http://www.onepeterfive.com/bishop-slattery-brings-out-the-big-guns-against-satanic-mass-in-oklahoma-city/
and a back-up on my post earlier this past week.
The Leonine prayer of exorcism which Bishop Slattery is sending to the priests (and which is to be said ONLY by priests!) of his diocese is itself taken from the 1962 Rite of Exorcism, and has its origins with Pope Leo XIII, who was said to have had a terrifying vision
of Satan entering the Church, whereupon he composed the prayer to St.
Michael the Archangel as well as prayers of exorcism for priests and
laity alike to use in their fight against Satan.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
The Beauty of God Comes Suddenly Upon Us
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Today, God gave me a sign without me asking for one. It was almost by accident. A friend of mine was showing me his West Point ring and I burst into tears, Me, the INTJ, as God moved my heart to see something in this small gesture.
I do not need to give the details, but this sign brings to close the three signs, although it was not the one I had asked to see. God is more detailed, more considerate, more gentle then we can imagine. the Beauty of God comes suddenly upon us, if we but have eyes to see.
For over a year, pieces of a puzzle in my life have been put together to show part of a larger picture. It will be a lovely picture when it is finished. I think one reason why God does not answer some prayers, is to exercise our faith. We are changed in prayer, our discernment becomes clearer, our hearts purer.
Prayer which is answered has been in the plan of Divine Providence for all times.
Prayer which is not answered has been in the plan of Divine Providence for all times.
For those with faith, every day brings signs and wonders of God's love to us. The more we become like little children, the more we see the simple things in a great pattern of love.
Taking a break from.....
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OK back on a borrowed computer. Pray for my poor new, confused, infected computer.
Coming to A City Near You
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Catholic World News - August 07, 2014
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A man in his thirties entered St. Hippolytus Church and the Basilica of St. Francis de Sales and destroyed or damaged altars, stained glass, statues, candelabras, and a bronze cross. He also tore open a tabernacle and trampled on the Eucharist.
The man suspected in the desecration is a “young Muslim,” a local priest said.
Blogging Blues
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Supertradmum
I am back on the borrowed computer as my new one is in a mess with this horrible virus. A wonderful computer guy helped me for about two hours today, but it is still hiding somewhere.
I shall be back tomorrow. If I can get Linux on the new one, I shall.
This is a trial, of course, and I can offer this up in reparation for my own sins and for the healing of a friend of mine who has emotional problems. No pain, no gain.
Will you join me in all of these prayers?
Also, on the new computer, I cannot seem to copy https from the search bars for you all to see. I need to figure out why this is the case. I use touch pad mice (mouses?) all the time, not separate ones. Any suggestions?
Also, I have received viruses from Chrome and Internet Explorer. Do readers think Firefox is better?
I have not yet put my files from my friend's external hard drive back on the new computer.
Prayers, please.
One of those days
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Look at this and weep Southern Orders website.
http://southernorderspage.blogspot.com/2014/08/no-this-is-not-scene-from-exodus-in.html
Pray for our brother and sisters in the Middle East.
And still computer troubles, and I am not well today.
Prayers, please.
http://southernorderspage.blogspot.com/2014/08/no-this-is-not-scene-from-exodus-in.html
Pray for our brother and sisters in the Middle East.
And still computer troubles, and I am not well today.
Prayers, please.
Nice Site
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Supertradmum
On Ethika Politika, a great article on dating as counter-culture. I am even more counter-culture. Because of computer hassles, I cannot copy the link right now.
Custody of The Eyes
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Supertradmum
A young friend of mine had never heard the term which I learned in fifth grade from the good nuns, "custody of the eyes." This means that one never looks at anyone or anything which may cause sin.
It means, as the good nuns said, lowering your eyes and not looking at a beautiful woman or handsome man, an expensive sports car, or a mansion, if these things or people could cause sin.
Of course, custody of the eyes would cover wasting time with useless news, gossip (custody of the ears), and trivia.
What would have happened if, instead of listening to the serpent in the Garden of Eden and instead of looking at the apple, Eve would have rushed over to Adam and asked his help not to be concerned about that apple? My guess is she and Adam would not have sinned.
Just a thought today.....between computer fights....
It means, as the good nuns said, lowering your eyes and not looking at a beautiful woman or handsome man, an expensive sports car, or a mansion, if these things or people could cause sin.
Of course, custody of the eyes would cover wasting time with useless news, gossip (custody of the ears), and trivia.
