In the hospital for the last week. Test galore but no answered yet! Pray for me as I will pray for you!
“Hey Buddy, how do we get up to that abandoned castle-like structure up there?”
“Not by driving on the sidewalk; follow the rules and; follow that path just beyond that next curve.”
“But that pathway takes you down, not up.”
“They believe they are going up, surprise surprise, when they refuse to obey the rules. This is why it is called the pathway to Hell! It is the most straightforward way.”
I really want to know what do YOU see @ WDYS
Don’t you just hate that writers’ and painters’ block?
Staring at that blank canvas, oh me, oh my! Not my day!
Suddenly an idea!
ExCITedLy I reach for my brushes and paints.
Dip and dap into the vivid colors and my canvas becomes alive!
♪ I love today! ♫
The Lens-Artists Photo Challenge July 31 host is Sarah asking for three of our favorite photos. I humbly consider myself an amateur photographer, but I enjoy taking pictures this first one has a memory; I would like to forget but do I really want to forget? Happened one day during a major snow storm, and I noticed my bird feeder, as seen below. As soon as I captured the image, the snow fell off my metal roof and knocked me over. My camera bounced into the deep snow, and I was shocked but unhurt.
Ta-da! Number two, I was visiting the cemetery, and right next to it was this large wheat field with this spectacle as seen in my photo. As luck was on my side, I had my camera and captured it not for the moment but forever.
Number three below — You may have seen this image before on my blog, it is a pathway hidden within and waiting to be discovered as one walks along the many acres of treasured land high on a hill overlooking Spokane on Mount Saint Michael Church property.
Thank you all who visited my collection today, have a blessed Sunday!
WHO ARE YOU TO SAY! I wonder — can we agree? Can we all just get along? The world happier would be! Maybe I might/could be wrong! Must I always do as you? Possibly I might be right! I trust my thoughts also true — And I believe white is white! If you so dislike my voice Simply turn and dance away! Agree that all have a choice. Then our world will be okay!
A single-line prompt for this week – The only ghost that scares is a past version of you. OR SHOULD I SAY Me!
Write whatever pops up in mind.
What pops into my mind is not you but me!
When I look into my magic mirror into the past, I see myself being deceived. "Me! Deceived? me What PRIDE! The devel can certainly deceive, IT is clever that way. But, I was so happy, carefree, young, and healthy that everything was going my way! So I thought! No, I do not want to visit that ghost, myself! My problem was allowing myself to put my will above the will of God. AND It was all my fault; (I knew better). Yet, I blamed it on the changes within the Catholic Church, how it became more and more adapted to the world, and I went along with it. It became and IS no more than a religion founded by man, not God. The Faith that I learned no longer existed. Same buildings but different theology after 1969. ****** One day, however, while clearing unnecessary things out of the house, I came across a shoe box filled with trinkets and "stuff," there, I found my rosary and scapular all tangled up at the bottom of the box. I still remember untangling them and thinking, I am supposed to be wearing my scapular and praying my rosary. Suddenly things didn't look so "everything was going my way." I knew that I was no longer living the will of God but my own choice. I was on the path of perdition. Some Christians even today believe that they are automatically "saved." The Waterdown new catholic church taught it, and I thought I was happy believing it! No need anymore to be sorry or confess your sins to a priest; they are automatically forgiven. So said the new religion, and so says the evil one, believe, and you are saved. This all happened to me as I held my scapular and rosary in my hand. I began that day to pray! After I began on the right path in time, my unbelieving husband found a Traditional Catholic church for me. As God promised, even the Gates of Hell will never prevail against it, just smaller now. Oh, my husband after, many years later, he passed away, also became a Traditional Catholic; a Traditional priest by his side, giving him the sacraments of the Church. Who said God does not hear us or reward us!
Visit that ghost, NEVER !
Always an interesting challenge from the Cosmic Photo Challenge
Today on RDP Saturday, we are prompted to create a post with prose, poetry, or image and share it with Ragtag Daily Prompt”, “RDP,” and “Silk” as tags.
Silk always reminds me of the Mother of God; when she lived on earth, she was very poor, and silk was not a part of her life. She was humble and the perfect mother; God knew, and He created her for a special role; although she had free will, as the Bible quotes, she was full of grace (Luke 1;28) and never sinned of her own free will.
However, when her life was over, she died as we all will; now lives in heaven forever, helping us who ask her. She is dressed in the finest SILK, as fit for the Queen, she is.
