Sunday, 26 October 2008
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Reduced to begging, he tried different remedies in vain. At the end of October, his leg was amputated four fingers above the knee. He left the hospital in the spring of 1638 and returned to live in Calanda, among his own. The night of March 29, 1640, he slept in a room with his parents. Juan Miguel prayed to Our Lady of the Pilar before going to bed and then he had a dream in which he saw the Blessed Virgin rubbing his sore stump with oil from the lamps in the chapel of Saragossa.
A medal to commemorate the miracle was struck in 1671.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Video of the song "unto the Lamb" by Karl Kohlhase and pictures depicting some scenes from the book of Revelation by Pat Marvenko Smith.
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Sunday, 17 August 2008
As incredible as it may seem, that house remained absolutely intact. It was the Rectory of the Jesuits. Eight priests lived there. None of them were physically or psychologically affected by the bomb. Not only did they come out of the tragedy alive, but they were in perfect health. They died at an old age many years later. Father Hubert Schiffer, one of the Jesuits, was 30 years old when the bomb exploded. He lived 33 more years in good health before he died in Frankfurt in 1982. In July 1976, at the Eucharistic Congress held in Philadelphia (USA), he publicly witnessed the whole story. I happened to be there. At the time, the 8 members of the Jesuit community were still alive.
Experts looked into this enigma for years and years, using with the best of instruments and searching with passion the best clues for a hidden force in the construction of the house. How could the house, having nothing special and looking like a simple Japanese house, have possibly resisted such a cataclysm? Also the Jesuits were examined by over 200 scientists.
The conclusion was always the same, they did not understand how these men could have survived in the middle of the hecatomb when all the other living beings had perished by the thousands. As for them, the Jesuits knew. But though they kept on saying the truth and proclaiming it from the rooftops, no one would believe them.
Their answer was not a "scientific"one! Father Hubert explained that he owed this protection to the Blessed Mother since he and his brothers had put into practice what she had asked for in Fatima (1917).He declared to the experts, "I was in the center of the atomic explosion and I am still alive, safe and sound. I was not touched by the bomb." "In our house,", he said, "There was only one thing different from the other houses: each day, we would gather and recite the Rosary together!".
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Wednesday, 13 August 2008
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Monday, 21 July 2008
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Saturday, 28 June 2008
Friday, 9 May 2008
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Monday, 24 March 2008
When I heard that, without thinking, I asked her if she has a lawyer, and if not, I could recommend one to her. I could not pacify her, she was crying and in pain. Then she stood up and bid goodbye, without saying a word.
I taught her how to pray and to believe in her prayer, and that she also needed to change. At the time that her husband was sinning, she was too, because of her reaction she said a lot of things that could harm the husband, and this may be the reason why the husband was easily lured away into the arms of another woman. I gave her many words of encouragement that afternoon.
Sunday, 23 March 2008
Saturday, 22 March 2008
She looked at me and said, "I asked for you because I wanted you to pray for me to die, because I can not stand the pain anymore, please help me die". I stared at her and I said, "I am not an angel of death, nor am I a healer; I am a story teller".
In my pocket I had a piece of cotton wool soaked in holy oil wrapped in a little plastic bag. I rubbed it on her body while I was telling her a story of a Man who died for her, a Man who purchased her with His Blood. A Man whose sacrifice meant she could have eternal life.
I told her the story from the Bible (Matt 25 31-46) that when we are called to His kingdom He will ask her a question, a question she was not be able to answer, "if He asked you what you have done for Him, what is your answer"? She was so silent and then she cried, telling me that she could not think of anything that she had done for Him. So, I told her to beg God to give her more time so as to be able to answer Him when the time comes for Him to ask her that question.
I laid my hands over her heart and we prayed, together with her family and visitors. After a few moments, I left.
Four days after that visit, I received a phone call. The lady said that during the time that I was rubbing her body with the holy oil and telling her a story, all the pain left her. The doctor insisted that she take morphine, because the pain at that stage ought to be unbearable. The doctor could not believe that she had no pain and summoned a nurse to convince her.
