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Thanksgivings After Communion – St. Therese of Lisieux

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From The Story of a Soul, The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux

What can I tell you, dear Mother, about my thanksgivings after Communion? There is no time when I taste less consolation. But this is what I should expect. I desire to receive Our Lord, not for my own satisfaction, but simply to give Him pleasure. I picture my soul as a piece of waste ground and beg Our Blessed Lady to take away my imperfections–which are as heaps of rubbish–and to build upon it a splendid tabernacle worthy of Heaven, and adorn it with her own adornments. Then I invite all the Angels and Saints to come and sing canticles of love, and it seems to me that Jesus is well pleased to see Himself received so grandly, and I share in His joy. But all this does not prevent distractions and drowsiness from troubling me, and not unfrequently I resolve to continue my thanksgiving throughout the day, since I made it so badly in choir. You see, dear Mother, that my way is not the way of fear; I can always make myself happy, and profit by my imperfections, and Our Lord Himself encourages me in this path.”

Comfort, Give Comfort

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Isaiah speaks the words I need to hear this morning.

Comfort, give comfort to my people, says your God.

Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her service is at an end, her guilt is expiated; Indeed, she has received from the hand of the Lord double for all her sins. Isaiah 40: 1

The day is new and as they say” hope springs eternal.” The world has definitely been heavy on my mind. I need to turn the page if only at the beginning of this day.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:

Man never is, but always to be blest:

The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,

Rests and expatiates in a life to come. (Alexander Pope – An Essay on Man)

This is a gift to myself today.  It speaks to the heart of love and memory that even crosses the line between Man and Beast.

Have a wonderful day!

Human Cooling?

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As I hear about the fear of global warming, I say have no fear.  According to what I gather from news reports of late, the human heart is cooling, and so should bring about a balance of some sort.

No People

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“They are a people whose hearts go astray and they do not know my ways. So I swore in my anger, “They shall not enter into my rest.”

Little Ones, you who are robbed of life this day by those who should have nurtured and protected you,  if God says to His people in the desert, “You shall not enter into my rest, ” what is He saying to our generation.  We are entering the desert of our Time; we, whose hearts go astray and do not know His way.

In our desert, we cry out, “Lord, save us!  Save our homes, our jobs, save our Nation!”  Yet, we’ve settled for gods of convenience. We hail as progress what Mary Shelley would call a  Frankenstein.  Human life for sale, for profit and for manipulation! We say, “But God, the end justifies the means.  Does it not?”  As if we didn’t know.  “They will service the good of humankind,” we say.  While God says, “They are MINE!”

We dare to answer God, “Just building blocks for health and well being, a boon to mankind, these.  You have so many more.  We will by ourselves bring about a new order of audacious Hope.”

The hallowed parts of the so, so young, and, oh so destroyed, devoured on the altar of irreverent “Progress,” bereft of human dignity or worth, save to fire an industry of blood, cry out!  The fifth seal waits it’s Time……..  This Time?

“You are a people whose heart go astray.”  You silent people, you unethical Congress, you President No People, call to your gods to save you. I look for My Son in you.  Show Me My Son.

Understanding Only Now

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Writing as she must because that’s just the way she is and she just has to….Amy Welborn shares from the bottom of her heart and from the pain of her grief. I don’t like prying into someone’s soul, so I’m one who waits for words to be forthcoming to help me understand the meaning of a look, action, or a time of life.

Amy has a way of revealing the very real with a sympathy for herself, as though she were just watching instead of living it.  Thank you, Amy. I don’t understand the way you do now, but I understand as a friend can from a safe distance.

Amy writes:

“I understand how, if one had been married for decades and decades, the death of a spouse would just take it all out of you and propel you on the same road. I felt it very strongly that first day  – a sense that I do not want to be here, that I would rather be with him, I would rather just follow than stick out another day here. I understand how married people die within days of each other.”

Unborn and Unwanted

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In a universe replete with Space and Time and Bounty,

the Sign of the Times reads “No Room In The Inn.”

Conceived first in the Mind of God, and then in Mother’s womb.

There remains but little of  Time for you.

Come home to My Arms, O Little One.

Outside of  Time, in Mysterious Space,

My Angels will sing you a welcome.

Home, now, the Sonshine of Father’s Face.