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The End of the World

Today Nov. 24 we are reminded it is the end of the liturgical year. Today we remember by Holy Mother Church of the end of the world; the Last Judgment. Those of us who attend the Mass of All Times will hear again about THE END.
Jesus Christ, who one day suffered agony in the Garden of Olives because He saw all the faces of those He created that ignored Him.
Are you one of them?  Did YOU make Him cry?

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He could have opened Heaven for all of us, by a wave of His hand, but then we would never know His Infinite Love for us. Therefore, He chooses to be lashed, having His innocent skin pulled away and opened for all to see. Yet we close our eyes to His pain; cry at the sight of our little pain when we being bruised.

The cross He carried was not as pictured, smooth as silk, it was splintery, rugged/uneven, damp since it was soaked with our sins. Sins from the beginning of Adam/Eve to the last man. So heavy He fell, not once but three times. When we fall, we too must get up, pick up our cross, and follow Him. Ask for help when we fall, as Simon of Cyrene helped Jesus.
The tearing off of His garment ensue His precious Blood to flow again.
Slamming His torn body upon His Cross; oh those nails pounding into His hands and feet as many heckle, while others cry. Consider also the lifting of His Cross and not gently placing it into the ground. Imagine all this suffering, now the jarring motion, rough planting of His Cross at the bones of Adam and Eve.

There stood three crosses, He as always is found near sinners, one repenting, another rebel, significant of today, many repent, while most scoff and reject. Which of the two sinners are you and I, is the question?

#FOWC, Ah! Another Challenge, Word Prompts

Life its Treasures Hopes Desires and END.

The story inspired by First Line Friday:   Below

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Millie couldn’t believe her luck, an eighteenth century, hand-carved oak hope chest with original fixtures intact– and all she had to do was convince them to sell it to her.

It all started when she accidentally came upon this old home as she was scouring houses to list for sale; thereby enhancing her real estate career. This property was quite hidden with overgrown shrubs and nonconforming to the surroundings. She was surprised to see how welcomed she was when she approached the door to inquire if there might be an interest in a future sale of said property. That was when she noticed the treasured hope chest.

The senior man, indicated positively, as he was about to enter into a facility for the aged. Hearing his words was the opening she had hoped for, not only was this an opportunity for a commission but, also to gain the hope chest.

Concise, and to the point, as she looked around, she mentioned the room was very crowded with that enormous chest it would be a distraction to potential buyers. Would he be interested in selling it? She asked with tact and thoughtfulness.

Only, he said, if you took all the contents that it held, junk I collected throughout the many years of my life.

Music to her ears, her elation was well contained within her soul as the sale progressed.

The sale of the chest now achieved, with keen anticipation as to what the contents contained; the subject for another future story.

This story; My summarized picture of life. Opportunity/Success, seeking what we desire, hoping to achieve, curious about what it holds. In the end, Galatians 6:7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
Judgment, Heaven or Hell.