Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Little consolations are BIG in my heart and soul

I posted this a year ago, regarding stained glass windows: "When you let the sun shine through, it becomes more stunning.

When you let the Son shine through you, you become more brilliant. When His Light shines, you are even more beautiful, starting from the inside out.  Your face becomes a beacon for His Love; your joy is in the warm glow of His Love."
So, I recently visited Denver and attended Mass at the Cathedral at Logan and Colfax.  During my conversation I posted about earlier this week, I spent a LOT of time gazing upon a certain stained glass window. I mentioned it in the earlier post.

I've been away from my page more than I would have liked this past year, but I'm working on that.  I know even if no one else is listening, God is, and this blog is a prayer, an honor, to Him, for Him.

So, I was reflecting on some of my posts of the past year, and came upon this post, with these three stained glass pictures; the one on the top looked familiar. I realized suddenly that it was the same one that I gazed upon, and prayed with Mary in it, during Saturday afternoon.  I don't remember knowing it was from the Denver Cathedral.    The above quote is written, by me, right next to the picture I'd never seen before.

A few days ago, I let His Light shine through me; I obeyed Him from His Command from a year ago, and I was rewarded with putting all this together; I didn't ask for a reward or consolation for doing what He placed in my heart.  I thanked Him for it, for the opportunity to share His Love for us, and the blessing that the young man was to me, but I never expected I would be touched even deeper by anything else regarding it, especially a sign of His Love for me.

It's so amazing that I posted that in the last year or so, when there are literally tens of thousands stained glass windows, plus pictures on the internet.  Thank you, Papa, for knowing long before I did what I would need before I needed it.

He is looking out for us, even when we don't know what is coming.  Trust and believe in Him at all times.  He is showing Himself to you, through all your senses, and beyond, deep in your soul.  Thank you, God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, for showing me your love today, one year ago, and every second of my life.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Evangelizing in the Church before Mass with a stranger

I've had need to go to Confession, and had some time on my business trip to do so, and attend Mass afterwards.  Preface: apparently, I was attending Mass in one of the areas that a large part of the homeless gather, the doors in the bathrooms at McDonald's are locked, and there was little to no parking.  (Denver-ites....the Cathedral)  I wondered why I was meant to be there that day, and just chalked it up to God would let me know if He wanted me to know, if it was more than doing as I was expected (Confession and Mass). (I have to do that a lot.)  I did it just over a week ago as well.

Anyway, after encountering more than a few people asking for help or money, and even being approached directly while eating, along with a few more adventures, I decided to see if the Church was open an hour before Confession and 2 before Mass. It was. YAY! I didn't have to sit in my car surrounded by strangers! (Not really afraid, but not completely comfortable either, given what I'd seen.)  I was one of the first to get in line after praying, and confessed my sins.  I then went to the 'side' near Mary's statues and pictures to pray.

I sat down shortly thereafter, and turned to face the main part of the Church, to enjoy the beauty and artwork, especially the stained glass of Mary (at Assumption?).  I felt someone's eyes on me, and turned to look.  A young man smiled shyly at me, and I smiled back.  This happened a couple times, and he then asked me if he could ask me a question.  I said of course, and moved back a few pews to him.  (He didn't seem to be homeless, but I could be wrong. Doesn't matter; was just giving background on the area I was in.)

He asked: "What is faith, to you?"  The only thing I could think of to respond was, "A gift from God, to believe in Him and to return to Him."  He was apparently satisfied with this answer.  He continued on with other questions, and somehow, God shut my mouth and opened my ears to hear both the young man and God.  For some reason, he reminded me of David from the Old Testament.  Not really sure why, but I shared this with him.  When things come to me like that at these times, God seems to let me know when to share and trust in Him and His Plan.  It's easier than arguing with God in my head; He always wins in these cases... ;)  Sometimes His 'win' is to let me win, which is pretty cool when it happens, but I know that was His Plan for me to get me way, as long as I give in to His Will.

I also had on, as always, my silver chain with a number of blessed medals on it.  I took it off, and for the first time (that I can remember, anyway), gave one of these medals to him.  I've given away extras, but never off my own chain.  It was my blessed Holy Spirit medal, which I love, but can be easily replaced.  We had kind of a deep discussion about God, whether or not God is 'He' or 'She', meditation versus praying, fear, and many other things.  He isn't sure if he believes in God, and seemed very tortured. I think he was afraid of giving in to that push from the Holy Spirit. I fought it hard when I was away from the Church too.  He wanted to know how we knew Jesus was real.  He wanted to talk about Heaven and Hell.  He claimed he wasn't religious, just spiritual, but I believe he'll be coming Home to the Faith soon. He asked how we could know who we are; he was worried about his life and direction.  He was carrying a wooden Rosary in a pristine white cloth. He said he didn't know why.

I asked "David" (his real name might have been Lawrence....) what brought him to Church that day, he told me didn't really know.  He just ended up there.  I smiled on the inside, because I knew that wasn't true........even if he didn't.  God brought him there, just as he brought me there, just as He has done many times before for me; He puts me where I can do His Work, when I turn my decision and acquiescence over to Him.

