Stuck With Me


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Not much to say today as I have been very busy. Actually I have tons to say but how to do place every action of your life in Christ in words and still have time to do His work. There isn’t enough time nor paper in the world to register the amount and quality of the time I have with Him.

Yesterday was a beautiful day. At the 8 AM Mass, I felt a deep connection with not only the Gospel (Mk 5:1-20)but also with my priests Homily. I could see my life flashing before my eyes with ever word spoken. It’s something to be able to say you can place yourself in the Gospels, but quite another to see your life playing out as they are being spoken. I could see myself as the man from the tombs with the unclean spirit. In constant agony, afraid to leave the dead with the dead. Living in the past, unable to accept our Lords forgiveness and the progression of time and my life. I know this to be how I used to live. I know our Lord came to me as He did just like the man in the tombs. When it came time to tell my family how He changed me and cured me, they were so upset with me. They thought I had lost my mind. (I forgive them, I love them & pray for them and know in my heart our Lord will tell them Himself one day.)

While walking up to Communion, I still pondered the Gospel. I did notice one striking difference in my case. Our Lord never left me. He never left me alone with the family that rejected Him, or the changes He had made in my life. He was still standing right next to me. With that, in my heart I heard Him speak to me the words; “You’re stuck with me”.

As I moved closer to receive Him in the Eucharist, my priest handed Him to me and as soon as I received HIm consuming HIm, I noticed TWO were stuck together. I couldn’t hold back a few tears of joy and a slight squeal that came from my joy. I am so in love with Him.

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  1. It is the same in all cultures – there are those who love god to distraction – Mira the Indian mystic poet was ostrasized by her family for her unique love for God, they sought to poisen her spring cobras on her – but she prevailed drinking the cup of poison which according to tradition did not kill her but turned miraculously into nector.

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