Gifts From My Backyard

Gifts From My Backyard

I learn a lot from enjoying life in my backyard. My ears perk up listening to the sounds of a red-crested woodpecker helping itself to bugs in our maple tree, and I am thankful to be relieved of the crawly creatures it consumes.  I once spotted a hawk atop the highest pine tree and did a double-take when I realized a snake dangled from its beak. I was grateful for its predatory nature.  

An anhinga (also known as a snakebird) lives around our pond. It extends its snake-like neck before it dives underwater searching for fish, seemingly holding its breath for an eternity. When it finally emerges, it sits atop a log or brush pile, spreading its wings to dry. Once, a brown owl let me take its picture before it disappeared into the canopy. 

The bright red cardinals chase their mates from tree to tree. Every spring, families of ducks glide across the mirror-like water. Gray herons sometimes land and wade before they take flight, and flocks of white egrets sometimes flock around the water’s edge, grazing the shoreline, looking for goodies. 

Then there are the chickens, endlessly pecking and scratching at the ground, or perching, preening, and cleaning. They give us perfect eggs every day, and I marvel at their productivity. Each of these birds has given me joy in some way, just by their existence and by doing what is natural for them. 

“Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.”1 Corinthians 12:4–7

This past weekend, I was blessed to attend the Catholic Writers Guild (CWG) Online Conference. I came away with deep gratitude for this group, realizing these Catholic authors and presenters are gifts from my writing backyard.  This community provides a rich, robust environment for cultivating the writing life and encouraging one another at every stage. I came away resolved to hone my own gift and let that light shine in whatever way God directs it. Through the years, the CWG has helped me gain greater confidence, challenged me to step out in faith, and grow as a writer. For all these backyard gifts, thank you, Lord.

“No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in Heaven.”Matthew 5: 15–1

Copyright Paula Veloso Babadi 2026

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Brown owl photo taken by the author in her backyard.

Tennessee’s Filipino-American community revives homemade Thanksgiving lunch for the hungry

“Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.” — Luke 14:13-14 (1)

 

Throughout November in the United States, the corporal work of mercy of feeding the hungry is performed in abundance. Countless people shop prescribed lists of cranberries, pumpkin, potatoes, gravy, stuffing and turkey so food pantries and churches can hand out bags and boxes brimming with enough food for economically strapped families in their community to have a traditional Thanksgiving dinner that they could not afford. But in the “Walking Horse Capital of the World,” Shelbyville, TN, less than two hours south of downtown Nashville and 90 minutes from the Alabama border, scores of people were treated to a special kind of Thanksgiving lunch lovingly prepared and joyfully served on a relatively clear and warm day Nov. 15.

As part of Project Give Back to God, Dr. Alex and Mrs. Merchie Fider, in a joint effort with the Filipino-American Association of Tennessee, Inc. (Fil-Am), serve “… the indigent Filipinos and Americans in dire need.” With an assist by officers and members of the Bedford County Sheriff’s Department, they geared up to serve at least 200 people — most of whom are patients and their families of the Fider’s clinic– their twist on a Thanksgiving meal.

All hand-prepared by Mrs. Fider, the spread of Filipino fare included egg rolls, wings, ribs, rice, noodles, soup, and much more to fill the belly and feel the love. In addition to the patients, the invitation went out by flyer and word of mouth to “VIPS such as poor patients, physically disabled, mentally challenged patients, homeless people, including their children, and most of all, people in dire need.” Held outside in back of the Fider’s clinic, cooperative weather was a must.

“For the past weeks, cold spell brought with wind chill came to TN while snow in the East Coast,” Dr. Fider reported to his Facebook friends. “Merchie and I prayed the Rosary at St. Rose of Lima Church, Murfreesboro, and St. Williams Church, Shelbyville, last week to beg Our Lady of Fatima to grant us the Miracle of the Sun that happened on 1917 in Fatima, Portugal.” Even though the weather turned balmy, they were prepared regardless. In preparation that, to passersby, probably looked like a set-up for a wedding banquet, rented tents and tables were brought in, in addition to portable toilets so diners had facilities to wash before and after eating.

For the Fiders, who immigrated to this country from the Philippines in the early 1980s, it’s not only an opportunity to commemorate the first Thanksgiving in the land, but also an expression to give glory and thanks to God for many blessings and share their native culture with their adopted homeland.

The Thanksgiving lunch began in 2015, but when Covid hit, it stopped. Thanksgiving 2025 marks not only the tenth anniversary of the first lunch, but also its revival since Covid. This lunch was the first one outdoors, and the Fiders were grateful for the favorable weather. “Merchie and I thanked Our Lady of Fatima for the miracle of the Sun and for giving joy to all of them,” Dr. Fider said.

