He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
If you say it, live it for all time and for all eternity.
Month: November 2018
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Our Lady of Fatima in 1917 called for the conversion of Russia, or else Russia would spread Her errors. In 1920, Russian Soviet Republic became the first country in the world to allow abortion in all circumstances.
REPENT REPENT REPENT
End abortion. End the Holocaust.
PARDON PRAYER
My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love Thee! I beg pardon for those who do not believe, do not adore, do not hope and do not love Thee. Amen.
Delivered by the Angel of Peace during the First Apparition of the Angel to the three shepherd children of Fatima in spring of 1916.
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“Having given myself wholly to God, I renounced for the love of Him, everything that was not He and began to live as if there was none but He and I in the world”
Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection
My faith is in our Lord. I will not leave Him nor His church. No matter what the “experts” may say, as the knowledge of the “experts” changes daily, but Wisdom is eternal.
“Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you [falsely] because of me.
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”
I do not promote the link to this article, but stand with our Lord and pray for all who can identify with what is being said in it.
If your faith is shaken, then you may be being called to place your complete and total faith and trust in our LORD and not anything nor anyone else!
2018: The year of losing our religion
Holy Mary,
Obtain for me the help that I need,
to do my very best
using all the powers within me
and all the talents and skills I posses,
according to my possibilities,
to fulfill God´s plan
in every circumstance of my life.
Amen -
I was picking up some dinner through a drive through tonight, when a man walked up to the car in front of me in line. As she placed her order, he handed her a card. She took it and handed it back to him and drove to pick up her food.
It was my turn. As I ordered the food for my family and I ordered him some as well. He handed me a card. The card was ancient. The print was not new. Being in the printing industry for close to 20 years in my past, I could see it was not something new, but probably found in a dumpster and passed around for some time.
On the card: “Hello! I am a deaf mute and I am trying to make a living. If you can help me, thank you.”
I began to look through my purse, knowing I didn’t have anything but some change and I pulled out my hand full of lose change. Mixed in with the change, was a small Crucifix that I had intended to place on a rosary in back in May that I had designed for someone.
I reached my hand out the window, handed the man his card back, placing the change in his hand, and then placing the Crucifix on top of it all. At that very moment, I wanted this mans face perk up, his shoulders drop and looked me square in the face and said, “Oh MY! Its beautiful! I love it!
I asked him his name and he told me. I told him that I had ordered him food. I had noticed he was very nervous. I pulled forward to pay and as I was speaking to the women in the window, he made sure to tell her, no guacamole. She looked at me, a little disgusted, as one could tell, she was not thrilled to have him bothering her customers.
A line of cars began to form behind me, as I spent time with Tyrone at the drive through window, waiting for his food, and mine. He had told me, someone else had bought him a sandwich also, and he was very happy. The woman in the window handed me the food, and I handed him his. He thanked me again, and I told Tyrone that I would pray for him as he continued to look at the Crucifix. As I placed my food to the side in my car, Tyrone walked away from the restaurant, and crossed the street.
I knew this man was homeless, as I had seen him for the past two days, sleeping on the ground, behind a strip mall in an alley, that runs adjacent to my Parish. He had been bothering my thoughts for the past two days. No, he wasn’t mute. No he wasn’t deaf. But he sure is starving for our Lord. He was all I could give to him.
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I just received this beautiful reflective poem from one of my OCarm sisters of the Third Order, and I know it is not mine to keep. I must share it with you all, as I am sure you are also suffering in one way or another in this world we have come to understand as exile.
I am not sure who wrote it, as it is a variation from a Trappist Monk, but it surely speaks to me. I pray for you and I hope in all your suffering, you look deeply at our Lord in His, joining all of your suffering to His.
There He hangs — pale figure pinned against the wood.
God grant that I could love Him as I really know I should.I draw a little closer to share that love Divine
And almost hear Him whisper, “Ah foolish child of Mine!If I should now embrace you,
My hands would stain you red.
And if I leaned to whisper,
The thorns would pierce your head.”And then I knew in silence that love demands a price
‘Twas then I learned that suffering is but the kiss of Christ.God bless you.
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Day of wrath! O day of mourning!
See fulfilled the prophets’ warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning!Oh what fear man’s bosom rendeth,
when from heaven the Judge descendeth,
on whose sentence all dependeth.Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;
through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth;
all before the throne it bringeth.Death is struck, and nature quaking,
all creation is awaking,
to its Judge an answer making.Lo! the book, exactly worded,
wherein all hath been recorded:
thence shall judgment be awarded.When the Judge his seat attaineth,
and each hidden deed arraigneth,
nothing unavenged remaineth.What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
when the just are mercy needing?King of Majesty tremendous,
who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us!Think, good Jesus, my salvation
cost thy wondrous Incarnation;
leave me not to reprobation!Faint and weary, thou hast sought me,
on the cross of suffering bought me.
shall such grace be vainly brought me?Righteous Judge! for sin’s pollution
grant thy gift of absolution,
ere the day of retribution.Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
all my shame with anguish owning;
spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!Thou the sinful woman savedst;
thou the dying thief forgavest;
and to me a hope vouchsafest.Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
rescue me from fires undying!With thy favored sheep O place me;
nor among the goats abase me;
but to thy right hand upraise me.While the wicked are confounded,
doomed to flames of woe unbounded
call me with thy saints surrounded.Low I kneel, with heart submission,
see, like ashes, my contrition;
help me in my last condition.Ah! that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning
man for judgment must prepare him;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest,
grant them thine eternal rest. Amen.
Peg Pondering Again 