Matthew 24:29-31
"Immediately after the tribulation of those days, the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. And then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in heaven, and all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming upon the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a trumpet blast, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.
Matthew 24:36-44
"But of that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone. For as it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. In (those) days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day that Noah entered the ark. They did not know until the flood came and carried them all away. So will it be (also) at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be out in the field; one will be taken, and one will be left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken, and one will be left. Therefore, stay awake! For you do not know on which day your Lord will come. Be sure of this: if the master of the house had known the hour of night when the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and not let his house be broken into. So too, you also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect, the Son of Man will come.
Both these scriptures talk about the second coming of the Son of Man. They talk about a few signs of the second coming. If you believe in God and have accepted Jesus as your God and Savior, then you need to read your Bible and know he is going to come and it will be when we least expect Him to come. Pray diligently and always study the Holy Bible. For the Holy Bible is our manual that will guide us to loving and believing in his mighty power and unconditional love.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday Mass - 27th March
I was woke this morning after a terrible night of constant pain in back and knees. After finally falling asleep around two in the morning, after taking some pain medication. I slept for a couple of hours,where Pacer one our cat pounced onto my body causing another about of intense pain. I got back to sleep at six in the morning, only too be woken up at eight, no almost nine this morning. I found that I wish I could stop Pacer coming into my bedroom so when I could sleep, i wouldn't be disturbed.
I got dressed and ready for church. Our friend Suzie came to get us. We went to church, it was a nice service and I liked the homily. Our Pastor is a good one and I love his homilies. During Mass I prayed for a relief of the pain i was enduring all last night and this morning. I wanted God to ease my pain, but somehow he didn't answer my prayer. I guess I'd have to wait a little longer for relief of my aches and pains I suffer right now.
After my prayer we had the Eucharist, i saw a vision. It was amazing that this was happening to me. I wanted no pain, even if it was for a few minutes. Nope I found myself whisked away and on a cloud. I tried to look down, but i couldn't see anything beneath me. I looked forward and the angel was white, a pure whiteness I'd never seen this whiteness anytime before. The angel spread their wings and lifted me off the ground and from my wheelchair. The got me standing in front of another heavenly being. I can't explain it, but I felt I was in the presences of God. I was told my time has not come. I will endure pain a little while longer and the pain was going to get worse before it got better.
Suddenly I back in my wheelchair and sitting next to my life partner. I now know that in time I will be without pain, so I must endure for a while longer. Plus I was told my current stories were good. This pleased me much. Then I heard a voice, like the sound of trumpets sounding. I want told to Trust my church friends and mainly my partner. I closed my eyes one more time and thanks God for his guidance and I was about to leave the church as Mass was over with.
I got dressed and ready for church. Our friend Suzie came to get us. We went to church, it was a nice service and I liked the homily. Our Pastor is a good one and I love his homilies. During Mass I prayed for a relief of the pain i was enduring all last night and this morning. I wanted God to ease my pain, but somehow he didn't answer my prayer. I guess I'd have to wait a little longer for relief of my aches and pains I suffer right now.
After my prayer we had the Eucharist, i saw a vision. It was amazing that this was happening to me. I wanted no pain, even if it was for a few minutes. Nope I found myself whisked away and on a cloud. I tried to look down, but i couldn't see anything beneath me. I looked forward and the angel was white, a pure whiteness I'd never seen this whiteness anytime before. The angel spread their wings and lifted me off the ground and from my wheelchair. The got me standing in front of another heavenly being. I can't explain it, but I felt I was in the presences of God. I was told my time has not come. I will endure pain a little while longer and the pain was going to get worse before it got better.
Suddenly I back in my wheelchair and sitting next to my life partner. I now know that in time I will be without pain, so I must endure for a while longer. Plus I was told my current stories were good. This pleased me much. Then I heard a voice, like the sound of trumpets sounding. I want told to Trust my church friends and mainly my partner. I closed my eyes one more time and thanks God for his guidance and I was about to leave the church as Mass was over with.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday Evening
Had a major experience yesterday at church, then at my bible study group. I'm a devote catholic and study the bible each day which does help with my writing. I believe God gave me a wonderful gift. I am a writer, with the thanks of the Holy Spirit. The girls I study the bible with are like having sisters around me all the time. I love them dearly and they inspire me to become the best I can be, along with my family here in Indiana.
Yesterday at church, during MASS, I had an experience I don't understand. God sends his angels' to me. It's like this last year during LENT, now this year. I believe this is something from God to tell me to be the best I can be. I love writing and I have written one novel so far. Not published or anything. Now I feel that God wants me to continue writing and finish my second or third book.