What would have happened if, instead of listening to the serpent in the Garden of Eden and instead of looking at the apple, Eve would have rushed over to Adam and asked his help not to be concerned about that apple? My guess is she and Adam would not have sinned.
Just a thought today.....between computer fights....
Please Pray
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I have had this computer less than 36 hours and I have had severe malware and a huge virus. I still cannot get off one thing.
Please pray as I honestly do not want to spend hours cleaning up my computer.
Sad days that there are people who think such maliciousness is fun.
Please pray as I honestly do not want to spend hours cleaning up my computer.
Sad days that there are people who think such maliciousness is fun.
How does one want to die?
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In yesterday's Financial Times, there is an article on the countries in the world which are "aging". Most of these are European countries, plus the United States, but not all.
Some are Asian.
I have written on this blog before about the sad spiritual decay of the elderly in this country. The old are expected just to end their days entertaining themselves and spending lots of money on living as long as possible.
See this post but go to the end, as I have more to write about this.
I was in the doctor's office on Thursday and decided to look at two magazines, which catered to those who are retired.
These types of magazines have names like "Maturity Plus", or "The Best Years", or "Modern Retirement",
I was shocked at what I saw.
An entire world of retirement unfolded in the pages which dealt with one thing only-pleasure.
Articles on sex after retirement, romantic relationships, advertisements for cruises, holidays in every warm place in the world, diets for the retired and even clothing for the comfort of the retired. Housing is also advertised.
The extremely depressing articles in these magazines were the calendars of events for the local retirements condos and communities. Let me make a list. These were daily occurrences.
Bridge and other card games
Dances
Movies
Talks on Flowers or whatever
Craft sales of trivia
Special theme dinners
Field trips
Fashion shows
Parties to cover all the holidays
Health issues seminars
Insurance seminars
More holiday information
Aerobics and other exercises
Golf
Swimming
Shopping trips (Why buy more?)
The elderly have been reduced to children in the playground. They are being led back to the sandbox when they should be concentrating on meeting God face to face. Now, these things may be good in themselves, but there comes a time when the interior life but take precedence over the exterior.
This is one reason why God lets us age and lose our outward beauty, so that we are faced with working on our inward beauty.
Where is there anything about the following?
Preparing for death
Examination of conscience
Developing a prayer life
Moving into the journey and final stages of purification
Meditations on the Last Four Things: Death, Judgement, Hell, Heaven
Outreach to charities
Counseling younger Christians
Going to Adoration
Praying outside the abortion clinics
Volunteering in churches, food banks, etc.
Spiritual direction
Bible studies
The other worrying thing I saw were services in some of these places in non-denominational chapels with non-denominational chaplains.
Mass? Confession? Adoration?
What have we done and why? God has blessed many of us with the declining years of our lives in order to come closer to him. These years should not be a mirror image of the active years of career or house making, child-bearing or making money.
These are the years left for the building of the interior life of the soul. But, if this generation of the elderly are being taught and encouraged only to think of the exterior and pleasure, as if they are getting their heaven on earth, their earthly reward, they are missing out on the possibility for true holiness, for perfection, which comes not from the pursuit of busyness or trivia, but from reflection, study, reading the Scriptures, intense prayer, quiet.
Not only have we created in the West a youthful generation of narcissists, we have allowed our elderly to fall under the spell of "me-ism". How sad, that some, who thought they were on the way to heaven in their youth, may find the door shut to them at the end of a long life.
Some are Asian.
I have written on this blog before about the sad spiritual decay of the elderly in this country. The old are expected just to end their days entertaining themselves and spending lots of money on living as long as possible.
See this post but go to the end, as I have more to write about this.
Saturday, 1 February 2014
A Tragic Cultural Reality-Ignoring the Interior Life
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I was in the doctor's office on Thursday and decided to look at two magazines, which catered to those who are retired.
These types of magazines have names like "Maturity Plus", or "The Best Years", or "Modern Retirement",
I was shocked at what I saw.
An entire world of retirement unfolded in the pages which dealt with one thing only-pleasure.
Articles on sex after retirement, romantic relationships, advertisements for cruises, holidays in every warm place in the world, diets for the retired and even clothing for the comfort of the retired. Housing is also advertised.
The extremely depressing articles in these magazines were the calendars of events for the local retirements condos and communities. Let me make a list. These were daily occurrences.
Bridge and other card games
Dances
Movies
Talks on Flowers or whatever
Craft sales of trivia
Special theme dinners
Field trips
Fashion shows
Parties to cover all the holidays
Health issues seminars
Insurance seminars
More holiday information
Aerobics and other exercises
Golf
Swimming
Shopping trips (Why buy more?)
