Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

What is Lent Really About?


Within my parish many are following this season of penance, by giving up 'things'. Some have decided to go without sugar in their coffee, one lady said she would go without cream in her cup of tea and also give up eating dessert. Others said they were forgoing watching their favourite television shows 'for God.'

How does this affect God? I don't think it affects God at all. What can we give to God who is sufficient unto Himself?

Lent is about purification and a time to reflect and ask within ourselves the hard questions. Lent is also a time of inner surgery, where we find and search deep within our souls and personality to see where have we offended God. Where have we failed to do His Will? Where have we wounded Him and in so doing wounded ourselves and others?

Where have we walked away from God and what opportunities to do good did we overlook or fail to act on even though we knew it would benefit another?

Then there are the other questions we need to ask. What have we placed before God, where have we been inattentive to His Will. And most importantly how much time do we spend with God, alone.

These weeks of Lent are our time 'spent in the desert' as we seek God's guidance and weed out our weaknesses and those things which seperate us from His Divine Love.

In order for God to work fully within our souls we need Him to purify us from all that which holds us to the world. It is time to weed out selfishness, laziness, unkindness, impatience, anger, pride. This is a momentous task, for me at least especially as I fall into many of the above categories.

Once we confront these lesser qualities within ourselves and through the Sacrament of Penance only then can God fill the empty vessels of our souls with His Divine Love so that we too arise, renewed and filled with joy.

Rather than give something up, give of yourself to those in your community who are hungry, tired, lonely, sick, deprived and unloved.

What is our most precious commodity? The thing we prize most of all?

Our time.

Amen, Amen my God, breatheth in me the dew of thy Grace which bringeth me to the well spring of they Awesome Love, which overcometh my timid soul, and fills it with all good things, so that I may boast, here in lay my strength. I am nothing and God is ALL.

Written by Marie

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

What Is Love?



When we claim that it's love

that we have for someone,

are we correct?


Something to ponder upon.....


Are your palms sweaty,

is your heart racing and

is your voice caught within your chest?


It isn't love, it's LIKE


You can't keep your eyes or hands

off them, am i right?


It isn't love, it's LUST


Are you proud and eager

to show them off?


It isn't love, it's LUCK


Do you want them because you know they're there?


It isn't love, it's LONELINESS


Are you there because it's what everyone wants?


It isn't love, it's LOYALTY


Are you there because they

kissed you, or held your hand?


It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE


Do you stay for their confessions

of love, because you don't

want to hurt them?


It isn't love, it's PITY


Do you belong to them because

their sight makes your heart

skip a beat?


It isn't love, it's INFATUATION


Do you pardon their faults

because you care about them?


It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP


Do you tell them every day

they are the only one you think of?


It isn't love, it's a LIE


Are you willing to give all of your favorite thing for their sake?

It isn't love, it's CHARITY


************** LOVE **************


Does your heart ache and break

when they're sad?


then it's LOVE


Do you cry for their pain, even

when they're strong?


then it's LOVE


Do their eyes see your true heart,

and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?


then it's LOVE


Do you stay because a blinding,

incomprehensible mix of pain

and relation pulls you close

and holds you there?


then it's LOVE


Do you accept their faults

because they're a part of who they are?


then it's LOVE


Are you attracted to others, but stay

with them faithfully without regret?


then it's LOVE


Would you allow them to leave you

not because they want to

but because they have to?


then it's LOVE


Would you give them you're heart,

your life, your death?


then it's LOVE


**************** ? ****************

Now, if love is painful,

and tortures us so,

why do we love?


Why is it all we search for in life?


This pain, this agony?


Why is it all we long for?


This torture, this powerful death of self


************ why? *************


The answer is so simple cause it's...


LOVE.


"It is such an addiction that even people who don't have love,

wish to experience it and share it!"


Anon

Friday, November 28, 2008

Miracle of the Rosary-A Personal Story


When my mother was dying of cancer she would spend hours laying in her bed staring in rapture at a picture of Our Lady. It was a normal picture of our Lady and I could not understand what my mother stared at with such intensity and adoration.


Oneday I decided to go in and ask her, why she continued to stare with such love at a mere picture? Her response was to smile at me and say, 'oh but if you only knew her, how beautiful she is, how beautiful...' I again looked at the painting and could not see what my mother was seeing.