Right now I'm writing two novels, which can be hard, but I'm finding it rather simple right now. First my second novel is about a young boy who loses his only loving guardian, his grandmother. His living aunt and uncle don't want him and he is put into the foster care system. A loving family foster him and teach him things he didn't believe were possible. He finally has a second chance at a loving home.
My third is about a young adult, aged sixteen who parents are fighting, and they decide to get a divorce and the main character is trying to cope with his mom gone, his dad finding a new partner and getting remarried. His father's new wife has two very young children and the main character is also fighting an inner battle about being catholic and gay.
Yesterday at church, during MASS, I had an experience I don't understand. God sends his angels' to me. It's like this last year during LENT, now this year. I believe this is something from God to tell me to be the best I can be. I love writing and I have written one novel so far. Not published or anything. Now I feel that God wants me to continue writing and finish my second or third book.
Right now I'm writing two novels, which can be hard, but I'm finding it rather simple right now. First my second novel is about a young boy who loses his only loving guardian, his grandmother. His living aunt and uncle don't want him and he is put into the foster care system. A loving family foster him and teach him things he didn't believe were possible. He finally has a second chance at a loving home.
My third is about a young adult, aged sixteen who parents are fighting, and they decide to get a divorce and the main character is trying to cope with his mom gone, his dad finding a new partner and getting remarried. His father's new wife has two very young children and the main character is also fighting an inner battle about being catholic and gay.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Vocation and Spiritual Gifts
Over the last week I have been having vision about what my vocation and my gift of writing. It all started with Sunday service at mass. First I was in intense pain, and I was finding it hard concentrating on the homily. Suddenly i was whisked away into a cloud and I was no longer in church. I was on a cloud and an angel was telling about my gift from God. I thought I was hearing and seeing things.
The Angel called me by my birth name, not many here knew my birth name other than my partner and a few friends. I shook my head in disbelief and thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
After I wasn't believing this was an angel. They took me to my birth. It was hard to realize that this was in fact an angel of God. I saw my birth, I saw my dad, my grandmother sitting by my mom. My grandmother was holding me in her arms and cuddling tight. I knew myself this was just something to confuse me.
I saw me sitting in a bookstore and signing books that were being bought my some young adults and some adults even. They were buying my book, my first book. I found this weird and didn't want to believe this was me.
On Monday night, we went to church at seven at night for the parish mission thing. I heard the angel's voice yet again. This time it was telling me to re-write my Having a Little Faith story. I was finding it hard to write. It made me remember the last time I saw my paternal grandmother I was when I was sixteen. But telling the story I want to tell I'm not sure it will work out at age sixteen. I prefer to write stories with the main character is from 9-14 years old.
I continued to have another vision on Sunday night, Monday night, and Tuesday night. I also had confession on Tuesday night. I was ill on Wednesday night, so couldn't go. I was given a vision to write the same story I'd heard the angel telling me to write. I believe this was something I could do if I put my mind to it. I prayed today and I have started to re-write this story I believe God wants me to write. Here goes nothing.
The Angel called me by my birth name, not many here knew my birth name other than my partner and a few friends. I shook my head in disbelief and thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
After I wasn't believing this was an angel. They took me to my birth. It was hard to realize that this was in fact an angel of God. I saw my birth, I saw my dad, my grandmother sitting by my mom. My grandmother was holding me in her arms and cuddling tight. I knew myself this was just something to confuse me.
I saw me sitting in a bookstore and signing books that were being bought my some young adults and some adults even. They were buying my book, my first book. I found this weird and didn't want to believe this was me.
On Monday night, we went to church at seven at night for the parish mission thing. I heard the angel's voice yet again. This time it was telling me to re-write my Having a Little Faith story. I was finding it hard to write. It made me remember the last time I saw my paternal grandmother I was when I was sixteen. But telling the story I want to tell I'm not sure it will work out at age sixteen. I prefer to write stories with the main character is from 9-14 years old.
I continued to have another vision on Sunday night, Monday night, and Tuesday night. I also had confession on Tuesday night. I was ill on Wednesday night, so couldn't go. I was given a vision to write the same story I'd heard the angel telling me to write. I believe this was something I could do if I put my mind to it. I prayed today and I have started to re-write this story I believe God wants me to write. Here goes nothing.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
St. James the Greater (First century)
The Patron Saint of Arthritis and Rheumatism
One of the first apostles to join Jesus, St. James was also the first such follower to be martyred. Of the twelve apostles, St. James, his brother St. John the Evangelist, and St. Peter formed a privileged inner circle. Christ allowed them to witness miracles the other apostles only heard about later: the raising from the dead of Jairus's young daughter, the healing of St. Peter's mother-in-law, and Christ's display of his heavenly glory at the Transfiguration. While the other apostles carried the gospel to far-off lands, James stuck close to home, preaching in Judea and Samaria. Consequently, when King Herod Agrippa began to round up Christians, James was easy to find. He was arrested, given a quick trial, and beheaded.