Instead, the lady asked them for solid food, (previously she could not eat anything solid). Since then she has had no more pain. She asked to be prayed over again, but I suggested that she pray in thanksgiving instead and to be honest and sincere in fulfilling her pledge to do something for the Lord. Then she prayed intently.
A few days later, my friend called me, and he said that the lady had left the hospital and felt well again. I went to God to praise and thank Him for the opportunity to serve Him.
My prayer. Lord, thank you very much for the opportunity you have given me to proclaim your kingdom here on earth. You made me a witness of you power and glory. I introduced Your wonderful name and Your works, and it produced healing, not only physically but also spiritually. Give me the enthusiasm to tell your stories with passion so that Your people may receive You and be healed. This I pray in Jesus name. Amen
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
I was again invited by the family, 40 days after his death, to a gathering to pray for the soul. When I entered the house, they were all so glad that I came. It seemed like I was their special guest. The wife came to me and introduced me to all the family members. I was amazed that those present there also included a second family.
The wife told me their story. The husband left them 20 years ago for another woman. They saw him for the first time in 20 years in the hospital. The people present in the hospital were the first family and the second family of the dying man.
Without me knowing what the situation was, in the hospital before his death, I called them all to participate in prayers and I even requested that we hold hands in a prayer chain and they complied. The two families held hands and we prayed for repentance and forgiveness. After the prayer they were all touched by the Lord, embraced each other and forgave one another. Shortly after that the man expired.
My visit to pray for the family was perfect timing. It was the time to forgive, time to forget the past, and to be reconciled. For a very long time every one, especially the children from the first family, hated the father so much that even on his dead bed, they were not concerned about the fathers predicament. But the prayer that day made the difference; they all got healed and accepted each other.
Now, I understand that to live life is to be set free and that life is too short, it is time to make a choice; to stay imprisoned or to be set free. In this story, there are a lot of things to learn; especially that to forgive is to be set free. To be forgiven is peace. And I also learned that now is the time to receive freedom, peace and joy. Be set free now, for us enjoy life to the fullest.We can not do this on our own, this is the reason why Jesus died on the cross, to set us free. Let us ask God to help us be set free. It is a now thing.
Friday, 7 March 2008
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
This friend of mine is a person who was so ‘vocal’ about everything; she belongs to a born again group. Every time she met somebody with a different faith than hers, she will boldly correct them and fight with them regarding faith.
The question she asked, gave me the opportunity to really understand what God thought of her attitude. In my silence, I asked God what is wisdom for her. I received in my heart the meaning of wisdom for her, and God answered, "To her my child, wisdom is to curtail her tongue".
God is love and He is a God of order and a God of reconciliation and not division. The manner in which she was presenting God to others is not reconciling anyone to God but causing them to reject Him. I told her the meaning of wisdom for her as God told me. The answer to her question made her realize that she was not doing God any favours. That changed her, she became sweeter and learned to watch her words and started to respect other people.
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Sometimes the cans I found were whole, just left in the street or pavement, sometimes they were dented or crushed, sometimes flattened under the wheels of vehicles, sometimes clean and sometimes covered in mud or dirty. Where ever they were and whatever state they were in didn’t bother me at all, I picked them all up because they are sold by weight and each has exactly the same value, so each was equally important to me. My first insight was that, what I was doing with my cans was what God was doing with souls, with His children. Seeking them out, many discarded, many dented or flattened by life, some clean, some muddy but each with exactly the same value in His sight.
The other thing is that I enjoyed picking up cans, because I knew that the result was that my objective (money for school fees) was getting closer and closer to being met with each can. In fact I was delighted at each one I found even if it was squashed or muddy, it gave me joy to find each one. And similarly, it was also that way for God when he could re-gain a soul of one of His creatures. So me & God were having the same kind of day !
The next stage for me is to take them to the recycling centre. This is where the old cans are smelted. I also had an insight about this too.
They put all the cans into a smelter, where they are heated up and melted (very hot) and after a while all the molten metal is on the bottom of the container and all the impurities like paint or dirt etc floats on the top and this is skimmed off. Then the molten metal is poured into ingots and solidifies. So it is the pure metal (looks like silver). This can then be used to make anything, like new cans or an engine , even airplanes. So then I had the next insight..that after God collects souls he does the same thing, purifies them so as to re-form or re-shape them in the way he wants. An entirely new life or purpose. Instead of a furnace though He uses trials and suffering in order to purge and transform and He knows how to do it, like the man who operates the aluminium smelter. Somehow it works !