Every night before my mother went to sleep she would always wrap her Rosary around her hand. Until one night when she could not find her Rosary, my mother was most upset as my father and I upended her bedside table. We emptied out the draws, no Rosary. I looked into my mothers pillow case still no Rosary, I also felt around her body in the bed and again no Rosary. Finally I got a torch and on my hands and knees I looked under her bed only to be disappointed, no Rosary.

My mothers Rosary seemed to have disappeared!

I offered my mother my own Rosary but my mother said no, she wanted her own, so with a sad smile we retired for the night. I lay awake for a long while because I knew what a comfort the Rosary was for my mother and then when I could hear her sleeping I also went to sleep.

The next morning I was awoken very early as my mother yelled for me. Thinking she was in immense pain I jumped up and ran into her room only to find my mother sitting up and holding out her hand. Wrapped around my mothers hand was her Rosary...The Rosary that neither my father or myself could find only the night before.

My mother then looked at the picture of Our Lady and said, 'oh, I knew you would find it for me... beautiful Lady, thankyou.'

Months later when my mother lay in hospital dying I made sure her Rosary was wrapped around her hand.

And again...

Thankyou beautiful Lady, thankyou.

Written by Marie

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

A Lesson Learned


Words can never show
What's really down inside

Our actions show our truer 'selves'

The 'me' we try to hide.


We fight to stuff it all within,

The guilt and shame we feel.

It's not until we start to "let go"

That we begin to really heal.

Tears come welling up, I'm scared!

Of the demon that's within.

I want to change but feel so weak

To fight what some call Sin.


Again, it's "letting go" I need,

To acknowledge I have NO power.

Then, and only then I'll see,

That this is my finest hour!

In now, my greatest weakness,
I finally fall to my knees.

In humble broken powerlessness

I now see my "Sin disease".

Tears, they come as floods
I think I won't survive.

But in the midst of the death I feel,

Perhaps I am for the first time "alive".

Can it be? That all this pain,
Was not a waste of my life?

But rather I had valuable lessons to learn

Through disappointment and strife?

I see more clearly with each day
That the "hell" that I've been in,

Is really my "dying to self"

So that a new life could begin.

Could God not help me??
In the chaos I was in?
Yes, I suppose He was,

But I had to let Him in.

In past times, I would not really let go
And let God enter in.
I wanted life to be as I prescribed it

Which was my greatest Sin.

With devastation all around me
And my life hopelessly out of my control.

I cannot fix others whom I love

Much less, myself console.

God help me learn to love
The way you want me to.

Grant me the serenity to accept

The love that comes from You.

I am a new creation
And learning how to truly "live"

Taking each day as a gift from God

A truer love I now receive and give.


Anon

Saturday, May 17, 2008

We Are Born To Love


We are born with two eyes in front
because we must not always look behind,
but see what lies ahead beyond ourselves

We are born to have two ears
-one left, one right
so we can hear both sides,
collect both the compliments and criticisms,
to see which are right.

We are born with a brain concealed in a skull
then no matter how poor we are,
we are still rich,
for no one can steal what our brain contains,
packing in more jewels and rings
than you can think.

We are born with two eyes, two ears,
but one mouth
for the mouth is a sharp weapon,
it can hurt, flirt, and kill.
Remember our motto:
talk less, listen and see more.

We are born with only one heart,
deep in our ribs it reminds us
to appreciate and give
love from deep within.


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Looking For Love In The Wrong Places


Many people in today’s world are seeking validation in all the wrong places and in the wrong people. In that in order to feel good about themselves they rely on another’s opinion, this leads to a roller coaster ride of insecurities.


We see in the world around us, how many people fall into the trap of making the outside look perfect whilst ignoring the inner soul. Even in this consumer society, just how many face lifts, botox treatments and divorces do people need in order to gain some sense of security?

Many reach this predicament because they have forgotten what love is, for sincere love is selfless, it longs to give rather than receive. True love seeks not after its own gratification, but instead it seeks to enrich those who have most need of it. Most especially those in the margins of life, who feel unloved, unwanted and who feel the chill of knowing they are special to noone.

God loves us without need of a receipt.

God does not love us because we have made efforts to deserve it, He loves us because we need Him. Therefore the Triune Spirit endeavours to give each soul the Gifts it needs in order to teach the soul how to Love with Christlike compassion and mercy. But, this Christlike Love is not what we share with our family and friends. This love calls us out into the desert. It calls us to go beyond our bounderies and limitations to risk ourselves, for loves sake alone.