The elderly have been reduced to children in the playground. They are being led back to the sandbox when they should be concentrating on meeting God face to face. Now, these things may be good in themselves, but there comes a time when the interior life but take precedence over the exterior.
This is one reason why God lets us age and lose our outward beauty, so that we are faced with working on our inward beauty.
Where is there anything about the following?
Preparing for death
Examination of conscience
Developing a prayer life
Moving into the journey and final stages of purification
Meditations on the Last Four Things: Death, Judgement, Hell, Heaven
Outreach to charities
Counseling younger Christians
Going to Adoration
Praying outside the abortion clinics
Volunteering in churches, food banks, etc.
Spiritual direction
Bible studies
The other worrying thing I saw were services in some of these places in non-denominational chapels with non-denominational chaplains.
Mass? Confession? Adoration?
What have we done and why? God has blessed many of us with the declining years of our lives in order to come closer to him. These years should not be a mirror image of the active years of career or house making, child-bearing or making money.
These are the years left for the building of the interior life of the soul. But, if this generation of the elderly are being taught and encouraged only to think of the exterior and pleasure, as if they are getting their heaven on earth, their earthly reward, they are missing out on the possibility for true holiness, for perfection, which comes not from the pursuit of busyness or trivia, but from reflection, study, reading the Scriptures, intense prayer, quiet.
Not only have we created in the West a youthful generation of narcissists, we have allowed our elderly to fall under the spell of "me-ism". How sad, that some, who thought they were on the way to heaven in their youth, may find the door shut to them at the end of a long life.
Matthew 25:11-13
Douay-Rheims
11 But at last come also the other virgins, saying: Lord, Lord, open to us.
12 But he answering said: Amen I say to you, I know you not.
13 Watch ye therefore, because you know not the day nor the hour.
What I want to add are these thoughts.
Too many people die spiritually before they die physically. Why is this? Do they think that their lives are over because they have raised their children?
I have noticed in convents and monasteries how young the nuns and sisters are even at a great age. Why is this?
Why is it that one finds out that the spry monk in the monastery is actually 90?
What is the difference which allows for those who have followed a way of hard work, really hard work, praying, meditating and working with one's hands, to live longer and stay keen as well?
Why do so many people give up, go into a shell, and become cut off from the larger world, or worse, the spiritual world, when they get old?
I have one answer. They have not developed the habit of responding to grace. They have sailed into old age without the struggle for perfection.
They have not experienced,or have given up, the purgation of the Dark Night.
I am living in a breath taking area of natural beauty. But, most of the people here are ten years or more older than I am. One reason is that the young must move because unemployment is a serious problem here.
But, another reason is that there is a strange miasma of death and decay which comes from the lack of a spiritual life in the culture. In other words, materialism and consumerism have choked out life in the souls of those around here.
When I visited Ireland and was in the monastery there, a woman told me that the problem with Irish men, (she was unmarried and said she would never marry an Irishman), was that too many Irishmen lived in the past. They did not want to move on into the bold and exciting world of an adult. They wanted to remain children, or adolescents. They did not want to claim there manly place in today's world.
Our baptismal vows demand that we claim our place in the world. We are called to bring souls to Christ. This demands activity, involvement, not curling up in a cave.
One famous priest came out against "man caves". He was referring to what in my dad's day was called a "den". He said that there should be no place for a man to hide and merely fulfill his whims, be these football and beer, or playing games on the computer.
The man who is head of the family must be involved as the Catholic leader, in his house and in the world.
Those who grow old and hide have been doing this for years, mentally and emotionally, as well as spiritually.
There is nothing grand for them to do as they turned their backs on the call of Christ all their lives.
Like Dorothy in yesterday's post, they would rather spend their time and money on themselves, on trivia, on food, on drink then spread the Light of Christ. Sadly, that light has been under a bushel for so many years, it had died for want of oxygen.
Let us members of the Church Militant die "killed in action". That is the only way to go.
Wednesday, 6 August 2014
Need immediate prayers, please
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Within 24 hours of opening up this new computer, I was hit by a huge and horrible virus. This one comes in on Microsoft Updates.
I am in the process of removing, also, the unwanted programs sent to me through the updates.
This is interfering with my ability to blog today.
Readers, please pray for me. I cannot deal with all of this and pray and do my chores. I usually do not spend that much time on the computer, and more time is a cross.
