War Against the Family:
Did you hear about RFK??
By Pass the Will of the People:
Communism Rules the Democratic Party:
The original War! A War against the Family!
Flipity Flopity – Flip / Flop: The Death of the American Dream & Truth:
Who — Must mean the WOK:
Not on the New National Religion:
Fantasy – Oh Yea Fantasy:
And what about FB Zuck!!!
From Ancient Times:
The Spiritual War has Accelerated:
Little Kids – I didn’t Stutter:
Hypocrite: Yes Jesus Christ Said it!
Hypocrite:
Truth!
Finding Self: Things you don’t know until you walk into the darkness:
How to Start a Retreat? Yep!
Friday morning August 2, 2024. Make it to Mass 8 AM. Put six Hosts in my Pyx before Mass and set my Pyx on the table next to altar. Listen to the Word! Receive Communion. At the end of Mass, Fr. comes to step in front of Altar and waits for me to come. He gives me the Pyx. Then He Blesses me as he sends me on my Mission to a State Prison.
The Story Unfolds: Preparation for things yet to come: Jump into my Chapel:
Get in my truck which has become my moving Chapel. Begin my usual prayers on the way. Well Lord “What do you have in mind for me today”? Prison is the place I enter, where I have little control. Six Heavy Doors I have no ability to open. Usually don’t know who will show up for my Catholic / Communion service? Been going about – how come I don’t remember when I started? Oh yea my first year was in the application process. End of first year no joy! Yep! My prayer, “Lord I have done everything I know how to do”! I guess “prison ministry” is not for me! Lord, done everything I know how to do, I will stop pursuing this ministry!
About a week Later! My cell phone rings! I answer and to my surprise it’s the Chaplain from the Prison. My answer, without thinking! “yes”! Next thing I know I am being finger printed – silly silly – I was in the military – I already have finger prints – what the hay! Got my mug shot. A locator Card – interesting – a card left at the main entrance gate in case – yikes – the prison goes Lock Down with me in there! So they know to look for me! Next I get a Badge with my picture!
Been going 14 Years now?
After 14 Years I encounter an Orphan: Accident?
Today August 2, 2024. Young man 39 in for drug offense’s, tells me he is an orphan adopted by Catholic Parents. He started coming a couple months ago. I have concluded he is looking to find “what the Hay” is this Catholic Religion his parents introduced him too! Can I say this Catholic thing? Yep! He was Baptized and received the Sacraments.
My description something happened and now he has developed a Thirst!
My Calling: To Speak about being Stretched:
My calling is to speak to inmates about being stretched. Take them to a place that creates a stretch: An uncomfortable place through the suffering prison incarceration creates, if they will begin to search for the “Open Door”. So I am a story teller about the places (HIV / AIDS Prison) I was called and sent to be ever so “uncomfortable” so the really real discomfort would create a door for the “Holy Spirit” to conduct Class! Oh my! Way way outside the structure of Church buildings!
What? What do You want me to do Lord – What?
Can you imagine it was my diaconate Catholic Church leaders who directed my class to embark upon a summer ministry that would make us each “uncomfortable”! Holy Smokes!
Lord Help me lead them to your Open Door!
My constant prison ministry prayer is! Help me Lord do your will so these men can find their way through the open and available door suffering creates so they may find the gift and treasure buried within themselves hidden in the suffering underway awaiting discovery!
A mouthful! Wonder if anyone can understand?
In walk four Hispanic inmates. One does not speak English! My test he is! Can I pause from time to time and ask his brothers to translate my stories for him that he may feel included! Sometimes me talks too much!
This day – Friday August 2, 2024 the good Lord had something in mind for me! After telling one of my “I was stretched stories”! My 39 year old orphan brother speaks up! He tells us, he volunteered for a job / task in the prison some time ago and it just didn’t work out! So he began looking for another volunteer job. Then he tells me / us! ( I am all ears!) He was assigned to work with a 14 year kid with a 30 year sentence! More, “the kid” has been abandoned by his mother and father! He is an angry kid! Yet in his his anger he has managed to find things he can laugh at!
Anyone with me? Yea the morning of the day I go on Retreat! Can anyone hear me?
Imagine if you can!!! An “Orphan” 39 looking for the meaning of his faith / religion has been paired up with a mere kid age 14, whose parents have abandoned him. Yes – God was speaking to me and answering my prayer! A grown man whose weakness is drugs paired with a kid! Both orphans thrown into this prison independently, a place of suffering wondering – is there a chance to find the treasure of self hidden within prison walls! My prayer! Help my faith, trust and risk to share my story help anyone?
