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)
I realize that for some who haven't experienced this, or had a loved one they trust experience it, it's hard to believe in it. Let me be that loved one you can trust, for this moment.
At the end of Mass, we were asked, invited, to share with the others experiences we've received through the healing and Charismatic Mass. So, I'm sitting there, thinking of the healing I received in November; how I went to Mass, suffering greatly from depression, unable or unwilling to take the meds, because they made me feel ill. (Sometimes the remedy feels worse than the illness.) So I'd received the anointing for healing, asking for relief and healing from this depression that has plagued my life for 25+ years. It runs in my birthfamily. While I wasn't debilitated by this depression at that moment, it had at times in my life caused me as well as my friends and family who loved me, great suffering, almost to the point of death.
I received this anointing from the priest, and prayed. I went to sleep that night, not knowing the gift I'd received. When I woke up the next day, I knew I'd been healed. It was like one day you have an open oozing wound, and the next day, it was completely gone, like it hadn't existed the day before.
So, at this Mass last week, we were asked to share. I usually am never at a loss for words. I tend towards socialness most of the time. In my heart, I could feel the pull to share my healing; I stayed seated. I knew I could not share without becoming so emotional. Again, I felt it in my heart to share; I hesitated and remained seated. Finally, I couldn't stay seated any longer. I stood up, and shared. It wasn't easy. It wasn't planned. I just did it, and I knew that's what God wanted from me. I think that part of why God wanted me to share my story was because of my reluctance, my humbleness, in wanting to share it. He knew that I didn't want to bring attention to myself, but by sharing, it would bring Glory to Him. I didn't want to the attention to be on me, but on God and His Amazing Grace. I didn't make it without becoming emotional, without crying. Afterwards, many people came up to me and thanked me, blessed me. I gave the Glory to God, for all I did was be His humble servant and receive His Gift and Calling, both to receive the healing and to share my experience.
Afterwards, I was sitting with a few ladies whom I hadn't met. One woman's first name was the same as my maiden name (let's go with Blackie). Blackie was sweet and kind. I mentioned to her that Blackie was my maiden name. Another woman joined us; a friend of Blackie's, named Mary. Mary had shared some very spiritual insights, guided by the Holy Spirit, at the end of Mass as well. During the Mass, she was sitting on the other side of the room, towards the front. She couldn't have even seen me. She sat down, and visited; she asked Blackie why she didn't get up and share what was on her mind. Blackie responded that she didn't have anything to share. Mary asked Blackie again, 'What was it that you were feeling called to share?' Blackie insisted she had nothing to share that evening. Mary said to her, 'But during the last moments of the Mass, when sharing was going on, I felt it in my heart, and felt called to pray: "Blackie, get up and share. Blackie, get up and share. Blackie, get up and share!"
My jaw dropped. She hadn't been praying for Blackie, her friend. She had been praying for Blackie, me! I turned to her and told her that my last name growing up was Blackie, and I was still called that by some friends. It was very clear that she was praying for me, a stranger, someone she hadn't met yet, let alone to know that was my maiden name. What a great moment in the Holy Spirit!! I'm amazed that some people call moments like this 'coincidence'. With God, nothing good is coincidence. It's a God-incidence. It's true. It's Holy. It's Grace.
What great blessings by our Lord, by the Holy Spirit. Even when there is doubt, not because you doubt the greatness of God's love, but because you doubt your ability to receive any gifts from God, He will show you the way. When you are open to God's Graces, God's Mercy, God's Love, amazing things can and will happen. Every good thing!!
As I finished this post, this song came to mind: Your Grace is enough! Enjoy.
At the end of this song/lyrics video, comes a scripture verse, 1 Corinthians 12:9. So I turned to my online Bible source to read more of the scripture surrounding it. The entire chapter is so amazing, and truly describes my recent experience in so many ways. It's linked at the top of the page. Please, read it. Thank you Father, for leading me to that scripture.