This is the second time my computers got this bug and I blame Microsoft for not having the type of security on the updates.
Again, prayers. I need to do my reading and prayers.
Bye for now....Wednesday noonish...
I am in the process of removing, also, the unwanted programs sent to me through the updates.
This is interfering with my ability to blog today.
Readers, please pray for me. I cannot deal with all of this and pray and do my chores. I usually do not spend that much time on the computer, and more time is a cross.
This is the second time my computers got this bug and I blame Microsoft for not having the type of security on the updates.
Again, prayers. I need to do my reading and prayers.
Bye for now....Wednesday noonish...
Do Not Pretend
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When I was in my early twenties, the priest in my parish asked me to visit people in their homes and in the hospital. He was the only priest in a large inner city parish and he was overwhelmed with work. I remember one lady I visited over forty years ago, and today, she came to my mind, as she reminds me of so many people I have met in the past nine months.
The woman was elderly. She was about 75 and fairly housebound, but not physically, only by her emotions. She was comfortable financially, upper middle-class and she was a widow. Her children never visited her, except rarely, as they lived in other states, far away. She was suffering from depression.
Two things I noticed immediately when I first visited her. One was that her hair was always immaculately set. She had this done once a week. The second thing I noticed was that she always held her little white Maltese dog, who was also neatly groomed, when I visited. Some weeks, the dog would have red polish on its "nails" and a matching red bow. While, on another day, the dog would sport a white bow and white nail polish.
This lady, and I shall call her Dorothy, complained about her sad life, her loss of her husband years ago, the fact that her children never came.
I suggested, in my youthful way, that she could join groups, go out, enjoy herself. Money was not an issue.
No, she was too low to go out.
Eventually, in my young state, I lost patience with her one day and said, "Why don't you do something for someone else? Instead of thinking of yourself all the time, why don't you get out of yourself?"
Dorothy became furious. She gave me the list of reasons why she not possibly help anyone. I listened and then I got up to leave.
"I am going now," I said. Dorothy grabbed my hand. "You won't leave me like the others, will you?"
I smiled a rather sad smile. She knew exactly what she had done. She had pushed away love, because it was not the kind of love she wanted. She wanted something specific. She was trying to tell God how to love her. She could not see the Cross as love.
She wanted me and others to love her image of herself she had created. Dorothy was her own idol.
At some point, I gave her a Bible and prayed with her for peace. I suggested she would read the Bible.
She said she would try, but she could hardly read with a dog on her lap, and the dog was always on her lap.
Dorothy had overcome the will of the dog, who just sat there. She had pushed away her family because she wanted something they could not give. She wanted to be a god, or rather, a goddess. She did not know how to love or be loved. Perhaps, she was too full of fear to be "found out" that she, too, was imperfect.
I do not know what happened to Dorothy, as I moved away to another city. The parish priest was moved to another church far away and all contact as lost with the sad, lonely woman.
I see this today, among the old and the young. They want to be loved in a fantasy world. They want to be loved in the image they have of themselves, not in the truth of their being, not in the uniqueness of how God created them.
They want people to love an image of themselves and not really themselves. They want to play God and say, "Love me like this!" These people may even only want a certain type of person to love them, like members of their own families, or people with status, not a young parish visitor.
The dog did not care if Dorothy lied to herself about her selfishness and pettiness. But, God did and God was trying to break down Dorothy's fear of real love.
Sometimes, we are closed to love as we want certain kinds of love and we pretend to be someone we are not. In this state, real love will not come our way.
God waits. He comes to the honest soul, the open mind, the heart which seeks Him. He is not manipulated or overcome like the poor, little white dog.
He wants two things from us. He wants us to know Him, but He also wants us to know ourselves as we really are, full of sin, pride, fears.
He will not leave us unless we push Him away. There are many ways to push God away and one is to avoid suffering. Another is to refuse to accept the fact that only God is good and without Him, we are nothing.
I pray for Dorothy today. She died a long time ago. I hope she became open to love.
The woman was elderly. She was about 75 and fairly housebound, but not physically, only by her emotions. She was comfortable financially, upper middle-class and she was a widow. Her children never visited her, except rarely, as they lived in other states, far away. She was suffering from depression.
Two things I noticed immediately when I first visited her. One was that her hair was always immaculately set. She had this done once a week. The second thing I noticed was that she always held her little white Maltese dog, who was also neatly groomed, when I visited. Some weeks, the dog would have red polish on its "nails" and a matching red bow. While, on another day, the dog would sport a white bow and white nail polish.
