In a universe replete with Space and Time and Bounty,
the Sign of the Times reads “No Room In The Inn.”
Conceived first in the Mind of God, and then in Mother’s womb.
There remains but little of Time for you.
Come home to My Arms, O Little One.
Outside of Time, in Mysterious Space,
My Angels will sing you a welcome.
Home, now, the Sonshine of Father’s Face.
They will never see the light of a birth day. Yet accomplishment will be theirs. Because God created them, because they exist, because they have mother and father, ancestors and life, because I want eternity as much for them as for myself, I pray God grant them merit and reward.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, through Whom and for Whom all things were created, I pray the blessings of mercy and forgiveness, redemption and conversion, be bequeathed to the lineage of the Little Ones soon to die; aborted, reduced, researched and materialized. Amen.
In the world to come, may you be thanked for the mercy that flowed in answer to this prayer straight from the throne of God to your fore-bearers countless in number. May you be embraced in eternity as you never were in life, save for the Heart of God.
Monsignor Raun, this morning:
We say, “We’ll believe it when we see it.” God says, “You’ll see it when you believe it!” He was speaking of conversions. The God who turned Saul into Paul is still in the business.
“When you awake, enter at once into My Heart, and when you are in it, offer My Father all your actions united to the pulsations of My Heart . . . If engaged in work of no value in itself, if she bathes it in My Blood or unites it to the work I Myself did during My mortal life, it will greatly profit souls . . . more, perhaps, than if she had preached to the whole world. You will be able to save many souls that way.” Our Lord to Sr. Josefa Menendez (1890-1923)
When you awake in the morning, let your first act be to salute My Heart, and to offer Me your own . . . Whoever shall breathe a sigh toward Me from the bottom of his heart when he awakes in the morning and shall ask Me to work all his works in him throughout the day, will draw Me to him . . . For never does a man breathe a sigh of longing aspiration toward Me without drawing Me nearer to him than I was before.” Our Lord to St. Mechtilde (1241-1298)
“It is not merely by praying that souls are saved, but through the actions of even the most ordinary lives lived for God . . . Offer Me everything united to My life on earth.
. . . Offer Me all the crosses of the world. There are so many, and few think of offering them to Me in expiation for sins . . .”
Our Lord to Gabrielle Bossis (874-1950)
My prayer for this day:
Here I am Lord. My heart is all “Fiat.” Draw me and hide me in Your Heart. Bathe all my desires, my thoughts, my doings in Your Blood, that united to the beating of Your Most Sacred Heart, they may bear fruit to Your service and Your glory. Even my sighs, embraced by Your Holy Spirit, will flower infinitely beyond the power of the dust and ashes that I am. Amen
“Taking another step into the abortion debate, the Obama administration today will move to rescind a controversial rule that allows health-care workers to deny abortion counseling or other family planning services if doing so would violate their moral belie, according to administration officials.
It makes me want to cry, while at the same time making me fighting mad, that life and conscience take yet another hit. The hit-man, Obama, means for that to keep happening, day after day, week after week, eating away at our morality. We will be losing bits and pieces of our humanity. Soon, we won’t recognize this country. A lot of Americans are re-thinking Obama, but where to from here? Obama will keep the pressure on. Here’s one man pushing back: