All things are possible, if you do whatever he tells you.
I’m finally back to work. I’m starting off slowly, as I gain my strength. Being healed is one thing. Recovery is something else. Up to today I can get in and out of bed without assistance, dress myself, wash dishes and cook dinner all while in a wheelchair. Brothers Chris and Bernie were are always attentive to my needs, especially Brother Bernie. I don’t know how the man does it. He teaches college, religious education and takes communion to the sick at the local hospital. On top of that, he has prayer commitments and household chores. However, he always has time to give me hand when I’m stuck. I get stuck quite easily and sometimes its comical.
One day I was coming out of the cell, in the wheelchair. As I left the cell, I turned my chair around, 180 0. I had never noticed the narrowness of the corridor outside to the cell. Needles to say, I spent almost 15 minutes trying to turn myself around to go in the right direction and I always ended up facing either the bathroom door or the cell door. Apparently, I crashed into the walls and door so much that it attracted attention and another brother had to rescue me or I would still be swiveling from side to side in a narrow corridor.
Yesterday, we had our weekly community meeting. The discussion centered on putting everything in the hands of Christ and his mother. As we took turns talking, one of the brothers referred to something interesting that happened to me as I was crashing to my death. Brother said, “If that had been me, I would have been asking God ‘Where are
you?’ “Or I would be concerned with what’s happening. My blood pressure was crashing, my kidneys stops working. I stopped breathing and had to be intubated.
Now comes the part that interested me. Brother said that I had not said a word from the time they rolled me out of the emergency room into ICU. As I was losing air I said, “Pray with me.” He says that I could hardly be understood. He asked me if I wanted to pray the Rosary and I nodded “no”. He then asked me if 
I wanted to pray the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and I nodded “yes”. We started to pray the chaplet. Brother 
remembers that my voice faded out and the doctor and nurses moved in with all kinds of gadgets to assist my breathing. Nothing worked. It was decided to put a respiratory tube down my throat. If that didn’t work the next step would be to let me go. The doctors and my family had done everything humanly possible to keep me alive. They followed Pope John Paul’s example to the tiniest detail. A tracheotomy would have been an extraordinary measure, without any guarantee that it would work.
As Brother was sharing what he saw and what we did in ICU, he and the other brothers expressed amazement that I had not called out to the doctor for help. I don’t remember any of this. But apparently, I never panicked as my organs were shutting down and allegedly I had a look of peace. While I was in a coma, I remember being in a room with other deceased people. There was only one way out and it was guarded. I saw dark shadows come toward me. I my state of mind I believed that I had died, and these were demons casting lures for my soul. As they got closer I 
began to pray, “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.” I had great confidence that no evil could touch me under the care of the Immaculate Virgin Mary. As I prayed the second part of the Ave Maria, I thought to myself, “Try to get past her.” Her being the Immaculate.
I remember looking toward the Blessed Mother, who stood quietly at my feet. I think she was praying; but I am not sure. Coming from the same direction that the Immaculate had come, came St. Teresa of Calcutta. At first, I made sure that it was her and not an evil spirit trying to trick me. When I looked into her eyes, I recognized the depth of her love. Which was the case when she was alive. Her eyes always spoke of love. I don’t remember if I said it or I thought it. The words that came out of my mouth were, “Mother Teresa, you picked up the homeless and the dying from the streets and gave them a home where they could meet God as human beings, not animals.”
With that, she touched me. She touched along the sides of my kidney. She placed her frail old hands on my chest and finally, she signaled that I could leave. But she didn’t speak, neither did the Immaculate. All the communication took place without words. I can’t explain this.
I DON’T claim this to be miracle or and end of life experience; but I’m not sure that it was a dream either. After more than two weeks, I opened my eyes and tried to recognize everyone standing around me. I saw my brothers and the medical team. I couldn’t speak clearly, so I communicated with my eyes and my hand that I wanted the brothers to call my friend, Father Jeff. When arrived he told me that he has already given me all the sacraments that I needed for a Christian death. But I wanted to tell him about the Immaculate and St. Teresa of Calcutta. Given that a breathing tube has just been pulled out of my mouth, I could only make sounds. We talked and finally he gave me his blessing.