God's Love is a Radical Love.

It is when we place our happiness in the hands of another that we are doomed to a life of inner unhappiness, in that it is beyond man's ability to provide the inner joy and peace that many seek. This inner peace and joy can only be found in Christ, and through the Holy Spirit our souls are illuminated to the fullness and meaningfulness of the essence of Divine Love which ignites the heart and sets itself aflame.

God calls the broken hearted for only He alone can heal that which man has torn asunder.

Love is risky. Love hurts. Love scorches our souls till we cry out in anguish and loss..and then we understand..Love Sacrificed Himself so we could live Eternally with Divine Love.

Written by Marie

Monday, April 28, 2008

Happy Birthday Mawieeeee!!!!!



Today is a very blessed day. It’s the day that the good Lord blessed us all with Marie. The birthday person gets gifts on their birthday but I feel like I have been given the gift of Mawie. God blessed me with a gem, someone so special and so beautiful, thank you God! Words cannot express what her friendship means to me, always being there for me, always there to lend a shoulder to lean on, always there to give you that boost that you need sometimes, will correct you when wrong, will always encourage you, always love you, always be there and to know that she lifts me up in prayer, what a friend, what a blessing!! I don't know what I did to deserve it all but I am humbled and so very thankful.

Woooohoooo sis 21 again!!! LOL!!

So to my dear sis Mawie,

May the Lord continue to guide and bless you
and keep you in His most tender embrace.

May your birthday bring
You as much happiness
As you give to everyone
Who knows you

Happy Birthday dear Sis!

muah!!!

Luv ya, luv ya, luv ya!!


Monday, March 31, 2008

A SONG OF LOVE


LOVE reckons not by time–its May days of delight

Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.


Love reckons not by time–its moments of despair

Are years that march like prisoners, who drag the chains they wear.


Love counts not by the sun–it hath no night or day–

'Tis only light when love is near–'tis dark with love away.


Love hath no measurements of height, or depth, or space,

But yet within a little grave it oft hath found a place.


Love is its own best law–its wrongs seek no redress;

Love is forgiveness–and it only knoweth how to bless


Virna Sheard

Monday, March 17, 2008

Still He Walked


He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"... He could hear the hatred in their voices, These were his chosen people. He loved them, And they were going to crucify him. He was beaten, bleeding and weakened... his heart was broken, But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace. He knew each of the faces so well. He had created them. He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear, But now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke, But still He walked.

Was he scared? You and I would have been. So his humanness would have mandated that he was. He felt alone. His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him. He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few. Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered. And he knew that he would never be alone. He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spitting at him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knew that because of him, they would never be alone. So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through the crowd. The sounds of his cries echoed even louder, the cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow. Loudest of all was the still small voice inside his heart that whispered "I am with you, my son," And God's heart broke. He had let his son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering, but instead he asked God to forgive. Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him. As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death, he looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd, but also, the face of every person yet to be, and his heart filled with love. As his body was dying, his heart was alive. Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us. That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me, I remember his walk.

When I wonder if I can be forgiven, I remember his walk.

When I need reminded of how to live like Christ, I think of his walk.

And to show him how much I love him, I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him, And I walk.

-- Author Unknown

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Loving God-Loving The Least


Often times we think we love God to our utmost being, but do we? During Lent I have read where many have decided to abstain from their favourite foods or beverages, which is a good thing, but it doesnt affect God one iota.


Did Jesus die to teach us to go without sugar or cream?

To try and at least see God through a thick fog of incomprehension we must recognise His Majesty.

This is a God who Created the Heavens above, galaxy upon galaxy both seen and unseen by man's limited eye. A God who Created all things on this earth which we all take for granted. The sun rises because God Wills it. The moon shines its pearly whiteness against the blackened sky because God ordered it's design.

A butterfly floats past, it's gossamer wings spread in all its colourful glory as it moves with the breeze, and we barely see it. The ants which seem to run in a scurrying hurry with no particular purpose as they run from one place to another and we step on them.

A baby's scream pierces the air as the Doctor brings it forth from its mothers womb, and both mother and father weep as they behold their beloved and longed for child.

A mother screams in anguish as she holds the body of her malnourished child as the child breathes it's last, in a world grown indifferent from the suffering of others.

