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    August 5, 2009 -  Wednesday of Eighthteeth Week Ordinary Time   

 

LITURGICAL/THEME MEDITATION:

"Great is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire"

UNIVERSAL CHURCH/WORLD EVENT(S):

Cardinal Foley: Teaching About Jesus 1st Priority

SAINT OF THE DAY

Dedication of St. Mary Major Basilica

 GENERAL MARIOLOGY
THE DIVINE HISTORY AND LIFE OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER OF GOD

Book Five - Chapter I 

INTERIOR TRIALS OF MARY; JESUS IN THE TEMPLE. 

 DIVINE MERCY

Divine Mercy in My Soul

NOTEBOOK V

 TEACHING/TESTIMONY/CONVICTION:

From Abortion to Conversion: Testimony of a Former Abortion Provider

KATHY SPARKS

 

DAILY LITURGICAL MEDITATION

 
 
Wednesday (8/5): "Great is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire"

Scripture: Matthew 15:21-28

21 And Jesus went away from there and withdrew to the district of Tyre and Sidon. 22 And behold, a Canaanite woman from that region came out and cried, "Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David; my daughter is severely possessed by a demon." 23 But he did not answer her a word. And his disciples came and begged him, saying, "Send her away, for she is crying after us." 24 He answered, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel." 25 But she came and knelt before him, saying, "Lord, help me." 26 And he answered, "It is not fair to take the children's bread and throw it to the dogs." 27 She said, "Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table." 28 Then Jesus answered her, "O woman, great is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire." And her daughter was healed instantly.

Meditation: Do you ever feel "put-off" or ignored by the Lord? This passage describes the only occasion in which Jesus ministered outside of Jewish territory. (Tyre and Sidon were fifty miles north of Israel and still exist today in modern Lebanon.) A Gentile woman, a foreigner who was not a member of the Jewish people, puts Jesus on the spot by pleading for his help. At first Jesus seemed to pay no attention to her, and this made his disciples feel embarrassed. Jesus does this to test the woman to awaken faith in her.

What did Jesus mean by the expression "throwing bread to the dogs"? The Jews often spoke of the Gentiles with arrogance and insolence as "unclean dogs" since the Gentiles were excluded from God's covenant and favor with Israel. For the Greeks the "dog" was a symbol of dishonor and was used to describe a shameless and audacious woman. Matthew 7:6 records the expression: do not give dogs what is holy.  Jesus, no doubt, spoke with a smile rather than with an insult because this woman immediately responds with wit and faith – "even the dogs eat the crumbs".

Jesus praises a Gentile woman for her faith and for her love. She made the misery of her child her own and she was willing to suffer rebuff in order to obtain healing for her loved one. She also had indomitable persistence. Her faith grew in contact with the person of Jesus. She began with a request and she ended on her knees in worshipful prayer to the living God. No one who ever sought Jesus with faith – whether Jew or Gentile – was refused his help. Do you seek Jesus with expectant faith?

"Lord Jesus, your love and mercy knows no bounds. May I trust you always and pursue you with indomitable persistence as this woman did. Increase my faith in your saving power and deliver me from all evil and harm."

Psalm 67:1-7

1 May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face to shine upon us, [Selah]
2 that thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving power among all nations.
3 Let the peoples praise thee, O God; let all the peoples praise thee!
4 Let the nations be glad and sing for joy, for thou dost judge the peoples with equity and guide the nations upon earth. [Selah]
5 Let the peoples praise thee, O God; let all the peoples praise thee!
6 The earth has yielded its increase; God, our God, has blessed us.
7 God has blessed us; let all the ends of the earth fear him!
 

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UNIVERSAL CHURCH/WORLD EVENTS

Cardinal Foley: Teaching About Jesus 1st Priority

American Prelate Shares Memories of Priesthood


 
ROME, JULY 31, 2009 (Zenit.org).- For Cardinal John Foley, there is nothing more important in life than teaching people about Jesus, and helping them to grow closer to him.

During the Year for Priests, the grand master of the Equestrian Order of the Holy Sepulcher of Jerusalem sat down with ZENIT to reflect on his life as a priest.

The cardinal, who is the former president of the Pontifical Council for Social Communications, acknowledged the example of his parents and priests he knew as being instrumental in discovering his vocation, but also targeted two key events in his life.

"I entered the seminary twice," the prelate said, "once after high school and once after university."

