Save The Madonna!

Hi everyone!

One of the magazines I write for is an 120-year-old publication called Madonna. It’s a magazine about spirituality in everyday life for lay Catholics. It’s always a great read and the short reflections on the readings of the day are always full of insight. Especially the ones on the seventh of the month, because I write them. Unfortunately, things are looking pretty dire for Madonna. If they can’t get their subscription numbers up, they’re going to have to close down. 

So I need you to have a think. Are you looking for something to enrich your prayer life? Do you have a friend or parent or aunty who might benefit from a gift subscription? Would you like to get your Christmas shopping done early?  This is where you need to go:

https://www.madonnamagazine.com.au/article/subscriptions

In the meantime, I thought I’d share an article I wrote for Madonna last year. It feels rather poignant now, for us Melburnians, when we can’t have anyone  at our house. If you buy the upcoming Spring edition, you can read my thoughts on being quarantined at home with six children.  There is no swearing this time, I promise!

Cover of Madonna Magazine Winter 2020

 

I want to be a hospitable person. I really do. I fantasise about friends and neighbours dropping in at any time and feeling nurtured by my home. Can you picture it? My house wafts with the smell of baking cinnamon teacake, there are fresh-picked flowers on the table, my kitchen is immaculate, and I somehow have a perfect hour-glass figure, which makes my handmade apron look really cute. Then I set out a casually effortless meal so delicious and lovely that my friends scrabble to take Instagram pictures (#impromptucatchup #friendlyf #sospoiled) whilst I smile and shrug and look relaxed.

I have six children. That was part of the plan, you see. I’ve always wanted the vibrancy and hospitality of a large family. But, while I’ve acquired the children, I haven’t quite got the hang of the hospitality.

Here’s where I get stuck: my house is in a state of constant disarray, and that’s putting it politely. I’m looking at the book-case at the moment. It has bath toys in it. Why? And there are swimming goggles on the kitchen bench. A tower of clean washing glares at me from the couch: why won’t you fold me? And in every, every corner and crevice are marbles, lego pieces, random play money, and Coles Mini Shop collectables. I’ll invite people over when the house is tidy. It’s bound to happen one of these days.

In the meantime, hospitality remains a vague ideal that I do nothing about. I’m ashamed to admit this, but the idea of inviting my parish priest over for dinner – to an oppressively messy house and chaos cooking – so paralysed me that our last PP finished his term and moved away without ever receiving an invitation. I’m determined to make amends with our new PP, but I worry: what if word gets back to my old PP that I’m having dinner with the new PP even though I never invited the old PP in his entire 7-year term? He’ll think I secretly hated him the whole time. These thoughts keep me awake at night.

When I hear the story of Jesus telling Martha, who was stressed-out with hosting, that she should sit down and be present, like Mary, part of me wants to roll my eyes and say “Typical man! He doesn’t recognise the work that needs doing!” But then I realise this means I think I know more than God, so I tone it down. Perhaps I do need to take Jesus’s message on board: it’s not important whether the house is perfect or the food impressive. Let’s just be together among the mess!

So what if I find the idea of dinner intimidating? There are plenty of other ways to be hospitable without hosting dinner parties. I’m getting pretty good at the post-school-run morning tea that sometimes becomes also a cheese-toastie lunch. Lately, I’ve been playing with the idea of setting a fire in the backyard firepit and inviting friends over for some roast chestnuts and experimental damper. Or maybe I could make a trip to the playground with another mum a bit more special by bringing hot chocolate and biscuits. A friend of mine did this for me once and ever since I’ve considered it an Ultimate Life Goal. Meanwhile, I don’t own a thermos. Or maybe I could host a potluck? Come over for dinner – except I need you to bring the dinner!

In the meantime, as I wipe crumbs and mop spills (I maintain that it’s actually OK to cry over spilt milk, if it’s the fifth spill that morning), I can remember that what I am doing is not mere drudgery. It’s a form of ministry. I am making my home fresh and welcoming for guests. And if guests arrive after the fifteen minute window in which my house remains tidy, I’ll invite them in anyway. Because that’s what hospitality is about.



7 thoughts on “Save The Madonna!

  1. David Ellis

    Oooh, I used to write reflections for the Madonna many years ago. I can’t remember what day I had (they probably gave me the 31st just to keep me quiet.)

    Jeff

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  2. Lorella D'Cruz

    Loved your Madonna article, Kate. Could so relate – wish I had written it 😉 Hope all’s going well with you. How’s your grand opus going? All the best to you & your family. Keep safe, well & happy. Lorella Xx

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    1. katelikestocreate Post author

      Lorella! It’s so lovely to hear from you. Please excuse my slowness in replying, I think Stage Four lockdown is frying my brain. The grand opus is definitely getting there. I’m almost at 70,000 words! It feels like the beginning of the end, in a good way. I hope you are keeping safe and well – and I hope you are still writing, though I understand how hard that can be amid all this brain-slowing stress.
      Thank you so much for commenting!

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  3. misterwiggle

    Hello Kate

    We do not know each other apart from the fact that we both went to CLC, Eltham.

    I thoroughly enjoy reading your pieces.

    I have replied to your call out to “Save the Madonna” and paid for one year’s subscription. I hope others get on board.

    Thank you

    Angela Bonato

    (Bizzotto OC 82)

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    1. katelikestocreate Post author

      Oh my goodness, Angela – your comment absolutely made my day! Unfortunately, my brain is in such a fried state at the moment that I consistently forgot to reply to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It gives me such a warm feeling inside to know that you’re supporting Madonna and that you actually read what I write! I’m trying to work out the CLC connection. Did you read about my blog in The Collegian? I think I name-dropped it there at some point. Now I’m extra-glad for my relentless self-promotion!
      Thank you again, Angela

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