It is 4PM and the air is charged with expectation as parents wait, every now and again they will surreptitiously look at the clock on the wall. Will today be different? Will today be THE day? By 6PM they no longer look at the clock as with bowed heads and heavy hearts they realise they are the forgotten one's.

To love God is to love the least amongst us.

Our love for God is measured by how we care for the forgotten and unloved amidst our own communities.

Are we indifferent to Christ's Passion?

We can spend copious hours in prayer contemplating Christ's Passion whilst ignoring the passion of those who have been forgotten or rejected by society.

Prayer is not about getting it IS about giving. Prayer should compassionate our hearts, soften our rugged harsh edges till we in our own dark abyss understand, WE are the poor for our love is limited.

We shake our heads at the heartlesness of the world around us. We see the suffering in Darfur or Rwanda feel pity for those poor people. But is our hearts rent asunder?

We go about our daily business as baby upon baby are torn from their mothers womb and tossed in the incinerator. Their unheard screams reach Heaven, 'how long Lord, how long?'

Still, God waits for us to care. To give. To love, selflessly. To love till it costs because He did.

Are you indifferent to Christ's Passion?

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Valentine BUG


This is a piece I wrote a couple years ago, it’s a bit long but the points I highlighted are still very relevant and even more evident today.


Ah yes! Valentine day is upon us. It’s the time for chocolate, roses and stuffed animals. Cupid is busing himself shooting arrows, the devil is singing and the cash registers are going “cha-ching.” Sex toys are out in all their glory, condom advertisements have been quadrupled, hotels are offering packages for couples to come and share an “intimate” evening and night and the kinky lingerie has turned from scraps to floss. We hear people saying Valentine day has lost its meaning as far as “love” is concerned but the harsher reality is what it has turned into…. a day and night in honor of vices.

Far too many young people choose this day to give away one of their most precious gifts, their virginity. They plan for months to make this night oh so perfect for their first time. Some will argue, hey they don’t even wait and plan for Valentine day but the fact remains that far to many use this “holiday” as an avenue to entice their partner into giving up something that should be saved for your beloved spouse on your wedding night. Just do it….. on your wedding night. I am not saying to get married for the sake of having sex “within” marriage, marriage is not to be taken lightly nor is having sex. It’s not even called sex, its called “making love”.

Almost laughable. For starters what is dubbed “making love” is more often than not, brutal, perverse and downright degrading to those partaking in the act. God created us above the animals yet some humans choose to behave like animals, not even like animals but worse than them. What was created to be a beautiful union of a man and a woman, yes a man and a woman, has been twisted and misshaped into something that people either well are ashamed of or just don’t care about.

And yup that deceiver of all deceivers is behind it all. We have those who think that sex is this bad thing and cringe at the mention of the word, oh no not me, not sex! I can understand where it stems from but it is not right to think that sex is something bad and wrong. Anything created by God is indeed good, its how man has taken something beautiful and turned it into something that people are ashamed of. Then there are the I don’t even know how to describe them, people who just casually and yes its casual, have sex anywhere, anytime, any place with anyone. Sex to them is like frogs jumping from one lily pad to the next, before you bat your eyelid it’s another partner.

Oh how it pains me to see something so precious and sacred, used and abused for selfish desires. The brutality and the pervasiveness stems from a selfish desire to satisfy self…the ME me me, its all about me syndrome. You say you love me and I love you, so let’s “make love” because we are in love. But let’s consider another option, I love you and will not have sex with you or anyone else until marriage because I love and respect you so much that I will deny my selfish desires. WOW! Now isn’t this love, denial of SELF for love of me. I’ll take it!

We have been so foolishly led to believe that the way to show we love someone is to shower them with gifts, expensive gifts at that. Who said that a guy has to give a gal flowers and chocolate and jewellery to prove that he loves her? So what if the guy really can’t afford to buy you something, are we gals so self-centered that we would pressure the guy and keep reminding him, “hon Valentine day is coming up, don’t forget the diamonds! The bigger the better, and if I don’t get it you know you ain’t getting “it” either.”

So that’s what we have come to, using sex to get what we want and have turned heartfelt expressions into the more dollars spent the more I “love” and appreciate you. There is a word for this, witchcraft, manipulating someone to have our way. There is nothing new under the sun, I think it’s just that this generation does everything in the open. I mean to walk through a mall and see stores specializing in ‘adult toys”. And this is not limited to the so-called generation X, there are many married people who have these “toys”. Would really love to know how you would explain one of these toys to your four year old who just happens to find one of your “tools” lying around. What would you say?