I really didn't expect to evangelize for over an hour before Mass (he did not stay). It was a good experience, and a reminder to carry extra medals and nice rosaries, along with booklets.  We did talk about using the Rosary to pray "Jesus, I love you." or something of the sort, while moving along the beads.

Please pray for "David", and all young men and women, especially those away from God, and the Faith.  He was a blessing to me, and I hope we meet again, and that his life gets better.

PS: How awesome is it, Denver, that y'all had 3 priests hearing Confessions, and it still went an hour, at least? :) Sooooo awesome!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Angel watching over me

I was recently driving home late one night, and was fairly tired, although  in no danger of falling asleep.

Just as I started on the last leg a few minutes from home (it was only a 30 minute drive in all), for some reason, I thought "If I were to 'go' right now, I couldn't be any more content or happy, and I would accept that it would be God's Will for me."  I then proceeded to make the Sign of the Cross.  I also had Christian music on the radio (like K-Love or Air1).

I had barely finished my prayer, when a box appeared before me on the road, and right or wrong, I pulled hard to the right to avoid it (at 70 MPH), but was able to turn back quickly.It all happened so quickly.  Had I gone off the road at that point, there was a good chance it would have been tragic, either in severe injury or fatality.

I truly believe in the powers of God, and that He allows us to see as much as He wants us to, and the more we believe, the more we see Him in everything.  I have no doubt that I was saved, either through God's direct touch, or by my Guardian Angel.

My favorite perfume/designer is Angel/Thierry Mugler.  At that moment, I was wearing my Angel necklace, watch, lotion and perfume, plus earrings and a bracelet styled similarly.  That was the first and only time I've had that much 'Angel' stuff on, and I didn't even think of it until the next day.

I truly feel that I was saved by God, or His Servant, that night, literally. It isn't the first time that I've escaped dying or injury when there was more than a 50% chance I shouldn't have made it out either nearly unscathed, or the incident was averted completely.  It brings me joy, but it also brings me.............a bit of concern!!  What is it that is going to happen in my future that I need to be here for?  I may never know what it is, though, and that's okay.  But I think our God has great plans for me, and for each of us!! Open yourself to His Will, accept His Will as yours.

Of course, He might have been telling me that I still needed some more time to repent, as well, and to clean up my act before I perished on both Earth and the after life.

Either way, praise God for my answered (immediately!) prayer!

Friday, August 22, 2014

Make a change.........

Ask yourself today: do I want to be the same person that I was yesterday, or is there a way, even in a small way, I can improve and be better? Smile that extra smile at a stranger, pray one more prayer, clean just a little longer, meditate a bit more, walk one block or parking spot more, hold the door open for one more person, thank Him for one more thing. 

And then add that to your daily routine. Improve every day, somehow, someway. Add in a weekly note or call to different people to keep in touch, to check in. Keep notes, or keep track, and then in one week, one month, one year, look back and see how far you've come, when it will probably feel like you were standing still. The 'constant' will be you. The change will be within.  Peace.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.”So, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. 2 Cor 12:9

2 Corinthians 12

I recently attended a Healing/Charismatic Mass in our diocese. It's the 4th or 5th one I've attended, the first being last November.  I could write about this Mass, and how different it is than the parish Masses I attend during the week, and on Sundays.  I will, later on.  But I will instead share with you, the best I can with the talents God has given me, what happened at the end of this Mass, that showed me again how the Holy Spirit touches us and makes Himself known to us. (click to read more)

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

SPOILER alert! Choose the light!

That's a phrase we see or hear nowadays, when people are about to allude to something that gives away the ending.  There have been a *few* times when I was reading a book that I was struggling to get into, and I did skip to the end to see if the ending was worth it, worth sludging through the rest of the book.

Well, I've got a great spoiler alert for you............

God wins! No matter how bad things are going personally, or in the world as a whole, the ending will be spectacular.  We have the choice to be part of the glorious ending, or we can choose the one that ends in darkness. I'm choosing the LIGHT!

I look around and see the demise of our communities, cities, countries, and the world.  The seemingly smaller things are like small arrows, wounding but not killing the Body of Christ, of which we are members.  It's easy to despair about the state of our world, with so many attacks against God, against the Faith, against all Christians, attacks both small and large, obvious or insidious (I think there are more that are this way).  The attacks on religious freedoms, on marriage, on families.  Society is trying to force us to accept and drink the poison it considers normal.  There are so many things, I can't even begin to detail them here.  I hope one day we'll be able to look back and while seeing the horrors that were the norms during this time, that we are able to rejoice that the world was set right.

I used to worry more about things; I still do worry about my sons.  But knowing the ending helps a lot.  As long as I stay in a state of Grace, remain right with the Lord, I know what my ending will be.  Troubles will still come along, but knowing that my loved ones are basking in the Glory of God's Love helps me a lot when losing a loved one.  I know it will get harder.  It might be sooner rather than later. I pray that I remain confident in God's ending no matter when it happens.  But when I returned to God and the Faith a year and a half ago, I quit being scared to die. I don't *want* to die; I think I have a lot left to do for Him.