He continued: "In my senior year of high school, at Christmas time, I went to our parish church and knelt in front of the crib.

"I said, 'Lord, you have given me everything I have -- my life, my family, my faith, a very good education -- and I want to give it all, everything, back to you."

Thus, at the end of that year the young man entered the Jesuit novitiate. After several months, he said to himself, "I think I would be happier as a diocesan priest."

John Foley left the Jesuits at this point, and finished his history degree at St. Joseph's University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, while still thinking about entering the diocesan seminary at a later point.

One thing that was "critical" at this point, he said, was doing volunteer work and teaching catechism to mentally handicapped children.

He recalled: "I had six children in this school to whom I was teaching catechism, and the Sister Superior came in and said, 'Well, children, do you like Mr. Foley?'

"One boy answered, 'No! No! We love Mr. Foley!'

"I thought that was a marvelous distinction for a mentally handicapped boy to make.

"She said, 'Why do you love Mr. Foley?'

"He said, 'We love Mr. Foley because he teaches us about Jesus.' And I thought, 'there is nothing more important in life than teaching people about Jesus and bringing Jesus to them.'

"That solidified my vocation for the priesthood."

Cardinal Foley noted, "I think it was providential that I had to leave the seminary the first time and study at the university, where I got a very good education and a very good experience in apostolic work as well."

Along with his catechism work, he was active in the Sodality of Our Lady, the debate club, student government -- including a term as student body president -- and the choir.

He entered the diocesan seminary at the end of his senior year of college, and was ordained five years later.

Family support

The cardinal affirmed, "I never had an unhappy day as a priest; I have loved the priesthood."

He underlined the role of his family in supporting his priestly vocation, affirming that his parents "never said, 'You should be a priest,' and they never objected when I left the seminary or entered the seminary again."

"They were always supportive with whatever I decided to do," the prelate affirmed. "They were wonderful."

He also recalled the contribution of a religious sister who gave him a copy of the "Imitation of Christ" when he was in eighth grade.

The cardinal noted that he read this all through high school, and still has the book, which he still continues to read and meditate on.

After 47 years of priesthood, he reports that the main difficulties he struggles with pertain to the culture, which "seems to be becoming more and more secularized."

"It is more difficult to get a spiritual message through to people today," he added, "as they are not as open to it as perhaps they once were."

As well, Cardinal Foley added, physical difficulties multiply "as we get older."

Born in a suburb of Philadelphia in 1935, he will turn 74 in November.

Old age "makes you slow down and you cannot do as much as you want to be able to do," he acknowledged.

However, he added, St. Ignatius teaches us in his spiritual exercises that "we should give ourselves to God in sickness and in health, in poverty and in prosperity."

"So we should be indifferent in that sense and just use everything for the greater glory of God," the prelate said.

He explained that this is his episcopal motto: "ad majorem dei gloriam -- for the greater glory of God."

Memorable moments

Despite the natural difficulties that arise, the cardinal noted, there have been some great moments in his priesthood.

He recalled that his best moments are associated with the two Pontiffs under whom he was able to serve in Rome.

The prelate made particular note of the trips with Pope John Paul II in 1979 to Poland and the United States, as well as the visits with Benedict XVI to the Holy Land, and to the United States last year.

He added that another highlight of his priestly ministry is the 25 years of work he has been doing as a network television commentator for the Papal ceremonies on Christmas, Easter and Good Friday.

"It is a way of evangelizing," the cardinal explained, "in making known to people what is going on in the liturgy, so that they might be able to appreciate Catholic worship," and "others can be introduced to what we believe and how we worship as Catholics."

As well, he continued, it helps Catholics to "have a deeper appreciation of the Mass and Catholic devotion."

As a priest, Cardinal Foley said, "I have had particular moments of consolation, helping people to have their marriages validated or receiving people into the Church."

He recalled: "A classmate of mine from Colombia University asked several years ago to become a Catholic. He was Jewish -- a non-practicing Jew.

"As well, the people against whom I had debated when I was in the university, and with whom I had discussed theology, very often finally decided to become Catholics.

"These are great moments of personal consolation to be able to help to share my faith with others and hope that they will receive the gift of faith themselves."