And the media that gives us so much information, too much information at times, we don’t hear them saying anything. Why would they have anything to say, I mean Valentine day advertisements and sales boost just about every sector of the economy! Let’s see, the kinky lingerie, yah need the cloth, well I beg to differ, these things I can use to floss my teeth and still need some real floss to finish cleaning my teeth for there being a lack of cloth! So there is a demand for the materials needed to make this lingerie. This would include the energy sector, the public sector, have all the taxes etc etc to pay and lets not forget the private sector. The wholesalers and the retailers, the stores and the media, big bucks for advertisements!

Commercialize it more and more, make them spend more and more, money they don’t even have, make them want more and more and not be able to satisfy our gluttonous appetites for wanting everything. The master puppeteer, pulling and tugging at us, making us dance to his music, without even realizing that it is part of his “master plan.” Pulls a cover over our eyes and make us go and do everything based on selfish desires.

So yes I reach to the “ah its okay to have sex cause we are doing it the ‘safe way’ excuse.” The condom….tsk tsk tsk. Safe sex right. Wrong. Okay the downside of the condom, who would have thought that there is a downside to using a condom, well there is. Let’s see, a sperm cell which is couple thousand times larger than a virus cell can pass through the “wall” of the condom. Safe isn’t it, very safe. So parents give their children these safety “tools” and pat themselves on the back, “yes I have done something good! Three cheers for me, my kids are going to be safe now! Hey if they are going to do it anyway they might as well be safe! Yeah a round of applause for me!!!”

I mean far be it to suggest to your kids, “hon you should wait until your honeymoon night to give your precious gift of virginity to your beloved.” Oh no no no! We treat virginity as if it is some sort of plague, like if you don’t have sex now like lightening is gonna strike yah down or you will break out in a rash or get spasms or something. We tell our boys, “son to be a man you have to plant your seeds, spread them far and wide. Then and only then are you da man!”

And our girls, we encourage them to give in cause we say, “well they are in ‘love’ and the only way to keep the guy around if for you to have sex with him.” you know the excuse of well “I much rather know and be able to ‘protect’ them rather than not know and have them NOT doing it the ‘safe way’.

So why is the fact that there isn’t any such thing as having safe sex using a condom not being advertised? Well the condom industry entices the medical industry to say nothing about it cause lets see, if more people come down with STD’s, that’s more people who will require treatment and drugs. Ahhh the mighty dollar sign! We spend loads of money to buy these condoms then pay the rest of our lives cause our “safety apparatus” was faulty. Puppets dancing to the control and music of the master puppeteer on a stage set up by him.

It’s the day to wine, dine and “romance” each other, manipulate our partners into buying us stuff and then manipulate our partners into “giving” us stuff because we spent big bucks on them. Love is not an erotic, impulsive emotion, it is something that is part of the will and true love is only willed by one who is being fed true affection and appreciation by genuine, heartfelt expressions that comes from the will of another. Call me a prude but Cupid better aim his arrow somewhere else.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Show Your Appreciation


The deepest principal in human nature is the craving to be appreciated. If you treat an individual as if they were what they ought to be and could be, they will become what they ought to be and could be.


There is no stimulus like that which comes from knowing that others believe in you. There is no investment you can make which will pay you so well as your effort to scatter sunshine and good cheer where ever you are.

Applaud them when they run, console them when they fall, and cheer them when they recover.

As water is to a flower -- So is praise to the heart of another.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Authentic Love- The Therese Way


There is a difference between self esteem and self love. Authentic self esteem is to see oneself as we truly are, nothing. It is also to give merit where it belongs, to God. It is the knowledge that we are not the Source of Love, God is. We are able to love only if we empty ourselves of vainglories and accept our humble state.


Self love on the other hand accepts all praise as if it were merited and gives no credit to God. There are many faces of self love, the most glaring is the need to be the centre of attention whether it be by showing off or the need of approbation from others. Self love is distorted love in that the person either thinks too highly of itself or it thinks of itself as too lowly. Both have the same meaning the focus remains on themselves.

When a persons conversation becomes full of 'I' 'ME' 'MY', that is a sure sign of too much self love and not enough self forgetting. Another sign of self love is the inability to accept criticism and perceives constructive criticism as a personal attack.