Next I turn to the Hispanics and ask them to relate my story to their Spanish brother! I wanna cry! Why? You see this none English speaking man is much much older. When he reads it reminds me of when I was in the sixth grade in a Catholic school and my teacher asked me to read a third grade reader out loud! I was not a fluid reader! I was embarrassed! I still remember quite clearly! Stumbling over words – aware everyone on my class was listening! Yes, I am 81 and I still remember!!!
What the Reader can’t see: I was Set Up:
In 1994 I bought 102 acres of land in the middle of tree growing country in central Georgia. To be named “Whispering Pines”, visited by the Parish priest who woke me up to God was called me in 1979! During his visit he named the place for me! “Land of God’s good fun!” Whispering Pines talking to my soul! The trees growing and stretching skyward in the background of the Chapel at St. Ignatius House. Anyone notice many trees have very sparely spread limbs as if he stretch toward the source of Life is the primary objective! My journey in 1990 among people with HIV/AIDS! Lord what am I doing here! I do not relate much to these people yet I sit her and listen to whisper of souls crying out to heard!
A Treasure Hidden:
My prayer and my stretch story to the orphan inmate who found himself paired with a 14 year boy, 30 year sentence whose parents had abandoned him! Lord have mercy – how did that happen Lord? A treasure unfolding hidden in the story of two men years apart searching to find what can not be seen in the midst of suffering where almost no one looks!
Yep, I somehow made it to the retreat some 73 miles from my home and wife.
A New Story Unfolding:
1st night I encounter a story about a “blob” standing outside the huge glass widow I stair! As my eyes search I discover the journey of my day is unveiled. A stretch where no one travels with me. Next Friday I have a story to tell to orphans ears and to stretch Hispanic ears as they grasp for the words to translate the message to a brother patiently waiting.
Multitudes of humanity confined within Heavy Gates:
Multitudes of tress! Young, older and old tress all stretching in hope to source of life high above in the sky. Few limbs considering normal tress. Yep those tress are in competition and stretching with all their might reaching for the source of light that assures constant life more abundant in the midst of suffering! They are reaching from the floor of a natural cliff far far below where the vegetation is thick and dead leaves and branches cover the ground. A level where the rays of the sun are effectively blocked. Death abounds at the foot of the tress providing future nourishment for the growth of the trees. A dying taking place necessary for the growth of new life high above. A kind of natural area concealed in darkness and only when ones looks for the sky can one find and see the stretching of life seeking the precious source of light that sustains life and essential life sustaining new growth!
A Peek into the Darkness searching for the Light:
Yes, a peek into the prison I visit on a weekly basis! Packed with humanity into precious few spaces! Can anyone make a difference? Although crowded with humanity, precious little space allowed for one to escape the darkness grasping from within to stretch and find the narrow crease one can chase the source of Life! An escape from the darkness that seeks to hold one bound in darkness! Only a creative imagination can find the narrow gap that allows one to find the path that leads one to the source of light – yes – the place where new life and hope hide far above the darkness!
Stations of the Cross:
Weeping occurs when wonderment escapes and embraces the light shinning in the midst of suffering of one who opens ones soul to encounter the spirit that unfolds the leaves surrounding the treasure that awaits in hiding! Can you see?
to be continued ……….
The To Be Continued – Jesus in the Boat Asleep:
Squall and Jesus Asleep in the Boat:
Archangel – Spirit – Messenger
Wings – Fly- Spirit
Choir Sings:
Oh Raphael, of Raphael, where art thou Raphael? Oh my Raphael has wondered into the darkness and been fooled by the Great transition deceiver! The most cunning and deceptive spirit who seeks to lead souls into the fantasy, illusion and imaginary world focused on owning the tree of knowledge and proudly claim the power of self re-creation.
I am Michael a voice created and called to pursue the fallen spirits roaming about the world seeking the ruin of unsuspecting souls in the land of the living.
I Michael am seeking courageous souls old old old and young young young to join with me in the great quest to save Raphael from the world’s most recent selfie version of illusions created by the most famous deceiver of all time. Yes the same great deceiver who got his start in the very beginning of creation. From nothingness into the mystery in the garden, the tree in the garden, all the while surrounded the essence of the spiritual breath of life. I am sent – a messenger of hope to call and set Raphael free of the earthly imagery and illusions that bond and hold him hostage.
