Daily Archives: July 15, 2012

The Spanish Mass

Being a mother, unexpected blessings from God come at times in your life, in events, you would and could never expect. Today I am the mom of two sick children and the wife of a husband that works on Sundays. It looked as if getting to Mass today, was going to be impossible. “For with God nothing shall be impossible”.

As the hours of this morning ticked away, I realized Mass after Mass was ending and I had not gone. I thought about how I was going to get to confession, although I knew being the caretaker in the family, I had an excuse not to go. But it just didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t bring my little one with a 104 temperature to Mass let alone anywhere without knowing the only place she belonged was in bed. My seven year old wasn’t feeling well either. The night before, I had asked my husband if he could get off work an hour earlier so I could go to Mass and he said it was out of the question. I was a little upset with him because that hour less of work I was asking for was on overtime. He opens on Sundays and on a normal day, would be home by four o’clock. Mass didn’t start until 5:30.

Later this afternoon, I looked up the readings for the day and pondered them. I read the Gospel and pondered it and thought about how I had been going to Latin Masses and didn’t speak Latin. How hard could it be for me to attend the Spanish Mass when I don’t know any Spanish? Besides, I could offer up this Mass in reparation for those who place work first. I thought maybe by attending, I could somehow stop a sin that might have been caused. The Spanish Mass was at 7:00 PM and I had plenty of time to feed the family and attend after my husband got home.

I got to Mass and went directly to the Adoration Chapel to thank our Lord for the grace and drive to attend this particular Mass and went into the main Church and prayed until just before it began. I heard the Voice in my heart to check my purse for my prayer book. I did and knew then, to follow along in English. I also noticed I had a copy of Magnificat and could use that for the English translation of the Liturgy. I was set and ready for Mass. It began and I was in awe. I didn’t notice at the time that I had sat down that I was sitting right next to the statue of St. Therese of Lisieux. I giggled a bit and was (jokingly) glad I sat down next to someone else who did not speak the language, but thanked her in prayer for being there with me. I tried to sing in Spanish and the key word is tried. It was so enjoyable! I loved it. Attending this Mass opened up an entirely new door and I can not thank our Lord enough for inspiring me to go. We can have a thousand excuses not to attend mass but when we use the ten thousand excuses to go, it changes everything and is a fast furious blow to the head of the evil one.

The Homily came and I sat and watched. I had attended many Masses in English with this particular priest and was never as moved as today. I always thought maybe he had some spiritual issues and didn’t enjoy his calling. It never dawned on me that it was nothing more then a language barrier I was seeing. I had never seen him so much in love with our Lord. His movements, hand gestures and facial expressions were coming from is heart without any trace of stumbling over the correct translation into English. I slowly understood my ideas of him were completely wrong. Although I couldn’t understand a word of his Homily, our Lord was teaching me Homily I needed to see for myself. No matter what language the mass is in, its always presented and performed in the dialect of Love. I had the books to translate, I know the Mass in English. There is no barrier in language. There is no excuse not to attend anymore when I have sick children. Our Lord has opened up a new door for me. Breaking down language barriers along with the ethnic ones united us completely through His Love. Everywhere in the world, no matter what country, the Catholic Mass is always and has always been presented in a language understood simply as love.

¡Viva Cristo Rey!

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Escorting Souls To Our Lord


This picture is called “Escorting Souls to Heaven” by Howard David Johnson.

By praying for the dying, we are in fact walking that soul as far as we can home, to our Lord..

A few months ago, I was with a good friend who was passing on from this world, to eternal life. I sat at his bedside and through our Lord, managed to break the selfish bonds I had attached to him. I started to pray. There were a few souls in the room with him at this time who were conversing about the old days when our friend was in better shape and spirits. Rather then continue in the small talk, I listened to the voice telling me to get to work. In doing so, quickly recruited them to pray with me.

I opened my purse and grabbed the rosary given to me that belonged to my mother, after she had passed away. Along with the rosary, I grabbed a pamphlet that contained the prayers for Divine Mercy given to Saint Faustina by our Lord. The second I began to pray, I could feel something like a hammer smashing all selfishness of fear of breaking up the party, and getting down to work as to why I was there in the first place. I wasn’t called to this mans bedside for a party with friends we had in common. No. I was there to ensure he had an escort home to our Lord.

When my mother passed away many years ago, I sat at her bedside with my brothers and sisters crying not only for losing her, but understanding now that I had grown attached to her and was mourning for my loss rather then praying for her gain. I wasted all that time at her side for myself, rather then in prayer for her soul.