Legend tells us that as the king's men led James outside Jerusalem for execution, he passed a man crippled by arthritis or rheumatism who was sitting by the side of the road. The man begged James to cure him. Pausing for a moment on his way to martyrdom, James said, "In the name of Jesus Christ, for whom I am being led to execution, stand up and bless your Creator." As the soldiers dragged James away, the crippled man stood and then ran to the temple in the city to give thanks to God. That's the type of cure people who suffer arthritis pain pray for.
One of the first apostles to join Jesus, St. James was also the first such follower to be martyred. Of the twelve apostles, St. James, his brother St. John the Evangelist, and St. Peter formed a privileged inner circle. Christ allowed them to witness miracles the other apostles only heard about later: the raising from the dead of Jairus's young daughter, the healing of St. Peter's mother-in-law, and Christ's display of his heavenly glory at the Transfiguration. While the other apostles carried the gospel to far-off lands, James stuck close to home, preaching in Judea and Samaria. Consequently, when King Herod Agrippa began to round up Christians, James was easy to find. He was arrested, given a quick trial, and beheaded.
Legend tells us that as the king's men led James outside Jerusalem for execution, he passed a man crippled by arthritis or rheumatism who was sitting by the side of the road. The man begged James to cure him. Pausing for a moment on his way to martyrdom, James said, "In the name of Jesus Christ, for whom I am being led to execution, stand up and bless your Creator." As the soldiers dragged James away, the crippled man stood and then ran to the temple in the city to give thanks to God. That's the type of cure people who suffer arthritis pain pray for.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Daily Scripture - James 1:17
James 1:17
Every good gift and every perfect present comes from heaven: it comes down from God, the Creator of the heavenly lights, who does not change or cause darkness by turning.
This scripture tell me that God is there and he is always going to be there. He made us in his image. His promises never fail or not happen. God is the creator of all things. He created us, he created the earth, plus all the other planets and galaxies in the universe. He is there showing us with his love, his unconditional love. If we ask in prayer, he will give to us. If we thank him, he is blessing us with beautiful things.
Believe, trust and he will show you his mighty universe of love and guidance…
Every good gift and every perfect present comes from heaven: it comes down from God, the Creator of the heavenly lights, who does not change or cause darkness by turning.
This scripture tell me that God is there and he is always going to be there. He made us in his image. His promises never fail or not happen. God is the creator of all things. He created us, he created the earth, plus all the other planets and galaxies in the universe. He is there showing us with his love, his unconditional love. If we ask in prayer, he will give to us. If we thank him, he is blessing us with beautiful things.
Believe, trust and he will show you his mighty universe of love and guidance…
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Poem - The Soul
The soul can taste and feel and see
And do all kinds of things
It grows and lives and loves to be
The song the Spirit sings
The soul is where one’s essence sleeps
To dream of better visions
A place where evil lurks and creeps
Affecting our decisions
The soul can be a conduit
Through which the Spirit heals
Accepting burdens onto it
To learn how Jesus feels
The soul is more than just a name
Or conscience-bearing entity
It has the right to burn its flame
And be who it was meant to be
The soul is power when it loves
The way that God has taught us
Or when it calls the Devil’s bluffs
Just when he thinks he’s caught us
The soul creates reality
When thoughts are God-inspired
And individuality
When needs are Spirit-fired
The soul can walk right through a wall
And take its body with it
Or never eat or drink at all
And still think thoughts quick-witted
The soul is free to make a choice
Between the flesh and God
To open up and speak its voice
On things in high regard
The soul is quite a blessed part
Of life on planet Earth
For in its time and place and heart
It nourishes rebirth
The soul is all that God can be
Through Man’s imagination
The soul can BE eternally
And that’s no small creation
The soul is spirit when it is
Or when God calls upon it
Possessing power through the gifts
It desperately wanted
The soul can be possessed at will
Through faith and prayer and wishing
By evil lusts or spirits filled
With God’s pure intuition
The soul can be in perfect grace
When God is living in it
And shows a blessing on its face
Whenever in the Spirit
The soul is all the love we are
And all the hate as well
The foods we like, our favorite star
The things that make us yell
The soul is so complex at times
Especially at night
When dreams invade the spirit’s climb
To outer conscious sight
The soul creates itself at will
By what it says and does
Digesting every particle
Of what life is and was
The soul is more than words can pray
Or think or dream or treasure
The soul is our free will to say:
‘I choose to love forever’
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