This lady, and I shall call her Dorothy, complained about her sad life, her loss of her husband years ago, the fact that her children never came.
I suggested, in my youthful way, that she could join groups, go out, enjoy herself. Money was not an issue.
No, she was too low to go out.
Eventually, in my young state, I lost patience with her one day and said, "Why don't you do something for someone else? Instead of thinking of yourself all the time, why don't you get out of yourself?"
Dorothy became furious. She gave me the list of reasons why she not possibly help anyone. I listened and then I got up to leave.
"I am going now," I said. Dorothy grabbed my hand. "You won't leave me like the others, will you?"
I smiled a rather sad smile. She knew exactly what she had done. She had pushed away love, because it was not the kind of love she wanted. She wanted something specific. She was trying to tell God how to love her. She could not see the Cross as love.
She wanted me and others to love her image of herself she had created. Dorothy was her own idol.
At some point, I gave her a Bible and prayed with her for peace. I suggested she would read the Bible.
She said she would try, but she could hardly read with a dog on her lap, and the dog was always on her lap.
Dorothy had overcome the will of the dog, who just sat there. She had pushed away her family because she wanted something they could not give. She wanted to be a god, or rather, a goddess. She did not know how to love or be loved. Perhaps, she was too full of fear to be "found out" that she, too, was imperfect.
I do not know what happened to Dorothy, as I moved away to another city. The parish priest was moved to another church far away and all contact as lost with the sad, lonely woman.
I see this today, among the old and the young. They want to be loved in a fantasy world. They want to be loved in the image they have of themselves, not in the truth of their being, not in the uniqueness of how God created them.
They want people to love an image of themselves and not really themselves. They want to play God and say, "Love me like this!" These people may even only want a certain type of person to love them, like members of their own families, or people with status, not a young parish visitor.
The dog did not care if Dorothy lied to herself about her selfishness and pettiness. But, God did and God was trying to break down Dorothy's fear of real love.
Sometimes, we are closed to love as we want certain kinds of love and we pretend to be someone we are not. In this state, real love will not come our way.
God waits. He comes to the honest soul, the open mind, the heart which seeks Him. He is not manipulated or overcome like the poor, little white dog.
He wants two things from us. He wants us to know Him, but He also wants us to know ourselves as we really are, full of sin, pride, fears.
He will not leave us unless we push Him away. There are many ways to push God away and one is to avoid suffering. Another is to refuse to accept the fact that only God is good and without Him, we are nothing.
I pray for Dorothy today. She died a long time ago. I hope she became open to love.
Living the Gospel
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Supertradmum
I am trying out something new I learned from St. Therese, the Little Flower. Remember how she kept smiling at the very difficult nun, who finally had a softening of heart?
My new prayer is this. God show me how to love...........(fill in the blank with a name).
Sometimes, people are so closed to love, one just cannot figure out how to love them.
In this younger generation who have stuffed themselves with things and sex, there is a lack of openings to real love. They do not know what love is and so one must pray for creative ways to love.
Now, when one is poor, one cannot go out and buy chocolates or flowers to show concern or compassion or empathy.
Like the Little Flower, who lived the life of poverty in the convent, one must love from the self, as it were. Doing dishes, sweeping a floor, being cheerful, complementing a dinner or comment, being creative in love can be a challenge. Some of those who are closed to love do not want to talk, or share anything about themselves.
And, so, I pray. God show me how to love........Perhaps the answer will be to only pray for that person.
I know, right now, in "my world" two people who have never experienced disinterested, free love. Their entire lives in their families were prisons of expectations, of love with strings attached. These two people, both solidly middle-aged, have never really felt love.
And, they are closed to love, objective, holy love. So, I stop and say, God show me how to love .....
Then, I listen.
Then, I act.
Try it. Stop pretending that you know how to love and let God love through you.
It is the love of God which converts and changes people, not our own limited love.
Finally
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If you are frustrated with my long and on-going series on perfection, I highly recommend Ralph Martin's The Fulfillment of All Desire, which I am finally reading. He is not only a true scholar, but a clear writer, making the process of perfection clear to readers.
Now, there is always a little fudge room when examining the lives of the saints. I disagree (humbly) with Martin's excellent chart, believing myself, more in keeping with Garrigou-Lagrange, that the states or stages are more separated and less overlapping.
I do believe, with St. John of the Cross, that one does not sin in the Unitive State, but is tempted, of course.
I have not reached that chapter yet.
