“Our Lord spent 30 years of His life obeying, three years teaching, three hours redeeming! But how did He redeem? Suppose a golden chalice is stolen from an altar and beaten into a large ash tray. Before that gold can be returned to the altar, it must be thrown into a fire, where the dross is burned away; then the chalice must be recast, and finally blessed and restored to its holy use. Sinful man is like that chalice which was delivered over to profane uses. He lost his Godlike resemblance and his high destiny as a child of God. So our blessed Lord took unto Himself a human nature, making it stand for all of us, plunged it into the fires of Calvary to have the dross of sin burned and purged away. Then, by rising from the dead, He became the new head of the new humanity, according to which we are all to be patterned. The cross reveals that unless there is a Good Friday in our lives, there will never be an Easter Sunday. Unless there is a crown of thorns, there will never be the halo of light. Unless there is the scourged body, there will never be a glorified one. Death to the lower self is the condition of resurrection to the higher self. The world says to us, as it said to Him on the cross: ‘Come down, and we will believe!’ But if He came down, He never would have saved us. It is human to come down; it is divine to hang there. A broken heart, O Saviour of the world, is love’s best cradle! Smite my own, as Moses did the rock, that Thy love may enter in!” – Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen (The Fifteen Mysteries)
A blessed and glorious Easter to all.
May our Lord Jesus Christ, roll away the stones from our hearts and those of the entire world this Easter and replace them with His Flesh and Blood. Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my faith, trust and hope in You through the Immaculate Heart of our Holy Mother Mary. Amen
The other night, I was printing off my Divine Office prayers to pray before bed and I ran out of ink. I was left with white sheets of paper and no words. I seen the red ink tank was full and changed all the prayers from black to red and printed them off and went into my room to pray.
As I looked at the prayers, I was taken by the red words and remembered, every word of our Lord was written with the Finger of God, in the most Precious Blood of our Lord. I was awe-struck that such a simple daily task as printing out my prayers for the evening had turned into a beautiful reflection on the cost of our freedom all through the Holy Spirit.
Every letter of every word, a single droplet of His precious blood, feeding our spiritual development as children of God in the womb of the Holy Church, through the umbilical cord of faith in Him.
I just had to share this. Glory and honor to God.
“That in the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those that are in heaven, on earth, and under the earth” (Philippians 2:10).
Iēsous! Iēsous! How I love Thee!
Yeshūa! Yeshūa! To You I give all!
Jesus! Jesus! My God, my King!
“Then Jesus said to his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.” Matthew 16:24
Its an order, not a suggestion for salvation. Pick up your cross and follow Him. He is the road map to salvation. He is the road. He is the way and the truth and the light. He is Jesus Christ. He is the only way to the Father. He is life.
In order to defeat evil, Christ shows us the way. The battle of good VS evil is a “Civil War” of good & evil in each individual soul that needs to be won for the common good of all humanity and can be because of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. It is a “Civil War” in each soul that makes itself known in our actions towards one another. If you love sin and the evil inside how can you love one another as He so loves us? The battle is raging inside and is need of attention because its spilling onto the streets of society.
The war is not with your “neighbor” but yourself.
As I attended Mass this morning, I quickly discovered, today would be the last day until Sunday to See my Lord in Adoration. All the Eucharist were distributed at the end of Mass and I was blessed to receive Him four times! Although my cup runneth over, I can not run to Him for He is not there…. It was the kiss good by but not forever. Until the day of Glory is at hand… after the passion. I just returned from mass, and I already miss Him.
“Yahweh is my rock and my fortress, my deliverer is my God. I take refuge in him, my rock, my shield, my saving strength, my stronghold, my place of refuge” Psalms – Chapter 18 2
I no longer exist. The “Me” I used to be, is dead. I can only live through Christ. Everything I do is for our Lord. One Love, one sacrifice, one Glory all His. The pains I experience throughout my life are now nothing. His sacrifice is everything. He is my all. He is my Lord Jesus Christ.
My soul is so entangled with the True Vine, there is no escape from the love I have been consumed by. He chokes out all evil and the soul becomes captivated to only Him. All the love I can give is trumped by His love. Through His love for each soul, a new universe is created for each. When this happens, the explosion of the senses is overwhelming that no words exist to describe it. The interior of my being is all consumed by Him. The solitude on the outside can only be what our Lord also experienced in the garden of Gethsemane, and through His life as man. Knowing full, our existence here in physical body is terminal for now but our soul is His for eternity, to be united to His becoming one body. The beauty and fullness is one that I can only shout from the rooftops and hope the world opens up to Him and tosses away the physical and holds on tight to the true spiritual nature of Our King.
I wait and work in this world, in this body for Him. Every time you empty yourself and hand him all the LOVE you can find, He returns with ten times more to you that can not be matched. It is not based on just “Believing” but rather FACT He is King of Glory. My place of refuge is in my RISEN LORD.
I apologize but I can not hold back today, the LOVE I have for my LORD.
“I called to Yahweh in my anguish, I cried for help to my God; from his Temple he heard my voice, my cry came to his ears.”