If we fast forward to last night, one of the brothers said to me. “The only thing that you did was to pray. Everything else was the work of Grace.” I sincerely believe this. If we place our lives in the hands of the Immaculate at the foot of the altar, she will always command the angels and saints to fulfill God’s will for us. But she will never leave us. She will find a way to make us “presentable” before her son. But we must be willing to be John, the Beloved Disciple who stood by her at the foot of the cross and embraced her as MOTHER.
know, the first recorded Christmas crèche was created by St. Francis of Assisi, after his pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Some historians place this around the year 1223. For 794 years the Franciscan family has represented the nativity scene, as St. Francis understood it.
Francis’ representation of the Nativity is wrong. On the contrary, it is the most reliable representation of the birth of Christ, because St. Francis pulled from several sources, including what he saw with his own eyes in the Holy Land. The more input one has into an event, the more points of consistency and the more differences between the narratives. Let’s be careful! We’re talking about differences in the narratives, not contradictions. None of the narratives of Christ’s birth contradicts the other. Each contains a piece of information that is not mentioned in another source: biblical, oral tradition or art. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle. This makes St. Francis’ representation of the Nativity one of the most reliable in history. He combined all of the sources that he knew, filling in the blanks in one source, with information from another source. One may ask himself, “Why is Brother telling us this?”
Every year, churches and homes display the nativity using different artistic mediums. Unfortunately, some displays, even though they are beautiful, include elements that are not historical, such as Santa venerating the newborn Messiah or little towns, complete with trains. Even more common, is the addition of snow or the figures of the Magi venerating the newborn King.
First: It was virtually impossible for Christians to enter the Holy Land on pilgrimage to the important sites in our salvation history. Many Christians had forgotten parts of the Christmas story and some people had added or deleted from the original story.
s and huts unfit for a king]. From the moment that the Second Person of the Trinity broke into human history, he entered the world as a peasant who shared the lot of shepherds. It’s important to remember that the shepherds worked for someone else. They did not own the sheep. Jesus clearly reminded us that he had come to do the will of the One who sent him, not his will and that he is the Good Shepherd, meaning that he doesn’t own the sheep. The Father owns the sheep. We belong to the Father.
and man. Unless we are born again as servants, instead of masters, we shall not find Christ among us.
My son-in-law, who is an 
Recently she has started to walk. She now picks up a book that’s interesting to her, takes it to her mother or father, climbs on the couch next to Mom or Dad and demands that they read to her. Dad captured one of these moments with his “dadmera” (Dad’s Camera). A few days later, came the short video. Katherine picked up a book of her choosing, opened it, and started to read it.
My son-in-law deserves to be the “Fatherhood Poster Boy”. He’s an excellent father. He’s a black belt in Judo and has taught Katherine some of moves. She squeals in delight when Dad engages with her. As we have said, Katherine has a very intimate relationship with both parents. The bond of love expresses itself in reading, and squeals of delight doing Judo with Dad. It’s too early to try to analyze Katherine’s thoughts. We can only observe and report the interesting things that we see.
Chapter one of Luke’s Gospel in the King James Version (KJV) of the bible tells us the following.
Moses and Elias had been dead several hundred years. Yet, they appear and speak with Jesus. The disciples who are watching observe that they are real, not ghosts. It’s not too difficult to believe that if Moses and Elias could be seen by the disciples, even though they had been dead for several centuries and that Jesus could converse with them, why should we not believe that Jesus’ mother is not granted the same or a higher privilege than Moses and Elias? Jesus is the perfect son. He would place his mother in stasis while allowing the prophets and patriarchs to live after death? Jesus is not cruel. We can safely conclude that Mary can pray for us, because she’s alive.
the King to put in a good word with her son, on my behalf, I would be a fool not to take advantage the same.
sinful woman to carry His son in her womb to be contaminated by sin. Remember, Jesus has a human nature. God the Father creates the sinless woman to be the God Bearer.
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