[Reporting by Mercedes De La Torre; writing by Genevieve Pollock]

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DAILY LITURGICAL SAINT

   

Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Dedication of St. Mary Major Basilica

  First raised at the order of Pope Liberius in the mid-fourth century, the Liberian basilica was rebuilt by Pope Sixtus III shortly after the Council of Ephesus affirmed Mary’s title as Mother of God in 431. Rededicated at that time to the Mother of God, St. Mary Major is the largest church in the world honoring God through Mary. Standing atop one of Rome’s seven hills, the Esquiline, it has survived many restorations without losing its character as an early Roman basilica. Its interior retains three naves divided by colonnades in the style of Constantine’s era. Fifth-century mosaics on its walls testify to its antiquity.

St. Mary Major is one of the four Roman basilicas known as patriarchal cathedrals in memory of the first centers of the Church. St. John Lateran represents Rome, the See of Peter; St. Paul Outside the Walls, the See of Alexandria, allegedly the see presided over by Mark; St. Peter’s, the See of Constantinople; and St. Mary’s, the See of Antioch, where Mary is supposed to have spent most of her life.

One legend, unreported before the year 1000, gives another name to this feast: Our Lady of the Snows. According to that story, a wealthy Roman couple pledged their fortune to the Mother of God. In affirmation, she produced a miraculous summer snowfall and told them to build a church on the site. The legend was long celebrated by releasing a shower of white rose petals from the basilica’s dome every August 5.

Comment:

Theological debate over Christ’s nature as God and man reached fever pitch in Constantinople in the early fifth century. The chaplain of Bishop Nestorius began preaching against the title Theotokos, “Mother of God,” insisting that the Virgin was mother only of the human Jesus. Nestorius agreed, decreeing that Mary would henceforth be named “Mother of Christ” in his see. The people of Constantinople virtually revolted against their bishop’s refutation of a cherished belief. When the Council of Ephesus refuted Nestorius, believers took to the streets, enthusiastically chanting, “Theotokos! Theotokos!”
 
Quote:

“From the earliest times the Blessed Virgin is honored under the title of Mother of God, in whose protection the faithful take refuge together in prayer in all their perils and needs. Accordingly, following the Council of Ephesus, there was a remarkable growth in the cult of the People of God towards Mary, in veneration and love, in invocation and imitation...” (Dogmatic Constitution on the Church, 66).
 
 

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GENERAL MARIOLOGY


 

THE DIVINE HISTORY AND LIFE

OF THE

VIRGIN MOTHER OF GOD

BOOK FIVE

Concerning the Perfection with which the most Holy Mary copied and

Imitated the Activity of the Soul of Christ; how the Incarnate Word

Instructed Her in the Laws of grace, the Articles of Faith, the

Sacraments, the Ten Commandments; and with what

Alacrity and Noble Promptitude She Corresponded.

Also concerning the Death of Saint Joseph, the

Preaching of Saint John, the call of the

First Disciples and the Baptism

Of the Virgin Mary, our

Blessed Lady  

CHAPTER I. 

INTERIOR TRIALS OF MARY; JESUS IN THE TEMPLE. 

It was very near to the gate of the city, that the divine Child turned and hastened back through the streets. Foreseeing in his divine fore-knowledge all that was to happen, He offered it up to his eternal Father for the benefit of souls. He asked for alms during these three days in order to ennoble from that time on humble mendicity as the first-born of holy poverty. He visited the hospitals of the poor, consoling them and giving them the alms which He had received; secretly He restored bodily health to some and spiritual health to many, enlightening them interiorly and leading them back to the way of salvation. On some of the benefactors, who gave Him alms, He performed these wonders with greater abundance of grace and light; thus fulfilling from that time on the promise, which He was afterwards to make to his Church; that he who gives to the just and to the prophet in the name of a prophet, shall receive the reward of the just (Matth. 10, 41).

Having thus busied Himself with these and other works of his Father, He betook Himself to the temple. On the day which the Evangelist mentions it happened that also the rabbis, who were the learned and the teachers of the temple, met in a certain part of the buildings in order to confer among themselves concerning some doubtful points of holy Scriptures. On this occasion the coming of the Messias was discussed; for on account of the report of the wonderful events, which had spread about since the birth of the Baptist and the visit of the Kings of the east, the rumor of the coming of the Redeemer and of his being already in the world, though yet unknown, had gained ground among the Jews. They were all seated in their places filled with the sense of authority customary to those who are teachers and considered as learned. The Child Jesus came to the meeting of these distinguished men; and He that was the King of kings, and Lord of lords (Apoc. 19, 16), the infinite Wisdom itself (I Cor. 1, 24), and who corrects the wise (Wis. 7, 15), presented Himself before the teachers of this world as an humble disciple, giving them to understand that He had come to hear the discussion and inform Himself on the question treated of, namely: whether the Messias was already come, or, if not, concerning the time in which He should come into the world. Therefore the divine Child presented Himself to the disputants, manifesting the grace poured out over his lips (Ps. 44, 3). He stepped into their midst with exceeding majesty and grace, as one who would propose some doubt or solution. By his pleasing appearance He awakened in the hearts of these learned men a desire to hear Him attentively.

