Again we are challenged with Paint Chips as pictured here
When it comes to The Faith, I want the whole enchilada because Jesus founded One Church, and one of those things is not like the other. A brick building with the word Church does not mean it is THEE Church. Christ’s teaching is not as a lipstick fluctuating with vast changes of shades and colors. As you learned back in the day, the marks of the Church are One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic. The Church is not like a Sand Dollar crawling on the bottom; instead, it is a coral reef, anchored, and anchored in Truth. Truth is our nectar in life; the sweet taste of Truth is quite peachy for lack of a better word and the only word left in this challenge of words, known as Paint Chips.
Seek to find This Truth
Quote “The Truth will set you free”
Words never to fail
Thinking of my recent followers, now, for some time, I notice several are atheistic.
I feel compelled to explain why I believe in God since many of my followers are doubters.
Thinking along these lines journeyed deep into my nature as to why I believe in God. I have always accepted, but there was a time when I doubted. It was that time in my life I wanted my will to be done; therefore, I pushed God on the back burner. I notice something was amiss in my life; it was peace, so I began to pray again. With prayer anew, daily activities resulted at the end of unrest. This END forced me to the BEGINNING of peace.
Why do I believe in God? I will write about in subsequent writings beginning with a series of posts.
Today with this post I believe, because I pray!
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Identity – July 13, 2020
One day while I minded my own business, a couple of men tried to stump me. I knew by the tone of their voice what they intended. It so happened and unknown to me, my scapular was hanging out from beneath my outer garment—those who do not know a scapular, a blessed religious article sacred to Traditional Catholics.
They heckled and said,
“do you really believe that piece of cloth will save you”?
“No,” I said, “it is my identity.”
I continued to explain how an officer wears a badge, or others might wear a logo to identify themself.
To wear a Cross or medal is not superstitious as many WANT to believe; it means merely we identify ourselves with Jesus, Mary His Mother, who was with Him from His conception till His death. Now that is worth in which to identify for those who believe.
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “MIGHTY”, The word click here
“Because He that is mighty, hath done great things to me; and holy is His name.” Luke 1;49
Impossible to love her more than her Son, she will always lead you to her Son.
One day while I was explaining to my friend why we honor Mary, she listened and heard. Her young daughter was in the hospital, she was on her way to visit, stopping at the long red light, her eyes looking this way and that way, she saw a Church down the street with a giant statue there of Jesus.
Her daughter was very seriously ill, and she, my friend, decided it was time to pray for her, she continued driving but made a turn around to the Church building to pray at the Church. When she pulled up to the building, getting out of her car, it was not Jesus, but Mary’s figure beckoned her to come into the Church.
Later she mentioned to me her experience and said, “Mary led me to Jesus.” My friend was soon after Baptised as well as her daughter.
Try It! It’s your turn to do creative writing using these paint chip words below.
Find the prompt click here
Before God created — only obsidian
Although God needed nothing and so nothing was
The Three perfectly happy; their alpine, their all.
Rich soil, snow angels totally they created!
All-knowing, God, absolutely spoke: “I predict!”
A jaded panther appears, red flag certainly!
Before God created — only obsidian
Looking down into the Grand Canyon is scary indeed!
Looking up into the Niagara Falls, the Power of God!
I see His aura surrounding Him among His creations;
Totality gathers around His masterpiece, His mother!
Created especially for her role.
I think of her as my wishing well
With an antique rose in her hair
Upon it, a tiny dewdrop.
Without her, only a foggy harbor.
Upon waking this Holy Saturday, I began to meditate on what was going on this day with Our Lord Jesus Christ—knowing that the Blessed Sacrament was no longer present in the Church Tabernacle. By this action, it represented Jesus was in the tomb. The Creed we say indicates that Jesus “suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried; He descended into hell!” Hell, in this sense, a place where the Beatific Vision was absent, a waiting place for those who awaited the gates of Heaven to open, that they will march with Jesus Christ through those gates with Jesus leading them.
Think: How happy they must have been, finally, Jesus fulfilled the reason for His becoming our God-Man; to die that God the Father agreed to be appeased by the Sacrifice of His Son, the Second Person of the Trinity.
“It is finished.”
Yes, the souls Jesus left behind, some in doubt, others His enemies were proud of their deed, others still confused and afraid. However, the souls in Limbo were joyful and filled to the brim with happiness.
Today we know the end of the story, we too should see this day as joyful, since the gates of Heaven are NOW opened for all. All who desire to spend their eternity with God, all who keep His Commandments and all who seek His One, Holy, Apostolic, Catholic Church founded by Jesus or have a desire to find it. Seek, and you shall find!
Here at WordPress with dVerse we are challenged to write a prose with 144 words only using the phrase “These memories were left here with the trees” — the line from the poem “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” dVerse calls it prose from poetry.
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As the story is told, there existed one man, one woman, Adam and Eve. Living in a lush garden, without cares everything perfect; even the fiercest animals were gentle and kind.
God gave them one commandment, not to touch or eat of the tree standing there. Delightful to look at but deadly!
Curiosity lost; with the touching of the tree, fruit eaten; the downfall of the human race.
Not the end! But the beginning!
God in His mercy did not curse the trees; instead wrought our salvation, offering another chance to humanity by the use of a tree.
Listen now to the crackling of the leaves underfoot as they searched for one specific an exceptional tree, fashioned to form the Cross to hold the Divine Body of God. The trees in the forest spoke, and “These memories were left here with the trees” FOREVER!