A group of volunteers gather in front of a tent for a group picture.

Volunteers of the Thanksgiving lunch enjoy the day.

For people charged with preparing Thanksgiving dinner for their families and who find it exhausting and stressful, can you imagine making more than 200 eggrolls? Mrs. Fider begins some of the dishes early, such as the eggrolls because they are hand-rolled. “The cutting is difficult because you have to cut it very fine to roll it,” she said. She wouldn’t consider eliminating the eggrolls, either. They are a favorite of their diners who anticipate having them. Some of the foods, such as rice, can only be made the day of the feast. She shops the ingredients when she can, normally after a long day of running the clinic.

In the end, about 150 people came. Diners included children, wheelchair-bound patients, and folks with canes and walkers. “I also invited homeless people that we met on the streets and hanging out in gas stations,” Dr. Fider said. Any leftover food was packed up for to-go orders. Nothing was wasted and everything was enjoyed – despite the intensive work.

“We can’t ask a caterer to do it … it’s different,” Mrs. Fider said.

No skimping, no compromising. The volunteers treat folks like family, or rather, Very
Important People.

“The VIP guests may be angels in disguise,” Dr. Fider posted. “Amen.”

 

AI Feature photo of Filipino banquet created in Adobe Firefly by Mary McWilliams
Inset photo contributed by Alex Fider and used with permission.
Scripture texts in this work are taken from the New American Bible, revised edition ©
2010, 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C. and are
used by permission of the copyright owner. All Rights Reserved.

© Copyright 2025 by Mary McWilliams

Edited by Rietta Parker

Shattered Rocks on Solid Ground

While hiking the North Ridge Trail on Cadillac Mountain at Acadia National Park, my daughter and I paused on a rock mound, breathing in the chill wind and the vibrant red, yellow, and green hues of Autumn. As we sat, Sheila commented on the solid, secure sensation emanating upward from the mountain depths. Peace flooded through me, and now I am reminded of the solid ground on which my faith was built. 

That one is like a man building a house, who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock; when a flood arose, the river burst against that house but could not shake it, because it had been well built. Luke 6:48

“Mama, close your eyes and listen.” Sheila quietly instructed. When you are on the mountain, the wind moving through the trees sounds like the ocean waves rushing to shore. Except for the cold, with eyes closed, you could very well be at the beach where endless shells break under crushing surf.  But the mountain rock is immovable, its pink and gray and green granite boulders stand firm after countless millennia of glacial pounding. Solid as it is, the mountain harbors millions of shattered rocks along the trail, broken pieces huddled together beneath the massive outcrop where we sat.

I thought about a poem I wrote (see “Broken Shells” August 10, 2025 blog post https://www.catholicwritersguild.org/2025/08/broken-shells/) and the similarity of those shells and shattered rocks – so many pieces, each unique and beautiful despite their brokenness. Each forms a part of the whole. Each can fulfill its purpose on the canvas when there is a foundation in the Lord.  Whether at a beach or atop a mountain, whether we hear waves or wind, He is our solid ground.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

That day on the trail, I was overcome with the beauty of God’s creation and thankful for His love and care for us. The picture I took (above) is only a small glimpse of what I experienced, and my heart sings with the praise of Psalm 104:1-5:

“Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty, wrapped in light as with a garment. You stretch out the heavens like a tent, you set the beams of your chambers on the waters, you make the clouds your chariot, you ride on the wings of the wind, you make the winds your messengers, fire and flame your ministers. You set the earth on its foundations, so that it shall never be shaken.”

 

© Copyright 2025 by Paula Veloso Babadi

Feature Photo North Ridge Trail, Cadillac Mountain, Acadia Nati onal Park by Paula Veloso Babadi, used with permission.

Scripture texts in this work are taken from the New American Bible, revised edition © 2010, 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C. and are used by permission of the copyright owner. All Rights Reserved.

Return to the Lord with Thanksgiving

Return to the Lord with Thanksgiving

Naaman’s New Song

After dipping seven times in the Jordan River, according to the prophet Elisha’s instructions, Naaman was cured of leprosy. Recognizing the miraculous movement of God in that moment, he returned to Elisha and proclaimed,

“Now I know that there is no God in all the earth, except in Israel.”

Naaman experienced a profound conversion as the power of God transformed him from the outside—in. He knew he had received a supernatural healing from heaven. He vowed to offer worship to no other god than the one true God.

In Psalm 98, we read,

“Sing to the LORD a new song, for he has done wondrous deeds.”

Church Father Origen of Alexandria (c. 185 – c. 253) interpreted the “new song” as a prophecy of the death and resurrection of Christ. Naaman’s cleansing from leprosy and his encounter with the one true God put a new song in his heart long before the Passion of our Lord. Two millennia later, we should continue to sing this new song.