The scribes and learned men who heard Him were all dumbfounded. Convinced by his arguments they looked at each other and in great astonishment asked: "What miracle is this? And what prodigy of a boy! Whence has He come and who is the Child?" But though thus astonished, they did not recognize or suspect who it was, that thus taught and enlightened them concerning such an important truth. During this time and before Jesus had finished his argument, his most holy Mother and saint Joseph her most chaste spouse arrived, just in time to hear him advance his last arguments. When He had finished, all the teachers of the law arose with stupendous amazement. The heavenly Lady, absorbed in joy, approached her most loving Son and in the presence of the whole assembly, spoke to Him the words recorded by saint Luke: "Son, why hast Thou done so to us? Behold thy father and I have sought Thee sorrowing" (Luke 2, 48). This loving complaint the heavenly Mother uttered with equal reverence and affection, adoring Him as God and manifesting her maternal affliction. The Lord answered: "Why is it that you sought Me? Did you not know that I must be about my Father's business?"

 
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DIVINE MERCY

 

Divine Mercy In my soul
 

The Mercy of the Lord I will sing Forever.
Divine Mercy in my soul.
Sr. Faustina, Diary
 

NOTEBOOK V

J.M.J.
The year 1938
The first of January

Welcome to you, New Year, in the course of which my perfection will be accomplished. Thank you in advance, O Lord, for everything Your goodness will send me. Thank You for the cup of suffering from which I shall daily drink. Do not diminish its bitterness, O Lord, but strengthen my lips that, while drinking of this bitterness, they may know how to smile for love of You, my Master. I thank You for Your countless comforts and graces that flow down upon me each day like the morning dew, silently, imperceptibly, which no curious eye may notice, and which are known only to You and me, O Lord. For all this, I thank You as of today because, at the moment when You hand me the cup, my heart may not be capable of giving thanks.

So today I submit myself completely and with loving consent to Your holy will, O Lord, and to Your most wise decrees, which are always full of clemency and mercy for me, though at times I can neither understand not fathom them. O my Master, I surrender myself completely to You, who are the rudder of my soul; steer it Yourself according to Your divine wishes. I enclose myself in Your most compassionate Heart, which is a sea of unfathomable mercy.

I am ending the old year with suffering and beginning the new one with suffering as well. Two days before the New Year, I had to go to bed. I was feeling very bad, and a violent cough was weakening me. And together with this, a constant paint in my intestines and nausea had brought me to the point of exhaustion. Although I could not join in community prayer, I united myself spiritually with the whole community. When the sisters got up at eleven o’clock at night to keep vigil and welcome the New Year, I had been writhing in agony since nightfall, and this lasted until midnight. I united my sufferings with the prayers of the sisters who were keeping vigil in the chapel and atoning to God for the offences of sinners.

When the clock struck twelve, my soul immersed itself more deeply in recollection, and I heard a voice in my soul: Do not fear, My little child, you are not alone. Fight bravely, because My arm is supporting you; fight for the salvation of souls, exhorting them to trust in My mercy, as that is your task in this life and in the life to come. After these words, I received a deeper understanding of divine mercy. Only that soul who wants it will be damned, for God condemns no one.

Today is the Feast of the New Year. I felt so bad in the morning that I barely managed to go to the next cell to receive Holy Communion. I could not go to Mass because I felt so sick, and I made my thanksgiving in bed too. I wanted so much to go to Mass and then to confession to Father Andrasz, but I felt so bad that I could go neither to Mass not to confession. And because of this my soul suffered a good deal.