The message is ancient and sings: Come back to me with your whole heart, mind, body, emotions and soul. 3-1 in one! One can not separate what was created at the instant of conception!
The Culture of Death
is the great deceiver’s modern day agenda – the spiritual reality and purpose of the one flesh and procreation the great deceiver’s targets!
Speaking in Foreign Tongues:
It appears to me after a dozen years I speak in a” foreign tongue” to modern man.
My description of the on going current “Spiritual War” unfolding in the modern world is to describe it as a “War against God’s Design for Humanity”! I get essentially zero “0” comments or feed back.
The Devil’s Agenda:
The Devil’s agenda can best be described in modern man’s attack against God’s One Flesh design as articulated using the letters “LBGTQ +++”! Yes exactly!
Why I ask can no one respond to my description positive or negative? Do I exist? Could I be missing the mark or is it possible the “Truth” can not be controverted without risk or a lack of courage exists among so many to take the risk necessary to stand up for the “Truth”?
Recent Example: Harrison Buckner’s Speech
https://www.cnn.com/2024/05/16/sport/harrison-butker-commencement-speech-analysis-cec/index.html
CNN bulwark of Truth – says who?
Reminder Jesus Christ constantly and continually calls each and every individual by name. The sinner is not condemned. Perhaps in the sinner’s mind something more difficult is asked of them? “Turn around“! Oh my! “Come back to me says the Lord“! With your whole, mind, body, soul, spirit and yes – “all your being“! Yes a confrontation takes place as “In the Beginning“! Yes, yes, yes and yes, the original flaw of humanity revels the stubbornness of the human heart and the stiffness of the human neck!
I ask myself? Harrison Buckner’s Speech was far more extensive than, my to the point description and he is being attacked relentlessly! Hot hot hot topic among those who support humanities replacement of God’s design with modern man’s “Selfie Individual Truth“
Grandson Graduation – Holy Smokes Surprise:
The Ancient Spirit always present – manifested a Surprise:
My wife and I drove to my grandson’s graduation from College event at his school. Got there early for the event to meet up with his parents and sisters. It was held in the building facility where basketball game were hosted and adequate seating was available. I suspect the school turned the air conditioning down in anticipation of a large crowd. Sure enough for this old man it was cold. The blood thinner I am taking surely was not a helpful factor regarding my ability to stay warm. After finding our seats we sat down. Wasn’t long this old man had to get up and walk around to stay warm before the event began. Up and at it – walking – er- pacing the balcony above the basketball floor I went.
Amen – Finally here they come:
Finally the procession of professors, teachers, staff and students of all ages began. I stopped new one of the cameras used to display the unfolding event of two big screens so all could see better. Yep, as I watched my grandson processed in with his classmates. About time and I was still a cold old man! I decided to stay put higher up where the air should be warmer than down on the floor of the building.
I stood at the rail overlooking the event standing next to the camera man and to my left was another younger gentleman with a mustache standing at the same rail. I imagined he had a child graduating with this 2024 class. After all faculty, staff and students were seated, which took a long while, I finally asked? Do you have a student who is graduating? Yes I do was the answer. His name Caden. And you sir, who are you here for? I said my grandson is graduating today!
You gotta be kidding me – someone pinch me!
His response to me was immediate: Garrett is my son’s roommate! No way! Just on our way in to the event we ran into a lady whose name was Kim and she was just a kid back in 1983 when we moved into our new home in Fayetteville, Georgia. I was told Kim was the mother of my grandson’s roommate. There she was down below sitting in an isle seat. The roommates mom and dad I meet minutes apart and she was my neighbors kid in 1983 – Yea 41 years ago. Holy Smokes!
Story continues to unfold:
I am not done! Next this man named Mike told me he played baseball in high school and when he cam to pick up his girl friend he saw a batting cage in my back yard! My mind rushed back to the August 3rd ATC strike of 1981. Six day weeks and 10 hour days made it impossible for me to coach or help coach their youth baseball teams. In-order to do something positive to help them I purchased a batting cage and pitching machine to take advantage of my limited time I had to help them with their chosen sport. Who I ask would take notice and remember all these years later a batting cage?
There is this Spirit that ties us all together if only:
How is it I ask? Just how is it that the journey of life 41 years later would one day bring together people separated in time. There son and my grandson roommates for four years! Parents and grandparents untied in the same celebration at the same time and place! The Holy Spirit had to set this whole thing up!