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It Is The Thought


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“And the Word became flesh-

and made his dwelling among us,

and we saw his glory,

the glory as of the Father’s only Son,

full of grace and truth.”

 

This Christmas, my husband surprised me with a gift only our Lord could inspire him to get me. One which will be shared with two thousand souls.

As I have been going through testing for MS, my doctor placed me on a diet. One I was not thrilled about. Its completely gluten free. No flour of any kind that contained any wheat. Not to test me for celiac disease, but to see if I have a sensitivity to gluten which may be causing any of the symptoms I may be having. One of the issues I had with this diet, was that I would not be able to receive our Lord in the Eucharist. I can, however, receive Him through the Sacred Blood, which is available at my parish.

The day I had gotten home from the doctor, just a few days before my birthday, I had told my husband about the strict diet. I let him know my thoughts about the whole thing and I wasn’t exactly happy about not being able to receive our Lord, nor have birthday cake, nor anything through Christmas with flour in it. It was only temporary, but the timing of this, was not exactly the best, or so I thought.

Since this last bout of what ever this may be has come about in June,  I have noticed a beautiful change in my husband, in which he as become very attentive and caring, pulling the two of us much closer than we had ever been at any time in our marriage.

For the past few weeks on this strange diet I had been very good. I have been avoiding everything so we could see just how much of a change would take place. I made cookies and all sorts of sweets for Christmas, offering up the fact that I couldn’t even taste them. This is only a temporary diet, and by my next doctor appointment, I will be able to have what I could not, again.

On Christmas Morning, as we were opening up gifts, my husband handed me my stocking. I pulled out two boxes and looked at them with a puzzled look on my face. I couldn’t tell what they were. My husband looked at me and said, “I know you would NEVER buy them for yourself, so I wanted to get them for you, because I know how important it is. I don’t know if they are okay to use, and I’m not sure they can be, because I know there are rules, but I wanted you to have them.”.  He then preceded to tell me they were two boxes of hosts. Although, gluten free hosts.

My jaw must have hit the floor when he told me what he had done for me. In that very moment, it was as if our Lord was speaking to me. I didn’t know what to say. I was in awe at the gift. This gift meant everything to me. Granted, they can not be used, as there are strict stipulations on Communion Bread in the Catholic Church. I looked at my husband as if I was looking into the eyes of our Lord. The love that consumed me at that very moment, will never be forgotten.

As the day progressed, the thought of this gift inflamed my heart so deep in love. I looked at them, pondering our Lord, opened them and seen the ingredients, knowing full well at that moment, they were not usable for Catholic Mass. So driven by love, we purchased two boxes of usable Hosts with wheat, and when they are delivered, we will give them to our parish as a gift of our Lord that will be shared with all.

Merry Christmas! 

 

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Dies Irae


 

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.

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True Joy As I Wake


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This morning as I was just waking, I was dreaming and all the demons in hell were demanding me to get out.
I heard a voice telling me to walk through the door. The door was closed and I didn’t know how to open it. So I walked through it as it was still closed. And the SECOND I did, I was in the locked room with the Apostles and it was the very moment our Lord said PEACE!

I woke and fixed my gaze on the photo of our Lord in the Eucharist. Its a BEAUTIFUL Joyful Day! The peace of our Lord is still here.

The oddest thing about this dream, were the suffering demons. All the suffering they had, all their complaints were so trivial. So senseless. For the ones I pondered were so nonsensical I found it laughable because it was so obviously self inflicted and a complete denial of reality and His grace.

Upon waking, to see our Lord in the Eucharist, in a photo on my dresser, combined with the joy I had of being in that room with Him in that dream, caused me to wake like a child on Christmas morning. I could NOT wait to enter into prayers and attend Holy Mass. He is THE gift! No dreaming, but His Real Presence! I found such great concentration in my prayers today and that is something I had been missing as my attention has been focused on my illness.

I wanted to share this today, because this is what I can do. I hope it brings His joy to souls today.

EDIT TO ADD 10/29/2018

“Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut. I know you have but little power, and yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name” (Rev. 3:8).

And this morning, just before I wake, the dreaming was all about BAKED FISH. An abundance of baked fish that not one soul could even remotely consume for ones self. And it was GOOD!

Today’s Gospel

Gospel LK 13:10-17

Jesus was teaching in a synagogue on the sabbath.
And a woman was there who for eighteen years
had been crippled by a spirit;
she was bent over, completely incapable of standing erect.
When Jesus saw her, he called to her and said,
“Woman, you are set free of your infirmity.”
He laid his hands on her,
and she at once stood up straight and glorified God.
But the leader of the synagogue,
indignant that Jesus had cured on the sabbath,
said to the crowd in reply,
“There are six days when work should be done.
Come on those days to be cured, not on the sabbath day.”
The Lord said to him in reply, “Hypocrites!
Does not each one of you on the sabbath
untie his ox or his ass from the manger
and lead it out for watering?
This daughter of Abraham,
whom Satan has bound for eighteen years now,
ought she not to have been set free on the sabbath day
from this bondage?”
When he said this, all his adversaries were humiliated;
and the whole crowd rejoiced at all the splendid deeds done by him.

