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Thursday, April 28, 2011, 4:55 PM
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"The tips of the wings of the Holy Spirit will touch your mind as you work." (Quote from Catherine De Hueck Dorothy )
Catherine lived in the southern eastern part of Ontario Canada . I visited that farm many years ago . It was a farm and retreat center . Much manual work and prayer . Little chickadees ate seed in our hands . How peaceful it was .
Catherine an energenic lady was totally Spirit filled . She opened houses around the world to help the poor . None where refused hospitality . She wrote many books . I love the way she says,"The tips of the wings of the Holy Spirit will touch your mind as you work ."
Thursday, April 28, 2011, 2:12 PM
I was thinking when you get a letter from a friend is it that important that the commas , periods , colons , hyphens , ellipses
and other grammatical errors hinder your reading ? For me when a sibling writes to me I am happy to read how they are doing . I do feel irritated at times when I have to figure out what one is actually conveying .There is a dear soul that writes to me and I know she has two university degrees . She laces her writings with French and Latin as if I remember any Latin . One day we were speaking about a story we had both read . She was all taken up with the punctuation marks in English grammar . I almost laughed and I am thankful I didn't . Some day sI know I don't write as clearly as I would like to . I can't blame it on the weather . Maybe I can . The arthritis and fibromyalgia are worst on those days
Sunday, April 24, 2011, 10:02 PM
During his life on earth he offered up prayer and entreaty, aloud and in silent
tears to the one who had the power to save him out of death...he learnt to obey
through suffering; but having been made perfect, he became for all who obey him
the source of eternal salvation. (Hebrews 4)
Jesus announces to us: 'Do not be afraid. I dwell in you till the end of time
That's a friendly reminder from Henri Nouwen . I think we have to hold on to the fact . Jesus indeed lives in us . Realizing that we have better days .
Sunday, April 24, 2011, 9:51 PM
How many times
can I say I love you
feeling the fear
that only Jesus
can give , cling
to me , my child
and I will free you
Saturday, April 23, 2011, 10:37 PM
Nothing can survive a crucifixion! He will never rise again! Is that true? Can one rise from the dead? Does not the very fact that He was born in a stranger's cave and buried in a stranger's grave prove that human birth and death are equally foreign to Him? Look about at nature. Is not the springtime the Easter Day of the Good Friday of winter? Has not all death within itself the germs of life? Does not the falling rain bud the greenery? Does not the falling acorn bud the tree? Why should all creation rise from the dead and not the Redeemer of creation? - Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen (1895-1979)
I lived in a tomb for years . It was very dark indeed . How do I explain ? Was it the abuse ? Was it lack of instruction on what the Word of God tells all of us ? I think it was a lack of love . I can't think of a way I could have moved out of the darkness without feeling some love /acceptance. Why do we call ourselves Christians ? They will know we are Christians by our Love .A true Christian has the love of God within .
Saturday, April 23, 2011, 9:54 PM
What a retreat it had been . How fortunate to have had a retreat master . Father Jack was an older man , quick, severe in some ways He did have a temper probably due to his Irish descent. He did radiate with a ready smile when he welcomed us . We met in a convent and he spoke to us of Saint Ignatius of Loyola . I acquired a profound liking for this saint . I would speak to him occasionally .
The retreat was based on specific scripture . I let the WOrd of God permeate me . I t was quite the journey and I am profoundly grateful for having had the opportunity to grow with this priest and friends . Some of these people are still in my life . That retreat came to an end on Easter morning . We had been told to take a picture of the rising sun on that day . I was outside by myself wondering if the sun would rise . My youngest son came to sit with me while I contemplated the sky . He saw the struggle and nudged me to trust . God is here , Mom .
And today I know that God is here . The Spirit of God truly moved me during that retreat that lasted a year . I truly experienced his love and care . I did shed tears and that was a gift .
Saturday, April 23, 2011, 9:16 PM
We all share a common humanity; we do not need to win in order to exist. We are not fully independent. Other people are not rivals but partners. The purpose of life, then, is not to climb up the ladder, trampling on those we leave behind, but to help each person to discover his or her unique place in the body of the community, to recognize each person's gifts but also their particular difficulties.
The abpve is by Jean Vanier . To recognize the gifts but also their particular difficulties . For me that means that I have to know myself before I can help another . Knowing my difficulties and bringing them to Jesus in time I can see myself differently . I must say I have more confidence in myself since the Baptism in the Holy Spirit . Praying and praising daily keeps me going
Friday, April 22, 2011, 10:16 PM
She was svelte
Married at nineteen
A farm girl
With a grade eight education
She had worked
In a creamery
Her folks had cows
They sold the cream
The owner's son
Had eyes for her
Too poor for a dowry
She married a farmer
Who had migrated
to northern Canada
He was strong
Most honest in his dealings
She had a difficult life
She loved her family
Worked harder than a man
Fed the livestock
Her children also
She made potato pies
When the pantry
Was near empty
She did what had to be done
Sewed into the night
So I had a top to go to school
She was my mother
I still have doubts
About my birth
That's another story
I have never been sure
Of my real identity
Years of lies impacts a person
Doudts arise and you no longer know
Who you really are .
In Jesus I know I am loved
Friday, April 22, 2011, 9:29 PM
I saw in front of me a big cross..., I thought that my sacrifice was nothing in comparison to His.
I offered myself entirely and I do not withdraw the given word.
God's will whatever it may be, this is my joy, my happiness, my peace.
I will never be able to thank enough.
I cannot say but these words: 'My God, your Glory'.
- Blessed Maria Gabriella (1914-1939) Memorial day April 23
And I would say knowing the Holy Spirit is my joy , my happiness and my peace . Turmoil we will have . Lets keep our eyes on Jesus .
Friday, April 22, 2011, 8:56 PM
He was a cobbler and so much more
Watching him intently
His physiognomy spoke volumes
Meticulous he was in his work
The soft tears rolling down his cheeks
A feeling of being present
Was it prayer or resignation
Poverty can keep one close to God
Poor he was in material things
A cobbler for a smal village
His home a one and a haft brick paper house
Ice cold in the winter
On rain days the roof leaked
Hard working during the week
On the railroad far from family
Those days are done with
Now he has a room in a mansion
Jesus is with him
His name was Joe