Some Christians, by their own admission, ignore her and they miss out so much for the Bible also informs us that all generations shall call her Blessed. Luke 1; 48 “all generations shall call me blessed.”
……………For those who have a soul to save, follow this blog.
Thought for the Day – 22 July – Meditations with Antonio Cardinal Bacci (1881-1971)
Nature and Grace
“Two extremes must be avoided in the relationship between nature and grace.
The first is that of the regorists, who see, in human nature, nothing but confusion and the propensity towards evil and, therefore, advocate an iron domination completely lacking in any understanding of human frailty.
They believe that perfection must be achieved swiftly, by means of the most ferocious privations and penance.
This excessively severe approach to the spiritual life, can lead to discouragement and eventual collapse.
The way of perfection is an ascending ladder, which must be climbed, step-by-step.
Falls must be expected but it is necessary to rise again at once, with renewed courage, knowing that when we reach the top, we shall find rest and peace.
The other extreme is an attitude of superficial ease.
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The photo reminds me of a Bible verse, as explained by my nun teachers, how a rich man has too many treasures and can not pass the narrow passage, but a poor man has little and can squeeze through. Also information is now on the Internet, see source link at bottom of post. It seems the nuns were correct.
“And again I say to you: It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven.”
The eye of the needle used to be in Damascus and was a side gate alongside the main gate of the “street called straight” Being a side gate it was not intended for passage by animals, especially camels carrying side loads. So it was nigh impossible for the act to happen.
Looking for an interesting place to tour, consider this site rich with miracles, legends, and pagan history.
This strange prophecy below is associated with St. Odile, who is revered as the patron saint of Alsace and this historic site. History of Alsace
The prophecy stated below sounds like today’s newscast.
“Before the war breaks out again, food will be scarce and expensive. There will be little work for the workers, and fathers will hear their children crying for food. There will be earthquakes and signs in the sun. Toward the end, darkness will cover the earth. When everyone believes that peace is ensured, when everyone least expects it, the great happening will begin. Revolution will break out in Italy almost at the same time as in France. For some time the Church will be without a Pope.”
That last line — “For some time the Church will be without a Pope.” It would be more obvious if it said, Catholic Pope, in my humble opinion.
For this week’s Lucky Dip, says she reached into her mystery bag and pulled out a Didactic Poem – What! You say what is that? Didactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach.
My attempt is seen below; I wrote it with five-syllable ease-to-flow lines. Titled; FAITH
Do you know — I do! How does God answer? How do I know this His Church tells me so! Through His suffering Merits fill the brim Treasury the Church His Church —always true. Almighty Supreme Great God could have winked! To save us all —Yet! Would you have cared? — No! His torture —The Price. His wealth — eternal. Waits for you to draw From His treasury! A Divine merit Never-ending, FREE! His merits circling Over and beyond! His worth forever. Whirls the world; passion Infinite! Complete Please ask to receive.
dVerse asks for a 44 word poem a Quadrille; using a form of the word “celebrate” have you notice how most of us celebrate things of the past, anniversary, birthday, holidays, why not the future? My prose or poem below you decide.
Yesterday was concerning. I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow; because, then, tomorrow, my plans seemed toxic. I honestly can celebrate today and every day. Instead of celebrating the past, I celebrate the future. Today, that tomorrow is over and is now known as yesterday. ♫
My Mass prayer book mentions their unique Unity is due to their Sacred Divine Nature. I found that very interesting.
Don’t ever forget the Please and Thank you to the Trinity.
My prayer to the Father would be, IS. To the Father, The Creator, thank you for your Masterpiece of Creation the Mother of God and thank you for allowing me the grace to find her. To the Son, the only Son of God the Redeemer of the world, thank you for your redeeming all of us, and thank you for my personal redemption. To the Holy Ghost thank you for the Incarnation of Jesus and thank you for guiding me to Him. Please remember me yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever and beyond. Amen
W3 is a weekly poem prompt the details
found HERE! Thank you SkepticsKaddish
The Sun and Moon both created Not without a thought; from whom? As the believer sees; One God high, Yet, He shines throughout. The Moon lurks in darkness; as does The doubter. The Moon glows beguiling Inviting all. While God waits? God marks time, our time! Morning the Sun rises. The Moon sleeps! Another day, God waits! A ray; His ray to shine on us!
