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Please bear with my musings for a moment.
I may appear to mention Shirley often, but friends, she is the one who dedicated her life to me and her family. The one who during a lifetime of being together, just will never end being so. So I know her, if I might say, intrinsically, accustomed to what replies she might engender. Yet she constantly surprises me with different words or sayings.
From this photo, note first of all the cup our granddaughter so carefully selected for me/us, at this Xmas. Coincidence? Definitely not. I am trying to be as unbiased as possible (and I am not good at that). There is a subtle message here. Firstly she is telling us where she is at, quite clearly. And then it follows that under the guidance of her patroness Mary, of that I am sure, she indicates that she is here “recruiting” souls who need to hear the only words I know that Shirley is capable of giving, “Arise my friend, I invite you to my home”. Pretty difficult to ignore such a beautiful gesture if we can see the love that comes with it.
Then if we note the beautifully colored roses from the rose vine, growing outside just behind the photo, that she had picked out to plant there sometime before going where she is now. I was messing with her verbally in my living area, and by now she just knew me enough to know what my mouth would utter, I said to her :
“ Shirley, the lovely color of your favorite roses just reflects so well in the color of your cheeks. Yes. Then again maybe I am pushing at you too much of this ‘praising’ stuff, and had better stop while I am ahead. Try accepting this as a compliment.”
What kind of response would you have maybe anticipated????
Just three words :
I ACCEPT IT.
One might gather that even in our soul’s spiritual form, accepting a compliment or praise is still something that not only is viable, but has a ‘soul warming’ feeling never to be refused.
Sorry if I am too long winded!
As if the experience of the statue of Jesus moving his hands was not enough to let me know without a doubt that He gets right down to each and every one of us, yes even me, here is how He settled the doubts I had of the changing of the wine as I had known it. He knows the very thoughts of the most lowly such as me.
At the risk of repeating, I am a few days short of reaching 87 years of life on this planet. With my local church just an 8-minute drive from my home, I frequently attend the 9 am celebration of the mass. And so it was on this fateful day early this year.
My seat in the second row next to the aisle is directly in front of the altar and almost has my name written on it. Well not quite so. Actually, I hear better there and keep myself away from too many other people for my lung health reasons, plus it is a much shorter walk to receive communion from the priest, 10 feet. The duration of the mass is only for 30 minutes, a time frame for some that appears to really tax the time they can “free” for this, and not one minute more. Sounds like a little sarcasm hereNO???
At the core of the mass is what is called the ‘consecration’ of the bread and wine, as was done by Jesus nearly 2000 years ago, at the occasion of the Last Supper. Traditionalists some of us are!!. At that moment the faith teaches us that the priest, the direct representative of Peter, appointed by Jesus himself, is entrusted with repeating this process for us to this and every day.
Now bear with me, I am not preaching but only explaining the process to those who do not know before I can tell you what happened. This is not a ‘who-done-it” mystery, and yet in the most technical sense of the story, it really is a mystery as you will see.
I had always wondered and even thought that we were supposed to assume that a physical change would occur to the wine at that moment. Well, I was about to be shown by the One who originated this process, just what happens at the moment of consecration.
At that moment when the priest takes hold of the chalice containing the wine he had poured into it a few minutes prior, he says some prayers and momentarily places the chalice down on the altar, all the while holding it, before raising it up for all to see. Well at that very moment, to my complete shock, two super bright bursts of ‘blood red’ light illuminated the front of the chalice, one at the mid point and another lower down. That is correct, blood red. These bursts were done one after the other and not jointly and appeared just like you see what a drop of water does when falling on something hard like a floor. The center flattens out and leaves a sort of crown of droplets along the edges that form a circle. Instantly I looked around to see where such precise bursts could have originated. There were no special lights anywhere as it is rather somber in the church. Thenwhat could have hit exactly on the chalice as it did. ….???
Needless to say I was wondering, how this was possible. As soon as mass ended and people had left I walked up to the altar where the chalice is always placed at the end of the mass andexamined it from every possible angle. Nothing but nothing could be responsible. In the last 15 years of my active life I had from scratch rebuilt a series of 15 commercial hydroponic greenhouses, which included everything from plumbing and more importantly proper lighting. So to some extent I was aware of intensity, direction and placement of lights. Each greenhouse is 120 feet long by 30 feet wide to give you a picture of size.
With that said, I also was well aware that each morning mass was video taped for replay on You Tube later in the day for those not able to attend physically at the church. Well you had bestbelieve me I could not get home fast enough to watch the replay of that mass. The camera always zooms in at the consecration time. I felt that the video would vindicate me from some quirk of lights that had happened.
Now for another shock. There were NO bursts of light in the video!!!!! Also, the video is immediately transferred to You Tube and the caliber of the ladies running the video is challenging enough to even do this.
Ok then, what thoughts would you likely have had?? I, a doubting Thomas, was left with only one answer. The matter of only me seeing the lights meant that this was an absolute direct message to me, and me only. Stop doubting and realize that the physical wine never changes into anything else I was realizing, but rather, that Jesus showed me that the intent was to show that His presence is with the chalice. Could a message have been more direct than what I had seen?
