Saturday, March 26, 2011

An Analogy Of Death

A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I'm afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, “I don't know.”
You don't know? You're a Christian man, and don't know what's on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, “Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death but I do know one thing...I know my Master is there and that is enough.”
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Friday, March 25, 2011

The Grace Of God Through The Rosary

Jim Castle was tired when he boarded his plane in Cincinnati, Ohio, that night in 1981. The 45-year-old management consultant had put on a week long series of business meetings and seminars, and now he sank gratefully into his seat ready for the flight home to Kansas City, Kansas.  As more passengers entered, the place hummed with conversation, mixed with the sound of bags being stowed. Then, suddenly, people fell silent. The quiet moved slowly up the aisle like an invisible wake behind a boat. Jim craned his head to see what was happening, and his mouth dropped open. Walking up the aisle were two nuns clad in simple white habits bordered in blue. He recognized the familiar face of one at once, the wrinkled skin, and the eyes warmly intent. This was a face he'd seen in newscasts and on the cover of TIME. The two nuns halted, and Jim realized that his seat companion was going to be Mother Teresa!

As the last few passengers settled in Mother Teresa and her companion pulled out rosaries. Each decade of the beads was a different color, Jim noticed. "The decades represented various areas of the world," Mother Teresa told him later, and added, "I pray for the poor and dying on each continent."
The airplane taxied to the runway and the two women began to pray, their voices a low murmur. Though Jim considered himself not a very religious Catholic who went to church mostly out of habit, inexplicably he found himself joining in. By the time they murmured the final prayer, the plane had reached cruising altitude. Mother Teresa turned toward him. For the first time in his life, Jim understood what people meant when they spoke of a person possessing an 'aura.' As she gazed at him, a sense of peace filled him; he could no more see it than he could see the wind but he felt it, just as surely as he felt a warm summer breeze.

"Young man," she inquired, "do you say the rosary often?"
"No, not really," he admitted.
She took his hand, while her eyes probed his. Then she smiled. "Well, you will now." And she dropped her rosary into his palm.

An hour later, Jim entered the Kansas City airport where he was met by his wife, Ruth. "What in the world?" Ruth asked when she noticed the rosary in his hand.
They kissed and Jim described his encounter.
Driving home, he said. "I feel as if I met a true sister of God."
Nine months later, Jim and Ruth visited Connie, a friend of theirs for several years. Connie confessed that she'd been told she had ovarian cancer.
"The doctor says it's a tough case," said Connie, "but I'm going to fight it. I won't give up." Jim clasped her hand. Then, after reaching into his pocket, he gently twined Mother Teresa's rosary around her fingers. He told her the story and said, "Keep it with you, Connie. It may help."
Although Connie wasn't Catholic, her hand closed willingly around the small plastic beads. "Thank you," she whispered. "I hope I can return it." More than a year passed before Jim saw Connie again. This time her face was glowing, she hurried toward him and handed him the rosary. "I carried it with me all year," she said. "I've had surgery and have been on chemotherapy, too. Last month, the doctors did second-look surgery, and the tumor's gone. “Completely!"
Her eyes met Jim's. "I knew it was time to give the rosary back."

In the fall of 1987, Ruth's sister, Liz, fell into a deep depression after her divorce. She asked Jim if she could borrow the rosary, and when he sent it, she hung it over her bedpost in a small velvet bag. "At night I held on to it, just physically held on. I was so lonely and afraid, "she says, "yet when I gripped that rosary, I felt as if I held a loving hand." Gradually, Liz pulled her life together, and she mailed the rosary back "Someone else may need it," she said.

Then one night in 1988, a stranger telephoned Ruth. She'd heard about the rosary from a neighbor and asked if she could borrow it to take to the hospital where her mother lay in a coma. The family hoped the rosary might help their mother die peacefully. A few days later, the woman returned the beads. "The nurses told me a coma patient can still hear," she said, "so I explained to my mother that I had Mother Teresa's rosary and that when I gave it to her, she could let go.  Right away, we saw her face relaxed. The lines smoothed out until she looked so peaceful, so young. A few minutes later, she was gone." Fervently, the woman gripped Ruth's hands. "Thank you."
Is there special power in those humble beads? Or is the power of the human spirit simply renewed in each person who borrows the rosary?
Jim only knows that requests continue to come, often unexpectedly. He always responds though, whenever he lends the rosary, "When you're through needing it, send it back.  Someone else may need it."
Jim's own life has changed, too, since his unexpected meeting on the airplane. When he realized Mother Teresa carries everything she owns in
a small bag, he made an effort to simplify his own life.

"I try to remember what really counts, not money or titles or possessions, but the way we love others," he says.
May God bless you abundantly. May Mother Mary ask her Son Jesus to shower you with grace.

Please feel free to pass this on, especially to all those in despair so that they might know that they are not alone in their hour of need. Every sacrifice has a fruitful reward. Every failure has a second chance. We only have to be strong through God's grace and persevere in life's many tests! May God bless you always!
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Blasphemous Vampire Mary Statue: E-Protest Now!

It's hard to believe that in today's atmosphere of "tolerance," there are so many direct and blatant attacks on the Catholic Church and the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

Now there's an exhibit at the Albane Gallery in Nantes, France, that depicts Our Lady as a Superwoman Mary, a Vampire Mary, and even a My Little Pony Mary – a statue that is half animal and half human!  This insult to the Holy Mother of God is absolutely awful!

They are on exhibit at the Albane Gallery, and were crafted by artist Soasig Chamaillard.

Thank God, the statues have provoked some degree of outrage, to which Chamaillard says:

"…faith is not in statues, and perhaps they should remember that. Faith should be strong enough to remain unshaken by simple objects. I think they need to step back from the object and not forget that it's an artistic work."

Shame, Shame, Shame to disrespect the Mother Of Christ in such a way! Don't let this happen to the Blessed Mother, please, defend her now at this link .
If unopposed, this exhibit may travel and more people may be exposed to these blasphemies, and Our Lady will continue to be offended and insulted

This is what the e-protest contains:
I am appalled at the exhibit of artist Soasig Chamaillard, which has statues of Our Lady as a Superwoman Mary, a Vampire Mary, and even a My Little Pony Mary – a statue that is half animal and half human.  This set of statues is highly offensive and blasphemous.  An apology to the Blessed Mother is in order.

Visit America Needs Fatima  for more information.
Blessed Mother Pray for us!