 

 

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Pure JOY Through Suffering


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The 21’st of September, 1996, was the day I realized I was about to lose my dad to lung cancer, and he entered eternal life on the feast of St. Padre Pio, two days later. It was the day I would come to realized, I was adopted by our Lord. Suffering brings JOY.

At his side, on his bed, I said out loud, I need to change my life. The life I was living, to quote our Holy Father, was “kaka”.

Anyway, someone had posted this tweet and it stirred in me. I remember. I remember it well. From death, to new life. Today, I sing.

Notice the picture in this post: A Leopard In The Well and reflect on what our LORD has done.

Repent and believe

Ephesians 2 

St. Padre Pio, pray for us.

The song? The song? “September” is a song by the American band Earth, Wind & Fire. It was recorded during the sessions for their album I Am

“Do you remember
The 21st night of September?
Love was changin’ the minds of pretenders
While chasin’ the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin’
In the key that our souls were singin’
As we danced in the night, remember
How the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah yeah yeah”

 

St. Matthew Prayer

O Glorious St. Matthew, in your Gospel you portray Jesus as the longed-for Messiah who fulfilled the Prophets of the Old Covenant and as the new Lawgiver who founded a Church of the New Covenant.
Obtain for us the grace to see Jesus living in his Church and to follow his teachings in our lives on earth so that we may live forever with him in heaven.

Edit to add:

As I was heading to bed just now, I heard music coming from outside… Someone finally gets it… The echo of September, somehow, somewhere. Thank you Lord.

 

 

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The Fruit Of Righteous Anger


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A thing about broken trust & silence – The entire thing with broken trust, is that when the trust is broken, it doesn’t matter what one says, but rather what one does (actions) to fix the trust. When trust is broken, do we believe what we are hearing from the one who has broken the trust? Or, do we respond better over time with the actions they have taken? We can demand an answer, BUT if the answer is silence? Will we be satisfied? Or do we demand an answer that WE want to hear?

For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon!’ – “The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they say, ‘Here is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners.’ But wisdom is proved right by her deeds.” Matt 11:18-19

Because often times, we don’t like to hear things that may hurt and react in ways that are NOT the fruits of righteous anger.

What is the fruit of righteous anger?

 

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Solitude And Trust


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Make straight the way of the Lord‘” (John 1:23)

When we think of solitude, we often have fear of some desolate confinement as in a prison, or state of bleak and dismal emptiness. When we are separated from our Lord, it is, but when we are not, and trust in Him, it becomes a wonder filled place of extreme joy. The interior of the soul can be a beat up dirty place, but our Lord is there to help you clean it up, and decorate your life with all that good.

The very meaning of  blessed “solitude” is that of peace. “O blessed solitude,” exclaims St. Jerome, “in which God with loving condescension deals familiarly with chosen souls!” It is in this place, the soul leans on humility and not pride, coming to grips with that which is not right and just, is cast out, if we respond as our Holy Mother, and her humility, “let it be done to me according to your word”. It is the place which we learn as St. John the Baptist, how to let the me, step aside and allow Him to complete. ‘He must increase, but I must decrease.”

Solitude is a place for which I have come to enjoy, in which all the excitement within my soul, good and bad, becomes still, (Psalm 46:10) and places a firm Trust, in our Lord. Heeding to His Way, Life and Truth, casting aside what may be my own diversions and disorders. It is the heart of pure contemplation in which the pure heart, most certainly sees her Lord.

When trust is broken among family, friends, co-workers, religious leaders, presidents, children and even spouses, we can take courage in knowing that when we place our trust FIRMLY in our Lord, it is only He who has never broken the trust. We find Him always where we left Him. Waiting for us.

“I don’t trust you” has become a chant in every day life to which I can say in love, Good! Don’t trust me. Look to our Lord and remember His Word, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You trust in God, trust also in me”. 

`Come away with me. Let us go alone to a quiet place and rest for a while.’ “Our Hearts are Restless Until They Rest in You” From the Confessions Saint Augustine of Hippo. “Pray without ceasing.”

In the midst of chaos and troubles, He is there to quiet the storm within the soul.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight” – Proverbs 3:5-6

In all the times we find ourselves “feeling” so alone and no one is there to help. Call on our Lord, He is with you always.

 

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O Beauty Ever Ancient, Ever New


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I couldn’t sleep. So I found a moment, spending time with one of my favorites, on his feast day. We were walking through how St. Augustine Florida got its name. And of course, our Lord brings me His peace, in teaching me that rivals and political fighting have always been things of worldly souls.

Don Pedro Menéndez de Avilés was sent by Spain (Catholic) to protect Spanish interests as international rivalries began to play out across the Atlantic. France (Huguenots) were to be expelled. In finding this, quite interesting by the way, it brought me comfort in the way in how when we look at our past, in Truth, the more things change, the more our Lord stays the same.

“In retrospect, the decision to name the town St. Augustine seems to have been a fitting one. During its history of over 450 years, the town, like its namesake, has experienced its share of struggles. St. Augustine has been burned and looted on several occasions by pirates, hostile natives and rival Europeans. It has changed hands from country to country four times(!). During the civil rights movement, it was the location of numerous protests and counter attacks.”

And yet, remained named St. Augustine. How many attacks have we, the Church faced over the 2000 year history? How many struggles? And yet, she remains because our Lord remains.

“Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.”

St. Augustine of Hippo, pray for us

And now, rest.

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