Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love. Send forth your Spirit and they shall be created. And You shall renew the face of the earth.
O, God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit, did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the same Holy Spirit we may be truly wise and ever enjoy His consolations, Through Christ Our Lord, Amen.
May we all unwrap the heavenly gifts of the most gracious Holy Spirit, use them all for the glory of God, be grateful and give thanks to our Lord Jesus Christ, for the gift of Himself, to us.
Ever have one of those days when you wake up in total love & hope in the Lord? When you “feel” like nothing can stop you! Then the rest of your family gets out of bed…..and the test begins.
And you fail…. the “Oral” part of the test. BUT what the true grace is here from our Lord, is that He woke you up early to pray and spend time with Him so that when this test came, you could see it for what is was even if it is after the fact, and know He is still there bringing you through it. He also informs you that He will be waiting for you at St. Joseph Cathedral for Lunch (Mass) and its Tuesday so the Confessional is open AND KNOW THIS – you will be Re-tested over and over again, as many times as it takes until you pass.
I have been trying, for so many years to explain how my conversion has been. Back in 1998, I can say with my heart, my conversion began similarly as Saul’s on the road to Damascus. I had faith in God, but did not know how to apply it. I had faith in Jesus Christ, but I did not know Him. I had faith in the Holy Spirit, but I did not understand it. I knew of Mama Mary, but I didn’t trust it my feelings on her role in the life of the Church. I was wrong about most of the things I knew.
The other night, God granted me the ability to put it into words to a good friend, who was sitting in vigil with me at another very good friends hospital bed, as we waited for our Lord to take him home. I would love to say I had a vision way back then, but it wasn’t. I would love to say it was a dream, but it wasn’t. Someone came to me in 1998 and told me many things. Things that have come to pass. I don’t know the future, I only know it in retrospect to what was told to me. Its as if our Lord called me in, threw me a pass back in 1998 and every day of my life as been since, running for the touchdown as the ball is heading to me. One day I will know who it was but for now, I can only understand it as where it has brought me.
I stayed with my friend until our Lord took him home and can only see now, the ball, although I have bobbled it many times since it has been thrown, it is in my hands and I am continuing to the end zone.
Mama Mary is a major part of this life. I can easily view my conversion through her eyes. Keeping most of this in my heart, growing in faith and humility. Turning most of what I see, hear and do, inside. Looking inward in order to see better outward. You see, the friend that passed was the husband of another good friend who passed only a month earlier. He was the president of the Legion of Mary that I now belong to. His life was a shinning example of faith. He was a convert through his wife to the Catholic Faith. Which gives me so much hope. Day by day, second by second, in time, our Lords time, I will reach the end zone.
“Mary brought in a pound of very costly ointment, pure nard, and with it anointed the feet of Jesus, wiping them with her hair; the house was filled with the scent of the ointment. Then Judas Iscariot — one of his disciples, the man who was to betray him-said, ‘Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?’
He said this, not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he was in charge of the common fund and used to help himself to the contents. So Jesus said, ‘Leave her alone; let her keep it for the day of my burial.
You have the poor with you always, you will not always have me.’
How many times we find ourselves at the feet of our Lord and yet hold back from “Breaking The Jar” that contains our hearts and the love we have for Him, in fear that someone might say something. We need to pour our souls on His feet every day to do His will.