That wonderful Saint, Therese also recognised this when she was cautioned about speaking the truth to a fellow Sister, here is what Therese said, "If I'm not loved, that's just too bad! I tell the truth and if anyone does not want to know it, let her not come looking for me." Therese was disciplined and did not seek or need the admiration on the part of the novices.

We sometimes misunderstand Therese in our need to turn her into a nice girl who ran around throwing roses. Do we believe this myth because it makes it easier to love her? Or do we believe the myth because it means we do not have to leave our comfort zone?

Yet this most August Saint encourages us to go beyond our limits. To seek nothing for itself but to give of oneself generously but not out of self conceit. All of Therese's focus was on God and God alone and it was God she loved to her utmost being.

Therese is not a comfortable Saint. Can we live her little Way? A Way that seeks to empty ourselves of all Ego? That puts itself last and allows itself to be forgotten to become..nothing in the scheme of things. Can we do this?

We know Therese through her book which her Mother Superior insisted she write, but what of the soul who does not receive this commission are you ready to be unknown, misunderstood and loved only by God?

Therese was a woman of immense strength which had little to do with throwing flowers and smiling sweetly. This was a woman of steel who endured the 'dark night of the soul' who at times in the midst of her own passion had suicidal thoughts. Does that fact make you uncomfortable? It shouldnt. It simply makes Therese human and fallible just like the rest of us.

If you love Saint Therese then love her for the right reasons and not the myths that have sugar coated her deep, intense & profound spirituality.

Therese shows us the difference between self love and authentic love.

The next time you are undergoing a crisis understand one thing, are you making your 'feelings' your priority? Or do you Trust God enough to let go of your need to control yourself and those around you?

If you are suffering do you suffer in silence or do you alert those around you and almost the entire world about what you are enduring?

Therese possessed a crystal purity of the true meaning of suffering and embraced it even as her heart trembled at what lay ahead of her. This young woman lived with fear as the night closed around her and her senses fell in the abyss of negation.

The great lesson of Therese is she loved God for who He is and not for what He had given her or would give her.

Therese loved God more than she loved herself. That is authentic Love.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Jesus' Mother



Would you want to have been Jesus’ mother…
Knowing that your child was to die for the sins of others?

Watching Him as He lay in that manger so warm and still…
That from the beginning this whole plan was God’s will.



You watch Him play on that earthen floor…
Realizing that one day He would walk out your door.

Even as He grew and learned Joseph’s business so well…
You knew that to a piece of wood he would some day be nailed.

Now you hear Him say that His Father’s business must begin…
Your heart breaks in two because this signals the end.

Thirty plus years have come and gone…
What a terrible burden a mother carries alone.

There hangs your Son on a rugged old cross…
Giving His life to save all who are lost.

You remember that old inn, where they said there was no room…
Now your son lies in a cold damp tomb.

A truer love you will not find in any other…
Than the love that Jesus knew from His precious mother.



Sunday, December 16, 2007

Joy To The World



Blessed be to you and yours
this special time of year
And may the precious gift of life
forever bring your cheer.

What a wondrous blessing
have we to behold
Born to us one Holy night
a union for our souls.

Such delight we've come to know
now that the season's near
A joy and love and peace for all
when Christmas Day is here!

Precious love we share is ours
a gift for all mankind
Born two thousand years ago
by a blessed hand divine.

Blessed be this Christmas time
O, come let us adore!
A wish for peace for all the earth,
and blessings to your and yours.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

A Special Gift


I wanted to give the Lord a gift.
But, what had I for him?
Money was scarce at my house.
Christmas was looking grim.

I went to the store to look for
What I could give my Lord.
It had to be something special,
Something I knew I could afford.

I stood, looking in the window,
When I heard a pitiful sob.
"What's wrong," I asked the woman.
She said, "My husband lost his job.

I can't afford to buy him a gift.
I wish Christmas would never come."
I smiled, as I opened my wallet,
And, from my Christmas money, gave her some,

Now, my money was even less.
But, it's alright, I thought.
I still had enough to pay for
The gift of love I sought.

Then, I saw it, the perfect gift.
But, I, also, saw a child in tears.
I knelt down and took his hand.
Somehow, I had to calm his fears.

"We just don't have any money,"
He said, as he wiped his eyes.
"I wanted to give Mommy a present,
Because I know how hard she tries."

Once again, I opened my wallet
And my last few dollars were given.
Now, I couldn't buy that special gift.
My heart sank as I looked toward Heaven.