In closing, please do not even entertain the thought that I am anything special, but rather just someone needing conviction and trust in what Jesus had instituted at the Last Supper nearly two thousand years ago.
So please, even if you do not subscribe to what I have written here, then just consider this some form of message from a higher authority.
To you who do believe, always keep in mind that such matterslikely happen countless times on this planet, but people seem reluctant to disclose them. An understandable process. It just takes some old geezer the likes of me who can tell it like it is.Well not really “old” but beautifully ripening, which does sound better.Please bear with my musings for a moment.
HOW WOULD YOU REACT TO A SOULS’ ACTION ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS?
This is a recollection of an incident in February 2024 that jarred me to the depths of my very soul. So much so that I only told my immediate family about what had happened.
During the past four years I make a weekly visit to a small retirement home for elderly
priests, most of them requiring some form of physical assistance. Their ages for the 14 or so residents range from 87 to 100. Several of them came from Ireland originally and others are US natives. Also, just about all of them come from small farming homes, and my 25+ years of exporting purebred dairy cattle to countries of the world, gave me a common farming ground with them. I enjoy ‘poking’ at them verbally so as to get the responses that I look for, and hopefully some smiles or laughter. Sitting with them after the daily 30-minute Mass, having some coffee and cookies, the room is very still, so still in fact that at times I remind them that a funeral has more activity in it. So, it gives me an opportunity to give them a change of pace. I use my iPhone to show them interesting matters going on in the world, and other stories they would not be privy to. Oh yes, I do keep it clean!!
Now I just admit that I also have a second motive in joining them at the Mass. You see, with a group of priests in prayer, I figured that my chances of being heard by the One above, were a whole lot better if I could toss my prayers in with theirs, kind of piggy-back, then for sure. God would have to hear them. Ok kind of selfish, but ….
I have a favorite priest Patrick with whom I can banter with in his room after the coffee and visit session. He has been totally blind since at 9 years of age he had meningitis, and yet he has preached all over Canada and the US and parts of Europe. With his low, powerful, somewhat gravelly voice he can deliver a mesmerizing talk that gets anyone’s attention. He has a little sing song, so to speak, that starts with “He Loves Me” with emphasis on each word, and then goes on with “Just the way that I am”. I had coaxed him many times to say it, something he has been doing for over 50 years. Only for some unexplainable reason, it was really resonating with me as I left his room around 11:00AM to exit the building.
As I walked down the hallways to the main entrance, I kept saying to myself, in earnest, “God, do You love ME?” over and over, thinking that a little speck of sand such as I was could ever be heard. As I approached the main door, adjacent to it is the entrance to the small chapel used for their daily Masses, etc. I like to lean on the door frame looking in and give a short thanks for my day, hoping I might have added something to theirs.
As I was repeating those words, I glanced up towards the left front of the chapel where
there is a life size statue of Jesus standing with his arms outstretched, as if to gather in
people. His hands were cupped, as this presentation usually is.
Now comes the shock of a lifetime for me. As I looked up at the statue, and responding to my repetitive words of “Do you love me?”, all along the wall by his right arm appeared a bright white light I estimate at 12 by 36 inches. His arm stood out against the white bright lights. As I kept asking my question, his hands no longer were cupped but with the fingers pointing straight out, they began to slowly move apart, just as we might do when telling someone ‘such and such’ was about this wide or long. Measuring! In other words, He was telling me so clearly just how much He loved me and left no doubt about that.
OK, how would you react ? All I could do was to repeat “Thank you “ many times until the
light was gone. How ready would you be to tell anyone about something like this?? What I experienced was the biggest living spiritual SOUL of our existence. And I ask, “Why Me”??
Just a simple guy from a small village way up north.
In April 2019, Shirley and I visited the EWTN TV headquarters in Irondale, Alabama, a suburb of Birmingham. A 1,000 mile drive from San Antonio. There we saw the Chapel of the Angels from where the TV Masses are taped. Also it gave us an opportunity to meet some of the priests who celebrate the Masses. This is the network that Mother Angelica established near 50 yrs ago with six nuns accompanying her and $200 in her pocket.
From there, we travelled 40 miles north to Hanceville, where we visited the grand Shrine of the Blessed Sacrament, also thanks to Mother Angelica’s ability to convince donors to fund the building. It is beautiful. Also holds the vault of Mother Angelica. Worth a visit.
Leaving for San Antonio, we stopped midway of this long trip in a motel. During the night, when yours truly decided to make a visit to the restroom, on my return to bed I turned and saw this big white cross on the wall, lit up in white. Both Shirley and I were, needless to sa,y quite surprised, and gave thanks for this special sight. In the morning it was gone.
We could spend much time trying to figure out if we had caused this to happen with in-room lighting or whatever. But we also were well aware that when such events occur, do as a wise old retired priest told me. “Emile, stop over-analyzing and accept the event for what it was intended, and move on. There is always a purpose for these and we just need to believe and accept”.
Well, that is all of the story and you can decide for yourselves if that was a special message or not. Naturally, you know how Shirley and I accepted the happening by giving thanks to God.
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