. Wow.

Just drove around a corner in my city and had to wait as a Priest crossed the road - Automatic Sign of the Cross initiated!! “He’s one of mine, got your back Padre: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit! Heavenly Father, please bless this Priest!”

I can’t believe Alex reposted my reply to him!!! Oh, Abba, this means the world to me - all praise, honour and glory to You.

The race is not only so that we reach the Lord, it is so that others make it to the finish line also. This is why I continue to pray for those who have hurt me - it is not about what I can gain by praying for them… it’s about them turning to the Lord, knowing Him, being obedient to Him, loving Him. Our race is not purely for our own salvation - it’s for the salvation of others.

I’m sorry, but you put in a request to process into St Peter’s Basilica - a large procession into one of the most important churches in the history of Christendom - during October and didn’t make the request till September?! Then get upset that the request couldn’t be accommodated? And a refusal doesn't automatically establish hostility towards the Traditional Latin Mass.

You never know what God has in store… I was on my journey into the Church two years ago. Flying home to Australia from Bali, I met a Carmelite nun in the Denpasar airport. She was my first encounter with a nun, so it was very special for me to be able to discuss things with her. Just over 6 months later, only a week before my Confirmation, I attended the Chrism Mass at the cathedral in my city. As I was leaving, who should be standing in plain clothes by the door but Sister Hildegard!! I was so overjoyed and saw the recognition on her face too! We hugged and she asked after my Mother. Very special. Mum and I had thought she was an angel, because we never saw her once we got on our flight, or at the luggage carousel when we arrived back in Australia. Couldn’t wait to tell my Mum that the angel appeared again and asked after her, hehe!