"Lord, I wanted to give to you
A gift that came from my heart.
Now, I'm the one with no money."
Then, I felt the teardrops start.

"My Child," the Lord whispered,
"You gave, not one but, two gifts
That came from your heart
And given with love by you."

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

For Love of Mary-A Personal Testimony


As most are aware I was not raised in a religious environment. I experienced a conversion to Christianity when I was 30 years old from which I was baptized into the Lutheran Church.


I loved the Lutheran Church and joined several bible studies and prayer devotional groups. The Lutheran people were wonderful to me and accepted me into their homes and their hearts.

Why then did I leave?

It was during a Christmas service when our Pastor gave his sermon. He said to paraphrase, 'Mary was just an ordinary young girl who God happened to choose to bear His Son. Any woman here could also have been chosen.'

For some reason this particular sermon did not sit well with me. How could any of us think that we could carry Jesus within our bodies? Weak, frail and sinful as we are? It simply did not make sense.

I tried to speak to the Pastor about my concerns but he did not take much notice, but I could not let it go. There was something special about Mary. I had to find out what.

The following week I went to the only catholic book shop in Adelaide and bought almost every book I could find on Mary. I read descriptions where authors alluded to the Ark of the Covenant and how Mary was described as the Ark of the New Covenant, now this made sense.

I read strange words like 'Immaculate Conception' and that Mary was the new Eve. More strange words also came to the forefront like 'Eucharist', which then had me buying books on the Eucharist.

I read books where authors said that Mary was sinless and that God had performed this miracle in the womb of her own Mother, St. Anne, rather than confuse me it made perfect sense.

In order for Mary to carry Jesus within her womb she HAD to be sinless for as I have said, the Divine cannot co-exist with corruption.

Through this journey I also knew that Mary was indeed like us. A normal woman who cared for her family and tended to their needs but unlike us, Mary did the Will of the Father perfectly.

I was beginning to love this woman. This perfect and most wondrous lady called, Mary.

Then I read about the Cross and how the Mother of God beheld her Son, bloodied, spittle mixed with sweat dripping from Him. Naked and humiliated. This was her beloved Son, this was her God, who hung from a Cross.

I began to understand what love is.

I understood Mary's love for each of us. Yes! We are also her children. I finally understood that Mary gave her Fiat not just to God but for all of us who are in need of Salvation.

Mary was no human incubator. Mary was God's JOY.

When you love Mary you do not love Jesus less, if anything one learns to love Jesus more because Mary points to her Son, 'do what He tells you.'

The love I have for this most beautiful of women fail me. I cannot describe in words the greatness of this most Holy Woman, a woman who brings JOY to God's Heart.

All I can say is the more I learnt about Mary the more I loved her. This most wondrous Mother has my heart. How could anyone not love the Mother of God?

I spent a year discerning where God wished me to be, but I knew I was being called into the Catholic Church.

By leaving the Lutheran Church I upset many of my friends who felt betrayed. Some came to me and tried to instill fear by saying the Pope is the Anti-Christ.

I did not argue with them. I knew the Truth. It is true when the Word says, 'The Truth shall set you free.'

Many of my Lutheran friends did not speak to me for more than ten years. I understood the pain they felt, and that they considered me a traitor. I understood but I did not turn back.

Though my journey into the Catholic Church was painful, still I did not turn back. I understood to turn back meant leaving behind Our Blessed Mother and the Sacraments of the One True Church.

Our Lady not only stole my heart, she saved it.

My heart overflows with love for Mother Church, for the Sacraments which give us life and for Mary who gave us..Christ.

How can one not love this most beautiful of Mothers? You tell me? Does Mary have your heart?

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Why Jesus?


JESUS was born,
that I might be born twice.

HE became poor,
that I might possess wealth.

HE became homeless,
that I might have mansions.

HE was stripped,
that I always should have clothes.

HE was forsaken,
that I always should have friends.

HE was bound,
that I might have perfect liberty.

HE was sad,
that I might have full joy.

HE descended,
that I should be lifted up.

HE became a servant,
that I might be a son forever.

HE was hungry,
that I should always have food.

HE was made sin,
that I should share HIS righteousness.

HE died,
that I should never taste Eternal death.

HE will come down,
that I might go up.

All of this -- that HE might display in me the riches of
HIS grace and mercy for me.