One order the book from Emmaus Press. I highly recommend it. I am only on Chapter Four. Many of the sources he uses I have used on this blog. It is refreshing that this man is a lay person, married, with I think, six children. Perfection is for all.
Back soon....
Now, there is always a little fudge room when examining the lives of the saints. I disagree (humbly) with Martin's excellent chart, believing myself, more in keeping with Garrigou-Lagrange, that the states or stages are more separated and less overlapping.
I do believe, with St. John of the Cross, that one does not sin in the Unitive State, but is tempted, of course.
I have not reached that chapter yet.
One order the book from Emmaus Press. I highly recommend it. I am only on Chapter Four. Many of the sources he uses I have used on this blog. It is refreshing that this man is a lay person, married, with I think, six children. Perfection is for all.
Back soon....
Part of The Dark Night
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One of the worst parts of the Dark Night is the fact that one realizes one should be damned for one's sins. This awareness of the life of failure to respond to grace, the missed opportunities for growth in holiness, the persistence in habitual venial sin, brings one to almost despair.
One realizes that God was giving grace, constantly wooing one to greater love and mercy, and one just got busy about many things.
I beg God not to stop wooing me. And holiness is not about how many devotions we follow, the length of our prayers or even daily Mass. Our relationship with God must be based on love and love alone.
To be days and nights in the throes of the truth of one's self is painful, indeed. But, God whispers in one's ears-Let me do this. Let me perfect you. You cannot perfect yourself.
And so, the person must stop and answer, Yes, God, do it. Thy will be done.
And, like any sinner, one must endure the undoing of years of sins of omission and commission.
Likewise, especially in modern times, when so many people have not experienced stable, loving families, one must wait for God to heal the emotions.
In the Old Testament, the prophets write about the "healing of rebellion." Rebellion is not only in the will, but in the emotions, in the passions.
To submit to God, letting God be God and truly accepting the Sacrifice of Christ on the Cross as the absolute necessity of one's salvation, are all parts of the Dark Night.
One waits for God, and sometimes, one must chase after Him, calling Him to keep wooing one, and not to give up.
Yes, God does give grace, but He expect us to use it. One of the graces of the Dark Night is to will to trust in the Love of God one cannot see or feel.
Trust can be an act of the will. I shall trust Thee, Lord and I shall love Thee, even though Thou chastens me.
The Dark Night can be like a small experience of hell. One loves as much as one can, even in the darkness.
Like loving a spouse in the will rather than in the emotions, one loves in the will, as the emotions are torn to shreds by remorse and fear.
At some point, perfect love casts out fear. This comes in the Illuminative State.
In the meantime, one waits at the threshold of the House of God.
One realizes that God was giving grace, constantly wooing one to greater love and mercy, and one just got busy about many things.
I beg God not to stop wooing me. And holiness is not about how many devotions we follow, the length of our prayers or even daily Mass. Our relationship with God must be based on love and love alone.
To be days and nights in the throes of the truth of one's self is painful, indeed. But, God whispers in one's ears-Let me do this. Let me perfect you. You cannot perfect yourself.
And so, the person must stop and answer, Yes, God, do it. Thy will be done.
And, like any sinner, one must endure the undoing of years of sins of omission and commission.
Likewise, especially in modern times, when so many people have not experienced stable, loving families, one must wait for God to heal the emotions.
In the Old Testament, the prophets write about the "healing of rebellion." Rebellion is not only in the will, but in the emotions, in the passions.
To submit to God, letting God be God and truly accepting the Sacrifice of Christ on the Cross as the absolute necessity of one's salvation, are all parts of the Dark Night.
One waits for God, and sometimes, one must chase after Him, calling Him to keep wooing one, and not to give up.
Yes, God does give grace, but He expect us to use it. One of the graces of the Dark Night is to will to trust in the Love of God one cannot see or feel.
Trust can be an act of the will. I shall trust Thee, Lord and I shall love Thee, even though Thou chastens me.
The Dark Night can be like a small experience of hell. One loves as much as one can, even in the darkness.
Like loving a spouse in the will rather than in the emotions, one loves in the will, as the emotions are torn to shreds by remorse and fear.
At some point, perfect love casts out fear. This comes in the Illuminative State.
In the meantime, one waits at the threshold of the House of God.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Troubles
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Supertradmum
Go to Fr. Z. for the article today on spies for sermons.
I am trying to figure out how to copy https on this new set-up. Frustrated.
I am trying to figure out how to copy https on this new set-up. Frustrated.
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