I suppose some of the process is on earth, some might be in purgatory depending on how we respond and learn from these trials here. Gradually we are transformed then, sanctified through this process back into His image and likeness.
I think our hardships are our sanctification and the souls we help will be our glory in the next life, the ones we bring with us to God and those we help with our charity too.(we can never do too much in that department).
A saint is a recycled sinner ..
Sometimes when I was collecting cans, I would bend down and pick one up, only to discover that it was not made of aluminium but steel. This was bitterly disappointing because whilst the aluminium ones have a cash value and were useful to me; the steel ones were worthless and even though I had expended the same amount of effort in gathering them up, all I could do was throw them away again. Then I had another insight..
This was the same for God too. Sometimes, despite His efforts in reaching out to souls, there will always be those who would reject Him, fail to open their hearts, remain in their ‘old ways’ and remain separated from Him by their own choice. He feels the same disappointment and grief for their loss, for them His sacrifice is wasted…
Monday, 25 February 2008
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Friday, 22 February 2008
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Monday, 18 February 2008
Sunday, 17 February 2008
When I got out of college, I thought I just need to have a job since that is the only reason I thought I had to go to college. When I was working, I thought I had the freedom to do what I want since I could support my needs.
When I got married, I thought my freedom was curtailed because of so many adjustments, like, my husband must know my schedules, I had to attend to the house needs, attend to the needs of my husband and at the same time attend to my own needs since I was still working in an office.
When I was about to give birth to my first child, I thought that I can never, never be a good mother, I felt that I was irresponsible, not caring and very unconcerned. I talked to my doctor and asked him to take care of my child until she reaches the age of one. Maybe by that time, my mind and heart would already be settled to take the responsibility of being a mother.
When I gave birth to a baby girl, I thought that this child robbed me of my freedom, my dreams and may be the success that I was aspiring for. My heart was so weary that I did not want to see her nor did I want anybody to tell me about her. I felt so depressed in the hospital room.
I started saying goodbye to my dreams, my wishes, my plans and my aspirations.
The time came for me to leave the hospital and still I had not seen my baby. My family was there but they were all silent. I closed my eyes, I could not look at them, I felt so useless and uncomfortable. I fell asleep awaiting my husband to take me home. I was awakened by a soft, warm little body placed on top of me. With fear in my heart, I touched this little baby, I felt my body shaking and my heart trembling. But with amazement, it was not fear, it was joy! I called the doctor and told her, that we were going home. It was a great relief for them and they rejoiced with me.
I thought that everything was over for me. That is what I thought. No, everything is alright. I dream more, I work more, and I pray more. Giving birth was not the end of my dreams, it was the start of my dreams and I have to work to reach my dreams, all dedicated to the little angel God gave me.
When all my three children grew up, I thought I was done. No, it is not over, I have six grandchildren who are making me continue my dreams, my wishes, my aspirations.
There is only one thing I know, God gave them to me so I may be able to continue dreaming. And in pursuing my dreams, I felt heaven is here on earth, for God gave me the opportunity and privilege to serve Him through them.
Imagine, I dwelt in what I thought for a long time and that what I thought made me live a life that was full of uncertainty and apprehensions. Facing the reality and the truth is our true freedom that would lead us to live life to the fullest. Now, I understand the true meaning of life, to live not for oneself but for others with God. Then you would have fulfilled the law of love. God bless
Friday, 15 February 2008
Thursday, 14 February 2008
"The author believes that all creations are connected to the Creator and that the Creator is so loving that He loves to commune with His people in a very special and personal way which is beyond the comprehension of the human mind. As this is interpreted as miracle, it produces in the heart of man a connection that makes us believe in God in the spirit of faith and trust in Him.
The experiences of the people in this book changed their lives tremdously and made them understand that we have the power to go beyond human imagination."
God's love is infinite and His love is always available to us. And that God is the ultimate wisdom.