While at my friends side, later that first night, deep in prayer, I could see his fear melt away. He went from slashing his arms around, to holding tight. At this time he was semi conscious and I noticed he faintly started to pray with me. I could hear ever so slightly at times when I would recite the Hail Mary, him reaching for the words from a very deep place in his heart. Using all his might to hang on to each word in a faint whisper with all his strength. I stayed with my friend until 3:30 AM when a word of peace came to my heart. I knew our Lord was telling me to go home and rest as my friends condition was not changing.

I got home and fell asleep on my couch. Not even changing into pajamas. I managed to get a couple hours of rest and quickly woke at 7 AM, with that inner voice in my heart calling to me to get to the hospital. I entered the hospital and to my friends bedside before 7:45. I immediately began to pray the Divine Mercy chaplet. Before I could finish, while half way through the fifth chaplet, my friend Fred’s soul was handed over to our Lord. I finished the Chaplet, said good by and left my friends body satisfied, knowing there will be more time to gather with friends to reminisce about the good old days when he was here.

There was a story recently sent to me about a group of people would would sit with the dying who did not have family to sit with them as they were passing on called “No One Dies Alone“. I was deeply saddened to read this article as the group was just there sitting and holding hands with them. Although they were showing them mercy, no prayers were offered as the group did not believe in God. A snip from the article:

Barbara Farkas is certain about what happens after death. It is the end, she says; there is no heaven, no hell, no journey that lies ahead. Her conviction hasn’t changed, no matter how many times she has sat with the dying.

Well Barbara Farkas, I am certain that there is God, heaven, hell and eternal life. I know this for fact. It was the voice of my Lord that woke me to go and attend to my friend. “In death, the body separates from the soul, the human body decays, and the soul goes to meet God, while awaiting its reunion with its glorified body” (C 997). Death, judgment, heaven and hell, the last things we all will go through. I pray and ask my readers to pray for Barbara Farkas that her heart be converted, That she may, through the Immaculate heart of Mary, to the Sacred Heart of our Lord, give Him the glory and honor of the work she is doing, rather then seek it for her own. It is not her thoughts that are driving her, but that of our Lord. I pray she sees Him working in her by doing this soon.

So often we hear of such story’s, I can’t help but see through the medias attempt to sterilize the death of a human being and equate it to that of a death of a pet. Or even to launch a preemptive strike on our morals again to push for making euthanasia for people acceptable. Call it knowing the truth in the spin cycle of this article. You see, euthanasia is legal in Oregon and the first thing we read in this article is:

Volunteering to aid terminal patients at a hospital, a woman finds patience, calm and compassion she didn’t know she had. No One Dies Alone started in Oregon in 2001 and has spread across the country.

Just in time for the government through Obamacare to pass its next law in support of euthanasia. I know its coming down to putting our elderly to sleep like animals because they cost to much to keep alive. The more I pondered this, the more I couldn’t get the idea of a future government agency or private group of “Death Watchers” out of my thoughts. Can’t make it to your loved ones death bed? NO PROBLEM we will sit with them because we understand how important it is for you to go to work and how much of an inconvenience it must be for a loved one to be dying when your vacation is scheduled. Think about it. Its just one more step into hell for this nation.
One snip from the article is here:

She sympathizes with families who can’t be at the hospital when a relative dies. Some live too far away or can’t take time from their jobs or find their estrangements, no matter the circumstances, too hard to bridge. For others, death is just too painful to watch.

My friend Fred was just shy of his 90th birthday. His wife had passed away a few weeks earlier who’s only living relative was a niece who just “didn’t get along” with Fred. I had many differences with Fred also, but understand we are to love our neighbor as our self and knew, I needed to be there to walk him home. To be his body guard on the way home. Take it to the bank. There is a heaven. There is a hell. There most certainly is God and we will ALL be held accountable for our actions and lack there of.

Ensure your last times with your loved ones are spent in prayer. Give them a the most precious going away gift money could never buy. Pray for them before they leave you, pray over them and never stop praying for them after they have left. Walk them as far home to our Lord as you can, not away from Him.

Most Merciful Jesus, lover of souls, I pray Thee, by the agony of Thy Most Sacred Heart and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, to wash in Thy Most Precious Blood the sinners of the world who are now in their agony, and who will die today. Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have mercy on the dying. Amen.

St Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us all. I beg of Thee to put an end to all selfish desires this world has, and convert the hearts of those who try to mask selfish deeds. May my Lord allow them to see Your face O Lord in the dying and the elderly that they may come to understand how all life is a gift from the Father and respect all life all souls as your possessions; never forgetting it is God alone who decides when any life ends. Amen

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