The Thankful Leper

In Luke’s Gospel (17:11-19), Jesus cleanses ten lepers, yet only one returns in gratitude with thanksgiving. He, too, having been profoundly moved by the grace of God, cannot help but make a return to the Lord, throw himself at Jesus’ feet, and offer thanksgiving. Jesus’ response may have surprised him:

“Stand up and go; your faith has saved you.”

It’s easier to remain faithful when God answers our prayers and heals us or removes suffering. But what about when illness, pain, or dilemma remains? Can we stay faithful even then, steadfast in love and trust in the Lord?

Steadfast Even in Chains

In 2 Timothy 2:12-13, St. Paul addresses this while jailed and suffering for the Gospel.

“If we persevere, we shall also reign with him. But if we deny him, he will deny us. If we are unfaithful, he remains faithful, for he cannot deny himself.”

St. Paul offers a remarkable example of uniting our crosses with the Lord’s and presenting them as intercessory prayer for the conversion of souls:

“[bearing] with everything for the sake of those who are chosen, so that they too may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus” (2 Tim 2:10).

Lessons in Suffering

I have suffered from Dyshidrotic Eczema for years. It is characterized by blistering and peeling of the skin on one’s hands and feet. During one of my most significant flares, I referred to myself as a leper. Once the disease rendered my hands useless, I found myself begging for the Lord to heal me. It took three years for those prayers to be answered. However, while I waited on the Lord, I learned many beautiful lessons. My condition presented numerous opportunities to embrace the virtues of patience, humility, and fortitude.

Once the disease left my hands, it attacked my feet, and it remains to this day. Thanks be to God, I can now accept this suffering, seeing the blessings instead of wallowing in self-pity and disappointment with how the Lord chooses to answer my prayers. I choose to focus on how my suffering can be united to intercessory prayer for others, just as St. Paul taught, especially for my loved ones who are away from the faith. I am grateful for His mercy, for allowing me to regain full use of my hands so I may live my vocation as wife, mother, Catholic writer, and social media evangelist to the fullest.

Now It’s Your Turn

How do we make a show of thanks to the Lord? Do we remain a few minutes after Mass, having just received the Eucharist—whose very meaning is thanksgiving—and offer a prayer to the Lord? When was the last time we went “glorifying God in a loud voice” and falling at the feet of Jesus to thank Him, even if only in our hearts and upon our knees? Does our behavior reflect, like Naaman’s, our faith in our good and mighty God, besides whom there is no other?

I can’t be the only one to experience these moments of seeking healing (and of the grace of prayers answered); I’d love to hear how you thank God for answered prayers or struggle with unanswered ones.

Copyright 2025 by Allison Gingras

Edited by Theresa Linden

A Heart Story

A Heart Story

Remember the blessings

I had heart surgery when I was four years old. The only things that I remember about this event are going to the hospital and taking a sip of the anesthesia. My parents have a better memory about my heart surgery. It was a scary time for them.

My heart surgery was thirty years ago, around Halloween. My parents kept track of this event. Each year they read the story aloud, reliving the emotions and touching memories. The main things that stuck in their minds were the blessings.

They remember how God strengthened us during this emotional roller coaster. They remember the people who encouraged us, comforted us, giving me gifts, and making meals. These simple blessings helped us in a variety of ways.

Acts of thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is coming! As we gather around the table and eat a nice piece of pumpkin pie (with cool whip on top), remember the graces God has bestowed on us this year.

Remember your blessings out loud together as a family. Write them down in your journal, or on a piece of paper. Put the thankful list in a place so that you can glance at it every day.

Being thankful helps us forget the hardships in life.

Psalms of praise

The book of Psalms is a wonderful example of gratitude! King David reminds us again and again to be thankful. To give praise to God, putting our hope and trust in him. To sing his blessings day after day.

Examples

Here are a couple of Psalms that mention praise and blessings.

Psalm 18: 1-3. I love you O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliver, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies.

Psalm 21: 3. For you meet him with goodly blessings; you set a crown of fine gold on his head.

These verses remind us that God is with us. He protects us in times of temptation. He guides us each day. He helps us in every situation. He loves us.

Are you struggling with something today?

God understands. He is nearby, taking care of you. He knows your fears, hopes, joys, and sorrows. He is waiting for you to come to him. You are his precious child.

Concluding thought:

As we prepare our Thanksgiving meals, remind yourself of the blessings and favors that you have received this year. The friends and family members who encouraged you, and those who helped you in both the good and bad times.

Tell God thank you for bringing these people into your life.

 

Copyright 2022 Angela Lano