I have been thinking about this for a long time, after years of prayers, and spiritual reading, the most detrimental enemy to losing your soul is your Pride. God hates pride and loves humility, it is right there before your eyes, read your Bible.
Pray for humility if you want to win Heaven. Jesus meek and humble of heart make our heart onto Thy Heart.
Inspired to write this here and now, take it or leave it!
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. The Catholic Church teaches us that this beatitude has nothing to do with poverty as with worldly riches or money.
The beatitudes are disposed of in an order. Also, are the basic teachings of Christ one teaching flows smoothly one into another.
Each beatitude preceding one prepares the way for what immediately follows, furnishing us in particular with spiritual arms of such graces as are necessary for obtaining the virtue of the next beatitude.
“Thus the poor in spirit (the genuinely humble) will mourn for their offenses to God, and whoever is filled with sorrow/contrition for his sins cannot but be just and behave to others with meekness and clemency; when possessed of these virtues, he then becomes pure and clean of heart. Peace of conscience reigns in this assemblage of virtues and cannot be expelled from the soul by any tribulations, persecutions, or injustices of men.
What is this poverty of spirit but humility and contrition? This virtue of humility is placed in the first place of the beatitudes; it is the parent of every other virtue, as pride is the mother of every vice. Pride deprived our first parents of their original innocence, and nothing but humility can restore us to our former purity. We may pray and fast; we may be possessed of mercy, chastity, or any virtues; if humility does not accompany them, they will be like the virtue of the Pharisee, without foundation, without fruit.
(Collected Homilies of St. John Chrysostom 15 vols.) A Great read —
Eugenia …. suggests a Monoku a type of poem which is made up of a single horizontal line. Traditionally considered as a haiku writing, it is currently accepted as a variant of the haiku form of poetry. Monoku emerged as an independent style of poetry in the 1970s.
Unlike the Haiku which is made up of three outlines with a total of seventeen syllables, Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer.
It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.
I’ll try the above form written for WDYS click here to join
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Again, I write about an experience that happened to me about ten years ago—living in Spokane! Where I accept the teachings of Christ and practice devoted ancient worship at Mount St. Michael, an old historic building high on a hill that overlooks Spokane; here is an image of it.
The chapel where Mass is offered in that castle-like building happens on the second floor; many elderly avoid the long walk up the stairs and opt to take the elevator. One day my daughter’s mother-in-law and I were in the elevator riding down to the main floor where our family was waiting for us; they took the steps.
The elevator came down, but the doors would not open; we waited and heard our family members through the door speaking/laughing while waiting for us, we were so close, but far away, it seemed. On our side, a little fear started to develop within the two of us. I decided to call my daughter with my cell phone and told her we were in the elevator, but the doors will not open. We both heard her, with a panic-stricken voice, speak to her husband standing nearby, “our mothers are stuck in the elevator!”
They called the priest, and his voice sounded upset and alarmed. Now panic was on the other side of the door; we could listen to them all, no more laughing, just speaking “what to do.” All this was happening within a 15, minute time frame.
Suddenly I felt the elevator jolt; it started to move down; down to the basement, the door opened, and we both walked out quickly into the basement.
Can you imagine how our loved ones felt when the elevator rose to the main floor, when the doors opened, and we were gone. Remember, our family members, including the priest and other onlookers, were unaware that the elevator had started up and emptied us at the basement floor. They were all too busy thinking about the situation.
“Where are they?” We could hear their chatter as we walked up the steps to the main floor, hearing them gasp and wonder about where we possibly had gone. That entire experience (now that it is over) seems comical to me, and I still giggle about it today!
Today I write a little about myself, something UNUSUAL since I tend to keep my life to myself. I have been selfish since I have some things to say! God has been good to me because I have always loved His teachings. Although I must confess, I left Him for a time. There was in my past when I was deceived. (Another story for a BETTER time) ****** I am about to type this little story: True, short, and sweet. It happened to me about 25 years ago! To set the scene, know that I talked to God directly, but He never answered me at this point in my life. However, one fine morning, after telling Him how thankful I was for bringing me again to the beginning of a beautiful day. I finally asked Him, "Dear Jesus, why is it I never hear your voice?" I said a few times in earnest. "Why God, why?" I continued ... "If only I could hear just one word, really hear it, what would it be, just one word." I paused and HEARD, the word, just this one word I heard quite audible was ... "COME!"