Monday, November 02, 2015

Right back at the beginning ...

I found my way back to the sacraments after an intense encounter with Christ ...

... alone and afflicted ... having no one but you Lord.

Priest and prophet forage in a land they know not ...

I'm back at the beginning ...
Oh! who can heal me?
Give me perfectly Yourself,
Send me no more
A messenger
Who cannot tell me what I wish.

Jesus, I trust in you.

Song for this post here.


  1. Believe it or not, Terry I was thinking along these lines just a few days ago myself. I was reflecting on all the clamor and confusion and suffering in and out of the Church and I began to wonder what would happen to us in the USA if we were persecuted like our brethren in the Middle East, Africa or India/Pakistan.
    I wondered, "where we run? To whom would we turn to seek shelter?" The refugees have Europe and the US to hope for but where would we go?

    Then it came to me, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God." I began to cry afterwards since these words of the great St. Peter struck me as the only real consolation in this life, in this vale of tears.

  2. Another good one by them: In the Presence of the Lord.


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