After breakfast, the Sister Infirmarian [sister Chrysostom] came alone and asked, “sister, why didn’t you go to Mass?” I answered that I couldn’t. She shook her head disdainfully and said, “Such a great Feast day, sister, and you don’t even go to Mass!” and she left my cell. I had been in bed for two days, writhing in pain, and she hadn’t visited me; and when she did come, on the third day, she did not even ask if I were able to get up, but asked irritably why I hadn’t got up for Mass. When I was alone, I tried to get up, but I was seized again with sickness, and so I stayed in bed with a calm conscience. Yet my heart had plenty to offer the Lord, joining itself spiritually to Him during the second Mass. After the second Mass, sister Infirmarian, returned to me, but this time in her capacity as infirmarian, and with a thermometer. But I had no fever, although I was seriously ill and unable to rise. So there was another sermon to tell me that I should not capitulate to illness. I answered her that I knew that here one was regarded as seriously ill only when one was in one’s last agony. However, knowing that she was about to give me a lecture, I replied that at the present time I was in no need of being incited to greater zeal. And once again, I remained alone in my cell.

My heart was crushed with sorrow, and bitterness flooded my soul, and I repeated these words: “welcome, New Year, welcome cup of bitterness.” My Jesus, my heart is eager for You, and yet the gravity of my illness prevents me from participating physically in the community prayers, and I am suspected of being lazy. My sufferings are becoming greater. After dinner, Mother Superior [Irene] looked in for a moment, but she left very soon. I intended to ask to have Father Andrasz come to my cell to hear my confession, but I restrained myself from making the request for two reasons: first, not to give occasion for murmuring, as had happened above in respect to Holy Mass; and secondly, because I would not be able to make the confession, since I felt I would burst into tears like a little child. A while later, one of the sisters came along and again reproved me: “There’s some milk with butter in the oven, sister, why don’t you drink it?” I answered that there was no one to bring it to me.

When night fell, the physical sufferings increased and were joined by moral sufferings. Night and suffering. The solemn silence of the night made it possible for me to suffer freely. My body was stretched on the wood of the cross. I writhed in terrible pain until eleven o’clock. I went in spirit to the Tabernacle and uncovered the ciborium, leaning my head on the rim of the cup, and all my tears flowed silently toward the Heart of Him who alone understands what pain and suffering is. And I experienced the sweetness of this suffering, and my soul came to desire this sweet agony, which I would not have exchanged for all the worlds’ treasures. The Lord gave me strength of spirit and love towards those through whom these sufferings came. This then was the first day of the year.

Also on this day I felt the prayer of a beautiful soul [probably Father Sopocko or Father Andrasz] who was praying for me and giving me, in spirit, his priestly blessing. I answered in return with my own ardent prayer.

O most gracious Lord, how merciful it is on Your part to judge each one according to his conscience and this discernment, and not according to people’s talk. My spirit delights and feeds more and more on Your wisdom, which I am getting to know more and more deeply. And in this, the vastness of Your mercy becomes more and more manifest to me. O my Jesus, the effect of all this knowledge on my soul is that I am being transformed into a flame of love towards You, my God.



 

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 CATHOLIC  TEACHING/CONVICTION/TESTIMONY

 

  From Abortion to Conversion: Testimony of a Former Abortion Provider

KATHY SPARKS

(continued)

I think that there are two sets of people in these abortion clinics. We have the ones who have been there for a long time, since the first day, and they're more like Dr. Brewer in the fact that they've just become hardened. After a while it doesn't bother them at all. Then we have the other set who don't stay there very long, and that was me. They stay for three or four months, and they can't take it any more and they have to get away. That was basically the two types of people that I came in contact with during my short stay at that abortion clinic.

Then, of course, I worked the procedure room where we assisted the doctors. We handed them their instruments, took the blood pressure, made sure that the girl was okay. They did have two registered nurses on staff there that would administer a drug called Sublimaze, which was kind of like a relaxing drug. This drug was given to the girls who were farther along, 12, 13, 14 and farther to help her become relaxed. But, oftentimes, it didn't really help. A lot of times people think that these girls are put to sleep. I've never seen an abortion where the girl was put to sleep. I do know that they do take place, of course, but not at this particular abortion clinic.

So here I am, going in day-in and day-out, and things are getting very bad in my life. The Lord is allowing a lot of things to happen. My father passed away, and that was incredibly hard for me because he was an alcoholic and I was the only one of my brother and sister who really cared about him. I felt terribly lonely and sad about his death. My marriage to Mike was coming to an end quickly. All we did was fight the entire time I was pregnant. We had horrible, horrible fights; throwing clock radios across the room and it was just incredible. We were going to get a divorce; we had already seen the attorneys and we had our appointment to get a divorce. Here I was with a six-week-old daughter and didn't know what I was going to do. I lived in the town of Granite City, (IL). I don't know how many of you are familiar with that area, but I had made a sworn statement that I would never even drive into the city. Isn't that amazing? It is my home and I love it now. But I used to think that it was a factory-oriented town and I was just such a snot I really was. I just didn't even want to go down there, much less live there. But a job put me down there when I worked at a little Photo-Mat booth, and that's how I met Mike.

