blame = wounds.

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The world continues to be topsy-turvy with canyons widening

ever since…

Cain and Abel!

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Yes, since the beginning of time

we have struggled to love one another amidst our differences.

 

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Perhaps one day we will learn.

But until then we can all practice

forgiveness.

Continue reading “blame = wounds.”

the holy hour

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St Gemma Galgani
“The Gem of Christ”
1878-1903
Saint of the Passion of Jesus

I met St. Gemma 8 years ago at an adoration chapel in Philadelphia, Pa.

Our family was in the city for a day to watch Army beat Navy!

(Unfortunately, this did not happen that year.)

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I had gone out early in the morning to find a Church to pray…

for our opponent,

for our team;

(especially those who would be playing their final senior game,)

for the safety of all those who proudly serve our country

and for their loved ones who support them.

And yes, if it be God’s will for, “a “W” on our side of the scoreboard please!”  Continue reading “the holy hour”

love me just as you are!

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Lucca, Italy

Love Me Just As You Are!

Author Unknown

I know your wretchedness, the struggles and tribulations of your soul and the weakness of your sickly body; I know your cowardice, your sins, your dejection, and yet I tell you, “Give me your heart, love me just as you are!”

If you wait to be an angel before abandoning yourself and giving yourself to Love, you’ll never love me.  Although you fall over & over into those faults that you would never wish to commit, although you may be so weak in the practice of virtue; I will bear everything, except your refusal to love me.  

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Florence, Italy.

At every instant and in every state of mind in which you may find yourself, in fervor as in dryness, love me just as you are!  I want the love of your needy heart; if you wait to be perfect to love me, you’ll never love me.  Am I not able to make of every grain of sand a seraph, radiant in purity, nobility, and love?  Could I not, with a single movement of my will, make thousands of saints arise out of nothingness, a thousand times more perfect and lovable than the ones I have created?  Am I not the omnipotent one?  And if I have wished to leave unmade forever all these marvelous beings, and have preferred your poor love to theirs? Continue reading “love me just as you are!”