Anyway, all the sin that I had been participating in was killing me inside. And there I was, going into the abortion clinic every day, not realizing what it was doing to my soul. I wasn't at all aware of what was happening to me, that had any part to do with why I was becoming the way I was becoming. So I became desperate, very desperate. I repeated a story my best girlfriend had told me in confidence and that was the last straw that broke the camel's back. She told me she hated me and never wanted to talk to me again. Boy, that was hard.

Do you get the big picture? Here I am, assisting the doctor doing abortions every day; my husband is going to get a divorce; I have a six-week-old baby; I live in Granite City; my father passed away and my mother hated me. What else could have gone wrong? It was pretty intense.

One particular night I went over to visit my mom and that was when she told me she didn't want to have anything to do with me. She didn't like Mike; she didn't approve of the fact that I'd had an affair with him; it was horrible, just horrible. I was driving home, and it was pouring down rain which added to my depression, and I considered at that moment driving my car off the bridge there into the Mississippi River. But then I remembered I had Shannon, our six-week-old daughter in the back of the car, and I thought, no, why should she suffer or die for me? So when I got home I decided what I was going to do. I was going to kill myself with my husband's off-duty revolver. He's a policeman in Granite City, a detective. So, I took his off-duty revolver and put myself in this recliner, and I put the gun to my head and I cocked it. I was hysterical. I was actually having a breakdown and didn't realize what was happening. I was just crying and crying.

As God is my witness today, I tried to pull the trigger, and I could not do it. I tried to pull the trigger and I could not do it. I thought, man, I can't even kill myself. That's what I thought. It was almost as if there was a lock on the gun, and I believe there was. God had a call for me, a purpose for my life. I eventually put the gun down. I was crying and weeping, and went over to the telephone and I called Mike's mom, who at that time I used to think was a "Jesus freak" because she had no less than fifteen pictures of Jesus Christ all over her house, on her dashboard, on her bumper, hanging from the rearview mirror. I thought she was a little fanatical.

Five years later, I said, mom, why do you have so many pictures of Jesus around your house? She said, honey, everywhere I look, I want to be reminded of what my Lord and Savior has done for me. That's just how much she loves Him. I love her so much.

But that night, over the telephone, she said, put the gun down, pick up the baby and come over here. So I did. I got in the car and I proceeded to go over there, just a few blocks away. I want to tell you that on that short trip a car ran me off the road, up and over the curb into the front yard of a house. Talk about Satan trying to keep me from what was about to happen.

When I got there, we sat down and Mike's sister was there and she took the baby inside. It was July 28th. Most people remember their second birthday. That was my born-again day. We sat on the porch and she told me about Jesus Christ, who He was, and how He lives and dwells within her. I just listened because I had never listened before. All the things I might have known, I never listened to. So that night, I held hands with her for the first time, and we prayed together, and I committed my life to Jesus Christ. I repented. I asked Him to forgive me and made that commitment.

Well, an incredible thing happened. Some people see stars; some people have dreams. I had immediate joy. The depression that I had experienced just an hour previously was immediately gone. I was as happy as I am right now, just deliriously happy, almost drunk-happy, but with no alcohol. She sent me home and I was whistling a little tune. Then Mike came home. We had the appointment the very next day to get this divorce. He and I both had very bad mouths, but that's one thing God set me free of right away. I never said another bad word, it was incredible, He just removed it. Some things we have to work out, but that particular thing He took right away from me. Mike came in and he was upset and was being ugly. I looked at him and I didn't even think about this, not for one second, and I said, Mike, I'm not going to get the divorce tomorrow. He had kind of wanted me to get the divorce because he had left his other wife and they had two kids and he didn't want to be the bad guy again. So I said, if you want the divorce, Mike, you'll have to take care of this yourself, but I am going to contest it; I don't want to get the divorce. Boy, did that make him mad! He left, slammed the door, a picture fell off the wall, and I walked right down the hall and went to sleep, right to sleep. I wasn't even upset.

(to be continued)

 

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